The next day, Jungkook left because of school.
He hugged V once more before the Train came in. V smelled like sweet flowers.
He watched him get smaller and smaller until he completely disappeared. It was a bittersweet feeling. He knew that V needed him.
On the other hand, he was starting to doubt V. He seemed so perfect. Plus, he hadn't even told him his real name. He was trying to get some information about him, but didn't succeed at all.
He stared outside the window.
Had flashbacks of his past, his struggles with his health.
His therapy sessions that suddenly became too expensive for his family. The everyday thoughts of just leaving.
He had been crying a lot in that time. He had been screaming a lot. He had been hiding himself.
V changed him. V made him realize that he was so much more than that depressed kid he used to be.
But now, V was struggling, just like he used to. He couldn't let him go like that. He had to return, make sure he's safe.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud sound, deafening his ears for a second. Everything went silent. Everything went black.
