Don't Leave Me

9

Today I leave Seoul to go back to Boston. It is right now 7:30am and my flight is as 9:30am, so I need to get up and get ready to go fast.

I get up out of bed, trying not to wake Jungkook, and I brush my teeth and wash my face. I put on my clothes for the 14 hour flight and I finish packing up my things in my suitcase. I put my bags by the front door.

It is now 8:00, so I need to get to the airport in about 30 minutes. That won't be an issue though since the airport is close and there aren't many people there in the morning ever, especially on a Monday morning.

I go head back to my room and see Jungkook lying peacefully on the bed. I don't want to wake him up but I know he will get mad at me if I don't tell him goodbye.

I walk up to the side of the bed he is on and I kneel down. I slightly shake him, but he isn't waking up.

After a minute, I whisper, "Jungkook."

He begins to stir a little bit and I tap him a little more. He has opened his eyes now and smiles at me.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," I say, "My flight is in an hour, so I need to go to the airport now."

"What?" he asks looking at the time.

"Yeah, I wanted to come tell you bye and tell you like I love you so much. Thank you for a wonderful weekend." I give him a kiss on the cheek and wrap him in a hug. He hugs me back, still lying in bed.

"Wait let me go to the airport with you," he says starting to get up.

"No no no," I say, "You need to sleep."

"No," he says getting up and running to his bathroom real quick to brush his teeth and wash his face.

I go to the kitchen and wait for him and he is out in 2 minutes. He is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and cute glasses. He is also wearing his black sweatpants and white tennis shoes I bought him.

"Nice shoes," I say smiling at him.

"Thanks," he says laughing, "Nice sweatshirt."

I am wearing his black sweatshirt with my black leggings and white tennis shoes.

"Thanks," I say smiling.

He takes my bags, even though I said I would get them, and puts them in the car, and he drives us to the airport.

When we get to the airport, he parks the car and we both put surgical masks on. He takes my suitcase from the trunk and we talk into the airport hand-in-hand.

The paparazzi is there already taking pictures of us walking in. We wave a little bit and just continue on our way ignoring them.

I get through baggage check and we make our way to the TSA entrance.

I place my backpack down at my feet and he wraps his arms around me and I wrap my arms around his waist. My head is nuzzled up right under his chin and his chin is on the top of my head. He lowers his mask and kisses my forehead as I continue to just stand still where I am.

He leans back a little and makes me look up at him.

"Hey I'll talk to you later ok?" he says to me.

I nod and place my forehead on his chest, closing my eyes. He kisses the top of my head again and wraps his arms around me tighter.

"When are we going to see each other again?" I ask him. We have only seen each other two times recently because big things were happening to us, like move-in day for me, and his birthday. For the next few months, nothing is really happening except for his tour and my school.