Jungkook's Pov

I pack away my clothes and small belongings into a suitcase that I had set on my desk. Jimin watches me as he sits on my bed. We hadn't spoken a word to each other since I got out of the hospital. Honestly, I didn't want to. I feel as if I said something I would just screw everything up and would hurt Jimin again.

I turn around and away from my suitcase. I quickly walk to my closet and grab a couple of tee-shirts. I turn around and smile as I see my clothes all over the floor, Jimin standing in the middle of it all.

"What is all of this?" I ask him. He shrugs with a frown.

"I don't want you to leave." I furrow my eyebrows.

"I don't want me to leave either, but I have to. It will be okay." I pull Jimin in for a hug. He lays his head on my shoulder without saying a word. We stand there for a couple of minutes before I pull away.

"Can you help me pick all of this up?" I ask. Jimin shakes his head. I sigh and bend down to grab some jeans and socks before stuffing the items of clothing back into my suitcase. I bend down to pick up more clothing as Jimin throws the clothing out of the suitcase again.

"Jimin," I groan in annoyance. "Stop it."

"No," he pouts. "Why do you have to leave?"

"Because Child Services said so..."

"If it weren't for me, you would still be staying here."

"Maybe so, but you would still be suffering from Yuhyung." He sniffles.

''Yeah, I guess that is true..." I smile at him.

"It will be okay. I had talked with Child Services and they said they will allow you and I to visit each other as much as we can. Holidays especially." Jimin smiles.

"Are you sure? I mean, can't you just live with my parents and me? I'm sure they wouldn't mind-"

"Jimin; don't you think it would be a little bit weird if I stayed with your family as if I was related to you? I mean, we are dating after all... It would be a little bit awkward, don't you think?" Jimin sighs.

"I don't want to leave either; but can you please help me pack?" Jimin nods before sinking to his knees and picking up random articles of clothing. I do the same. Neither one of us say a word; until Jimin starts laughing, that is.

"What? What's so funny?" I ask him. He shakes his head. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Why are you laughing, Jimin?" I ask him. He shrugs but nods his heads towards a certain pair of briefs that I haven't worn in years.

"Iron Man underwear?" He laughs. I feel my face become red as I scramble to grab the piece of clothing. Jimin laughs even harder as I throw the boxer briefs into the suitcase and out of his sight. Jimin raises an eyebrow at me.

"... Don't judge me; my mum got those for me for Christmas." Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Whatever..." We continue to pack until I hear Jimin snicker once again.

"What is it this time?" I ask. He points to my pair of Rabbit underwear and I once again quickly grab them and hide them from his sight.

"What is the story behind those?" He asks teasingly. I glare at him.

"... Grandmother." Jimin just laughs as I shake my head.

We sit in silence for a little while before Jimin speaks up.

"When do you leave today?" He asks. Hurt, worry, and fear are all laced in his voice. I sigh and look down at my feet. How can I tell him that I'll be leaving in merely a couple of hours? I have already hurt him enough with all of the accusing and such the night of the dance. I don't want to have to hurt him even more...

"I leave at noon..." We both look at the small clock hanging on my wall.

"It's 10:30," he mumbles. I nod and slouch further onto the ground.

Why is it so soon?