Jinkook | Our Journey

16.

*Jin POV*

Life goes on, unfortunately.

I wanted everything to stop, and I wanted to sit in my room and just cry for hours on end, but I can't.

My mom and Jimin managed to pull me away from Jungkook that day, locking me in my room to try to get me to calm down.

I cried but no one let me out, Jimin stayed on the other side of the door, trying to calm me down, begging me to stay quiet so maybe someone will unlock the door.

I'm not allowed to see Jungkook any more. That goes without saying.

I heard Yoongs yelling, my dad talking, my mom on the phone with Jungkook's parents, but nothing from Jungkook himself.

Was he okay? Had Yoongi hurt him after I'd left?

I bang on my bedroom door furiously, the tears still streaming down my cheeks.

"Jin, calm," Jimin pleaded from the other side of the door. I could hear how upset and miserable he probably felt just by the tone of his voice.

"Jungkook.." I sobbed, sinking to my knees.

"I know," he whispered, his voice soothing. "I know..."

Jungkook's gone now.

If it weren't for the ache in my throat from all the crying and the fact that my entire family seems to hate me now, you'd think he was never here.

There's not a trace of his things in the spare bedroom anymore. The bed is neatly made, the room completely clean.

Gone.

All gone.

After my mom had unlocked my door (only to let Jimin in), I had stayed in my bedroom for the rest of the day. Crying like a little bitch.

I contemplated jumping out of my window several times but that would mean landing on the concrete and chances were I would break my leg, and that wouldn't really help the situation.

I couldn't hear anything from downstairs.

I sat on my bed, and Jimin wrapped his arms around me, rocking me back and forth. He was truly an angel. I was so grateful to have him.

That makes me cry harder because it's exactly what he would do, in this kind of situation.

Jimin realized what was happening, and released me, sitting on the other side of my bed, and I cry even more because I'm being an ungrateful little shit.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, going into Jungkook's bedroom, and I realized that he was packing.

That's it.

The end.

Jungkook lived with us for a short amount of time, but the impact he had in my life was incomparable. I truly loved him. I don't know when it happened, but it happened sometime along the journey. My heart believed he had felt the same for me. I wanted him. So much. Not just for sex, but to be his boyfriend, the love of his life. If only our situation was different. If only everyone was accepting of us.