Jungkook:

'...I've missed you.' he says.

I breathe out. Even though I still felt bitter, those three words were a relief to hear. It was as though something heavy had been clinging to my chest, weighing me down, and suddenly it had let go. All throughout the seasons we had spent apart, I thought Jimin had hated me for bringing about his downfall and messing up his life.
To know he had missed me, even if it was half as much as I had missed him, was the greatest comfort.

And now we had to get through the hard part. I needed an explanation.
I needed to know what happened to him the night he disappeared.
Why he said those things.
If he really meant it.
Jimin breaks the silence:

'Jin's just my friend, he found me when I didn't have anywhere to go. He persuaded his boss to give me a job so I could afford to live somewhere. He's been kind to me...it was nothing like you thought, and as you can see he's very much, well...in a relationship.' He scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

'Jimin...why did you leave?' I say, cutting to the chase and asking my most feared question. He sighs, looking out to the sea instead of at me.

'My dad...I don't know how, but he found out about you. About me. Us. It was awful. He was so...so angry. He threw me out, and I didn't have anywhere to stay. At first I thought maybe I could stay with you, or maybe even one of my members. But who would want me to burden them? A homeless lowlife gang member who isn't going anywhere in life. Not even my own parents want me.' He says.
He sniffles, trying to appear collected and hold back the tears, as though he believed crying would make him seem weak. I wanted to tell him how his mum did want him. How I wanted him. How a lot of people wanted him home.

'And then I thought about the people at school finding out.' he continues. 'Finding out that I wasn't the tough gang member they all awed at, that I was in love with a guy and that my own father had thrown me out because of it.
I felt shameful. I couldn't stay.
It would have been worse for everyone.'

I felt my heart breaking. During our time apart I had felt so hurt by Jimin that I would call him selfish for leaving me. But now I just felt bad for him.
Not just for him, but for everyone who was caught in a lie like he was.

'And the address you left?' I ask.

'...Well I figured you would carry on the project without me, so I hid it there so you would find it when you tried to take a photo.'
He explains, looking at me with eyes glazed by his tears. 

'I couldn't just leave it anywhere in case your family found it and called the police to bring me back. I trusted that you wouldn't do that, so I hid it somewhere only you would find it. But then you woke up and caught me before
I had a chance to leave. That wasn't supposed to happen. Me shouting at you...I kind of decided it then and there, it was a change of plan I guess. A change of heart.' He swallows. 'When I saw you, when it hit me how much I was going to hurt you by leaving...I just thought it would be easier to shout at you and make you think I blamed you so you would hate me back.
I thought if you hated me it would be easier for you to get over me.'

Oh Jimin...
'I...I never completed it. I didn't touch the camera after you left.
I only just found the address.
I went, but you weren't there.
...It was like being left all over again.' I admitted.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the tears. I know he doesn't like crying in front of anyone, but I wish he'd just let himself cry. I wish he'd stop beating himself up.

'When I got there...I found out the person I was going to stay with had been kicked out months before...that's why I wasn't there.' Jimin explains. 'I didn't think you'd actually come. I thought that even if you did find the address, you would have given up on me too.
I wouldn't have blamed you. Especially after what I said that night.' He says, voice cracking slightly as he looks in the direction of the sea, avoiding my gaze once again.

Jimin:

I can't look at him. If I do I'll cry,
I know I will. I stare at the sea instead, hoping the wind would blow away my tears as if they had never existed.
I had put the address there in the hope he would find it, and that he'd come and find me. But when he heard me leaving, that wasn't part of the plan.

When he had found me sneaking away, I sort of formulated a new plan, I guess.
I shouted at him, told him it was all his fault. I thought if I hurt him enough, made him believe that I blamed him for everything, then he'd be able to get over me. To live without all the complications that came with loving me. Find someone else even...

But he still came. Even after what I said to him. I had lost hope with the address, thinking even if he did find it, he wouldn't come for me because of what I had said.

And he said he didn't find it straight away. That means he didn't give up on me, it means he would have come the moment he found it - just like he did now. All those months I spent thinking he didn't love me anymore. They had been the worst months of my entire life. I had stayed in my flat almost every day, crying and tearing the place up.

I guess it was foolish of me to leave the address and waiting for Jungkook to find me. I guess when I left it I had this perfect image in my head - that we would find each other again, away from the people who wanted to keep us apart and start a new life. How selfish of me. Did I even think about how Jungkook had felt? How he had to pick up the broken pieces I left behind?

I hate myself for ever making him feel alone. And what if he HAD really hated me for it? What if he found it easier without me there...? You're an idiot Jimin. You let the person who thought they couldn't live life without you realise they can.

I know that I hurt him by leaving,
but I had to, I had no home anymore.
I couldn't go back, it's not like my dad was going to miss me. I might as well have been missing, the way dad cared about me. I felt lost, like I couldn't be myself. It's like me, the real Park Jimin was already missing before the night I left.

'I'm sorry.' I say, looking at him now. A few streaks of sunlight break through the holes in the layer of blue clouds above us as the wind blew.

'I...I thought because you didn't look for me that you didn't care that much. I made myself believe you didn't want me, I told myself I was delusional if I ever thought otherwise. I thought that you were better off without me. I wanted you to move on and forget me.'

'Yes, I hate that you left me,' Jungkook interrupts, 'but I never stopped thinking about you. Not even for a day.' he tells me.

I hadn't noticed I was crying until I tasted the saltiness of my tears.

'Come back with me Jimin.'

He swiftly steps towards me and reaches out across the small space between us, holding my face in his hands.

He leans in, and presses his lips softly against mine. His cheeks were cold, but his lips were warm, and they felt just as I had memorised them. I bring one of my hands up to hold his, and kiss him back. I taste the wet of my tears on his lips, and pull away to wipe them quickly. 'Sorry.' I say, and I can't help but laugh.

'It's okay. Everything's okay.'
He says laughing too, bringing my lips closer to his own. And then he kissed me again. And again...

...and again.