Destiny.

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Horrible.

That's how I felt.

But whatever the consequences, I know that I'm doing the right thing. Jungkook would be hurt right now, but would be more if I didn't make this fucking choice.

"I gotta go now. Be there in like an hour." Taemin stood in front of the door, smiling to me. "What do you want me to bring?"

"A fucking heart for you." I glared at him, crossing my arms and laying in the matress. He chuckled then shook his head, opening the door.

"You know I'm not heartless Minnie. If I was I wouldn't love you." And with that he got out of the house before I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

And just when the door closed, I hurried to my room then burst out crying, letting out the tears I've been holding for too long, letting the salty liquid escaping my swollen eyes pronounce words that I couldn't say, feelings that I couldn't recognize.

It was raining outside, just like the day when my mother left me, the day Taemin left me,

The day I'm leaving Jungkook.

-Meanwhile Jungkook-

Determined.

That's how I felt.

I'm going to find my Jiminie today. I'm going to find the angel that god brought to me and the one who I feel safe with, who I feel like home with.

Rain didn't stop. But I cared less. I started running to the last place I was with Jimin in, his school. So I started running, running, not giving a fuck about the cold water splashing on my shoes and jean, not giving a fuck about the familiar gazes of people, the same ones that stared at us when Jimin and i were running, not giving a fuck about the cold breeze that sent shivers down my spine everytime it met my warm skin,

Not giving a fuck about how deep down I know that I'm not going to find him like that.

But no, I'm hopeful now, and so is Jimin. I'm sure that he's waiting for me, that he wants me to come to him.

I called him another twenty times, which makes in total 39 missed calls, bunch of messages. But he won't answer.

Maybe his phone is broken now.

I finally arrived where he studies, I stood in front of the huge door, waiting for a boy whose smile made my previous months into days, made my grey sky into a soft blue one,

Who made my heart beat for a reason.

I waited, waited, and waited,

But he never came.

So I took an Uber, going to every place we went together to, going to the end of the world if I had to,

Be he was never there.

But I didn't lose hope, I didn't want to think that Jimin ran away from me, I knew better than that.

But what if he did?

No Jungkook, he didn't. And it's when the sky kept raining, the clouds sharing my sadness and letting the tears that I held for a long time escape.

But I didn't give up.

And I started running, in every place we went before, every trace we left behind our love, every smiles we let before they all get lost. My hoodie was now all wet, my timberlands all wet, exept for my mouth, it had a bitter taste in it.

That was my house in front of me, not home, because Jimin is home. I guess I ran too much until I'm standing now, in front of the door, watching like a man desperately in love the window where Jimin used to climb to enter my room.

Look at me now talking about him in the past tense.

"What the.. Jungkook?" I heard behind me, so I turned around slowly, white lips pale face and wet clothes scaring my mother off.

"He's hurting now." I said in a cold face, already looking like a dead man.

A man deadly in love.

Yes, because love kills. It tortures poor souls first, then kills them, slowly and peacefully. Leaving you two choices, die or live, with a scar you will look at everytime you feel like loving someone else, then you will back off. Knowing that it's better to feel nothing but hapiness than feel all emotions including sadness.

But what if Jimin was my happiness?

"Come here honey," my mom approached me to let me into her embrace, letting the pack of vegetables and umbrella fall down on the wet floor and hold my cold body in hers, trying to share its warmth. But it didn't, because the only warmth I was used to was Jimin's.

"He didn't give up on me mom, he loves me, he's now in danger." And I started crying again. "He needs me mom. He wants me to go and save him, to go and love him."

"I know honey, I know. Now let's go home will we?" I knew that she was holding back tears too that I couldn't hold, wanting to look strong.

But she doesn't have to.

I would seem pathetic to the most of you, crying over a day without Jimin. I don't blame you tho, I got addicted to his prescence next to mine to the point that I can't spend a single day without him anymore, and without him sending me a message, I'm more worried for him than for me.

"Let's go sweetie." My mother said, opening the house's door to let both of us enter. She guided me to my room then layed me on my bed.

"You have a fever!" She looked worried, but I didn't want that. I always wanted people to worry about me, but now I don't want them to anymore. I want to worry for them.

Worry, worry, why are we always doing that?

She removed my shoes then rested a wet towel on my forehead, leaving my room for a couple of times.

I couldn't move anymore, my body was too exhausted for that. Well, I walked -ran- the whole city in the cold breeze and rain. But I didn't expect to have a fever that fastly, now both my soul and body and hurt.

But one thing I knew,

Jimin didn't give up on me.

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Short chapter I know sorryy

Sorry for this late chapter it's because I'm in school so I'm super busy now.