« Jungkook's wasn't okay »

Everybody pretty much knew that. 

The stinging pain in his chest never went away nor lessened, it only became worse with each day that passes. His chest were tightening as if he was being suffocated, his eyes ached like it was being poked non-stop, and to top it all off, his headache was being a .

The sun kissed his now pale skin, feeling the burn but merely giving a about it, because his mind would always wander off to the fruit haired boy, always seeming to think of him when the older pretty much have said that he no longer needs him. Well he never really spoke the words but he left, didn't he?

So all was left was for Jungkook to mourn for his sudden disappearance, to grieve at the thought of being left behind; to suffer of this broken heart. All Jimin left for him is to hope that someday he'd come back, to pray and wish in the stars that he'd wake up tomorrow to find all of these are just a figment of his imagination— that Jimin didn't leave, that his hyung was still there beside him with his million dollar smile, that he wasn't left behind.

Because if Jungkook were to choose, he would most likely choose Jimin over his family— his sick , up family. If only Jimin had asked him to, he would have packed his bags faster than he runs. He would of have given everything up for Jimin, he would of have left everything behind, just to be with Jimin.

That way, he wouldn't be stuc