Where did our love begin?//Jikook

Goodbye is on my hate list

Jungkooks POV

I let him slip out of my hold, and that was the worst decision of my life. I tried to call out to him but I couldn't conjure up the words. My mother is the devil, I don't know why she wants me to come back to the states for an emergency.

When I left, I left the family because I didn't enjoy her aspect of life. I had to go back but I couldn't bring Jimin with me to see how my mom reacts. She may know I'm gay, but she isn't happy about it.

I snapped out of my thoughts and realized Hoseok and Tae walked in the door frantically.

"Where is he? Did you tell him? We were looking for him, but we didn't have any luck." Tae heavily breathed from running around everywhere.

"I don't know.. I told him and he cried and ran out somewhere." I said looking down at my shoes, not daring to look into their eyes.

"Maybe we should go search for him!" Hoseok cheerfully suggested.

"No we shouldn't. Let's just give him some space." I told them.

A couple hours later...

All of us were sitting at Jimin's apartment. I was starting to get highly worried because I wanted to know if he was okay, but he had not reached home yet.

"Hobi can you try his phone again!" I yelled nervously hoping that he wasn't dead or something.

"Jungkook I've tried multiple times! He isn't answering me at all nor Tae!" Hoseok screamed back pacing around the room.

It was now getting dark outside and the sun was setting into a beautiful sunset. I could suddenly hear the front door budge open, and a living thing stumble into the house.

"Jimin!" I screamed and ran out of the kitchen out into the main entrance. There he stood with blood smudged on his beautiful silk hair. I frowned immediately at the state he was in.

He wasn't drunk, but he sure looked like it. Hoseok walked over and stood in front of him, but a few seconds later Tae took his place trying to steady Jimin.

Jimin looked up at us and turned his head to look at me, what I heard hurt me more than him saying pervert. Not because of the word but the look in his eyes before he passed out.

"Dick." Jimin pointed at me and then collapsed not so gracefully into the wood floor. Taehyung immediately grabbed him off the floor and tried to help him into his bedroom to sleep.

I decided it was a good thing to sleep on the couch. Hoseok made a bed on the floor and Tae slept with Jimin to comfort him through the night if he woke up. Sleeping was rough to do when you knew in the morning you were going to cry harder than today.