Suga daddy|Yoonmin

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"Jimin." Jungkook says. "What?" I ask. "Help me pack." He whines. "Why?" I ask. "Because you can fold clothes to make things fit and I all end up just throwing clothes into the suitcase, you will get anxiety just thinking about that." He says. "Yeah you're right." I say. He puts his two suitcases on the bed in front of me then piles clothes on the bed next to me. "Put my jeans in one suitcase and shirts in the other. I'm putting on jackets and sweatshirts in another." He says.

I start to fold his clothes and put them in their designated suitcases. He starts to take his posters off the wall and neatly put them in boxes. He doesn't have his posters laminated like I do which gives me anxiety but I can't force him to do it. He picks up a book and looks at it for a second. "Look it's our photo album." He says. "Ah." I say. "We were cute when we were little." He says sitting down next to me. "Yeah, too bad you're ugly now." I say.

He nudges my shoulder. "Look how young we looked." He says. "We were a couple months old." I say. "Yeah we've been friends for awhile." He says. "Yeah, it's a surprise that I stayed friends with you for so long." I say. He nudges me again. He turns the page and I see a picture of Jungkook and I's 4th birthday party. "Remember this?" He asks. "Yeah, we refused to have a party if it wasn't with each other." I say. He turns the page an I see a photo of us at a waterfall when we were 9.

"This was a great day." I say. "Yeah. Remember you got mad at me because I pushed you into the water." He says. "Yeah. You were an ass that day." I say slapping his arm lightly. He flips the page again. I finish packing the suitcases after putting the last shirt in. "Our 5th grade graduation." He says. "Cute." I say. Then I look at the picture on the right. It's a picture of Jungkook and I at the restaurant after. His dad and his mom standing behind us.

I look up at Jungkook who's smile has dropped. "Are you okay?" I ask softly. "Yeah. I'm fine." He says trying to hold back his tears. I take the book from him and close it. I pull him into a hug as he starts to cry. "It's okay Jungkook, you don't have to be so strong all the time." I say rubbing his back. I allow him to cry on my shoulder. Jungkooks dad died when he from cancer when he 14. That night they actually got the news that his father was diagnosed.

That photo was taken just a couple minutes before than happened. Jungkooks was so happy and cheerful before that. He's never been as happy as he was when he was with his dad. After that he kinda started turning towards different ways to cope. He went to party's and got drunk. He would sleep with random guys. He'd sometimes come over and cry. Id happily just console him because it meant he'd not go sleep with a guy. "Thank you." He says. "It's no problem Kookie." I say.