Because he doesn't want to see them. He doesn't want to be like those characters from dramas who wallow and hold the person's clothes like those are the last thread they'll hold. He doesn't do that.

Jimin stands in front of him and shuffles between feet. He doesn't know what to say.

Jungkook does. "Goodbye, Jimin."

He looks at Jungkook and gives him a smile. It's not a smile but it is a smile. It is a bittersweet smile. It is a smile of happiness tinged with sadness. It is a new smile for Jimin and it is something he has only given Jungkook.

He steps forward a little and is about to hug Jungkook but he stops just before he can and gently pat the shoulder of the other. "Thank you for everything, Jungkook."

And he's gone.

Jungkook doesn't know if he can still cry. He thought before that he cried the allowable tears for every human to cry when his parents died and when he stayed with his uncle for three years like a dog - a beaten dog. He told himself he can't cry anymore.

That night, after Jimin left, he found out he still can.