Jungkook

“Let me get those,” Namjoon says as he bends to pick up my suitcases. He carries them down the steps, and I follow him. Once we make it to his car, I ralize I don’t even know where I’m going. I haven’t thought this far ahead. As soon as Jimin told me he needed me to leave today, I just packed my things and walked out without even a plan for what I’m going to do for the next three days. My new apartment isn’t ready, but I’m wishing I could be in it. I want to be as far away as I can get right now from Jimin and Yoongi and Namjoon and Jin and Hoseok and Taehyung and everything and everyone..

“Jimin wants me to take you to a hotel until your apartment is ready, but is there anywhere else you’d rather go?”

Namjoon is now sitting in the driver’s seat, and I’m in the front passenger’s seat. I don’t even remember us getting into his car. I turn and look at him, and he’s just staring at me. The car hasn’t even been cranked yet.

God, I feel so pathetic. I feel like a burden.

“It’s laughable, isn’t it?” I say.

“What?”

I gesture to myself. “This.” I lean my head against the headrest and close my eyes. “I should just go back home to my parents. I’m obviously not cut out for this.”

Namjoon sighs. “Not cut out for what? College? Real life?"

I shake my head. “Independence in general, really. Hoseok was right when he told me I’d be better off living with him than on my own. He was right about that, at l