The boy walked home after dropping Jungkook to his house. It's a little fun to step on brown and crunchy leaves. Amusement park is fun, too. But the way his heart hurt literally is not fun at all. He just can't accept the fact that it's the last time with Jungkook today. His knees felt so week after doing so many physical activities with Jungkook today plus, not taking his medicine on time just because he's afraid that Jungkook might see him. But the pain is all worth it.

      The little guy entered his gigantic house, earning a glare from his father.       "Where have you been, Jimin?"       He asked him sternly. Jimin shivered from fear rather than the pain causing him to utter nothing.       "Where have you been?! Answer me!"       His mother watched helplessly. By just looking at her son's face, she can already tell that his sickness is taking over again and she can do nothing about it.     Jimin's father gripped hardly on his son's wrist, it almost broke his bone and dragged him to his room. The boy's tears won't stop and continuously fell like tomorrow doesn't exist.       He pushed Jimin to his bed, causing him to fall face first.       "You're staying there!"       The next thing he heard was the loud slam of his door. He's locked in here. Jimin sobbed hard and breathlessly. His sickness will surely take him apart from everything and his world, Jungkook.     The defenseless boy stayed in his room for hours, suffering from hunger and chest pains. He praised the heavens above when he heard a creaking sound that sounded like his door.     It's his mother who looked exactly the same, helpless and hurt.       "I'm sorry, son."       She began shedding tears while hugging Jimin. Together, they released all the pain by crying it all out.       "My chest hurts, mom."     "Jiwon will bring you foods later, don't worry. You can drink your meds after."     "I want Kookie."     "I'm sorry, dear. You will not see Kookie in a while.."       Hearing those made Jimin's heart hurt more than it should. The pain is too strong to handle. He started begging his mother as hard as he can once again.     "Can we not go to Chicago, mom?"     He stared at her ey