If I disappear

Space on Mars

Jungkook

My plane lands exactly fourteen hours later in America. My heart nearly jumps from my chest. When I walk to the gates a short man is waiting for me with a sign that reads "Jungkookie" in Korean.

I wonder who told him.

He grabs my bags, saying nothing until we get to our car. Before I have time to buckle in he's already laying down rules, "I'm your instructor and translator. In between lessons, I'll teach you some English. No need for note taking, you won't learn much, language wise."

I bob my head along to every word, my head spins for a moment, reminding me of Busan and Yoongi.

I sigh, dropping my head against the head rest of the seat. My mind couldn't wander anywhere else other than the thought of Yoongi.

Part of me knew why he didn't go to the airport, the other part didn't. I knew he didn't want to say goodbye but I also knew that he didn't want me to not join so the group so this would be perfect.

My instructor kept talking and talking but all I heard was; "When you finish you see Yoongles again so just get it down as fast as possible." Which you think would help but it didn't.

"Jungkook!" He shouts, snapping me out of a daydream, "Did you catch any of what I just said!" The anger in his tone alarmed me but nothing sat more wrong with me other than that empty feeling of being alone again.

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After a few hours of dancing, I was free to go to my hotel room and rest. I want to call Mama but I can't fight back the overwhelming urge to cry.

Shaking from the tears, my breathing grows unsteady as I lay down to dream of Yoongi.

Yoongi

The anger steams as I stare at the horried face in anger. Jungkooks mom had told me about him, about the monster and what he did. Now I face him, protecting his mother and him from the dangers that lay ahead.

"Who the hell are you?" He curses, raising his hand as if he was going to strike me.

"What's it matter to you? What are you going to do? Hurt me?"

"I might."

The anger grows by the second, all I picture is what he did the Jungkook and I feel like murdering him.

"Where's my son?" He questions.

"He's not your son." I push, breathing heavily with rage.

"Again, who are you? Mi-Sungs boy toy?"

Without thinking, I grab him by the neck, squeezing tighter and tighter. He chokes, trying to hit me back yet struggling to release the pressure.

After a minute, I let go, staring him down,"I suggest you leave before I really get you."

The fight drowns his eyes and soon I'm fighting with a monster in disguise. Jungkooks mom, Mi-Sung, screams in fear for me.

The world spins in a terrifying daze. I slam his head into the concrete porch a few times before the blackout.

Jungkook