3 Away

"So what are you going to do if the cops end up finding you?" Asked Jimin.

"I don't know, I'll either run or let them put me away," I replied shrugging.

ding, ding

Jimin's phone went off. It was a text from Namjoon.

"Namjoon hyung just messaged me, he says we have to come back," said Jimin.

"Alright, then let's go," I patted Hansel on the head.

We headed out and got into Jimin's nice maroon BMW and headed out to our record label.

"What happened to the Cadillac?" I asked as we waited for traffic to get lighter.

"What do you mean?" Replied Jimin.

"Why aren't you driving it?" I asked.

"I was curious to see what it would be like to drive Yoongi hyung's car, I begged and begged until he, reluctantly, let me take it," replied Jimin.

"You're weird," I rolled my eyes. "But did he actually let you take it?"

"No, I kinda took his keys out of hands and ran for it," laughed Jimin.

"I thought so. It's never that easy with you two, is it?" I shook my head.

We finally made it after a few hours of waiting. Jimin parked and we went in.

"Hey guys. Long time no see," said Taehyung.

"Hyung, it's only been a few hours since the last time I saw you," I replied unamused. The others started to laugh.

"THERE YOU ARE! HAND THEM OVER, NOW!" Boomed Yoongi's voice from behind Taehyung.

Jimin his behind me like a little kid. Obviously I moved aside and let fate take place, Yoongi hyung is gonna kill him.

"No! Kookie why'd you move?! He's goons kill me!" squeaked Jimin.

"Nah you'll be okay," I said going over to join the others who were now eating.

"Wait, listen everyone!" said Jin. "Listen, listen!"

We went quiet.

Yoongi stopped his murderous vengeance on Jimin for a second and looked over at Jin, "What now?" He asked blankly.

"I can make an acrostic poem for the word red." replied Jin.

"Oh god! Please don't!" said Namjoon shaking his head.

"Okay. R," said Hoseok.

"Revolution."

"E," said Taehyung.

"Evolution."

"D," said Jimin.

"Drop in the ocean."

Everyone burst out in laughter. Everyone except me.

"Jungkook, what's wrong?" Asked Jimin.

"Nothing, I just thought that we were here for practice," I replied.

"We are," said Namjoon.

"So, then let's start practicing," I frowned.

"Okay Mr. Crabby Pants," said Jin.

I glared at him.

"Yah! Don't glare at your hyung like that, the disrespect," said Jin.

They were laughing intensely when their manager came in.

"Alright guys everything is set. We leave for the states at the end of the week," said their manager excited. "I have you booked at all the big arenas in the big cities."

"This is great," said Namjoon.

"Yeah, so amazing," added Jimin and I in unison, our tones low and unhappy.

"What's wrong with you two? You've been acting pretty strange lately," said Taehyung.

"Just forget about it and let's go on with our lives," replied Jimin.

They went back to goofing off and around 6:30pm they all headed back home. When I got back up to my apartment suite I took out one of my suitcases and started to pack, I looked into my closet and started to laugh. The guys are totally right about my wardrobe. While I was packing Hansel came over to me whining. He could tell I was leaving. Another few weeks that he'd have to stay in Busan with my aunt and uncle.

"I know buddy, I don't wanna go either, but I have to, I'll miss you too." I hugged him and went back to packing. When I was done I placed my suitcase by my bedroom door and went out to the living room to get my phone so I could call my uncle to come pick Hansel up.

"Hey, uncle I'm gonna be going on tour for a few months and I was wondering could you take care of Hansel while I'm away?" I asked hopeful.

"Sure, I'll be there Friday morning then," replied my uncle.

"Thanks." I hung up.

I placed my phone on the coffee table and sat on the couch and took a short nap listening to some our demos for an upcoming album. I woke about an hour and half later from an excruciating nightmare. There's definitely something wrong with me. Perhaps I should see a psychiatrist or therapist. I laughed to myself. Oh yeah, like they can totally help me. The fuck is wrong with my life? It's so damn screwed up.

When Friday finally came, I wasn't as stoked as the others to be going to the states. My uncle had arrived early in the morning to pick Hansel up and then had to leave immediately after because he had a meeting at his publishing company.

Soon after, Jimin came with the other five members to pick me up, being their usual annoying selves they all insisted they had to come up to my apartment, but all they did was criticize and hint to me that I need more color and happiness surrounding me. Rude.

"It's like you live in a prison, there is literally no color or life in here," said Jin.

"What do you mean? Prisons don't have windows, do they? No. Besides it's not like you live here. This is how I like my place so deal with it, if not then you don't have to visit," I scoffed.

I made Jin take my bags down to the car for me, because of his criticism, and we all piled in a big black SUV that waited for us in front of my building and headed straight for the airport where thousands of fans were already waiting for us and after getting through a giant group of screaming fans that pushed, pulled, tripped and scratched, I had to endure a 14 hour flight. At least I could sleep in peace, until Jimin hyung decided to start talking about things that popped in his head because he was bored out of his mind. But he soon fell asleep too.

When we landed it was already night and we were all really tired, some more than others, mainly me.

We went straight to the hotel and as soon as we checked in we split up the rooms, by which Jimin and I happened to be paired, and all just slept.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt oddly suffocated. I looked over to my side and Jimin hyung was asleep and hanging onto me. I got up and did my whole morning routine, I woke the others up and we went out exploring, in other words shopping and eating. At some point we did end up touring, we visited places like the Central Park Zoo, the Metropolitan Museum of Art and Times Square.

Jimin and Namjoon had to stop every few minutes to take pictures and selcas to post later on twitter and tell everyone about what a great time we were having in the "Big Apple". It's pretty ridiculous. At one point I checked the comments on our twitter, everyone was asking why I haven't been posting and where I was. I took a selca and posted it, I captioned it, "hey guys! having a great time in nyc! Luv ya!💜"

By nighttime we were all exhausted and piled back to the hotel. Before going to sleep I went down to the hotel gym and got some sets in and some laps in at the pool. When I got back up to our room I showered and noticed when I was about to get in bed that Jimin wasn't in his bed or even in the room. I went to the rooms of the other members to see if he had barged in on them while they were doing lives but he wasn't with any of them. As much as he irritates me I was lonely and worried about his whereabouts. I went back to our room and laid in my bed and tried to stay up to wait for him to come back but I couldn't keep my eyes open and I ended up falling asleep into the darkness.