Jungkook's POV-

I have cracked the door just enough to hear a bit of what the conversation between my mother and Irene are saying.

They aren't talking very loudly so I've really only been able to pick out small pieces of what they're saying, or rather what my mother is saying. Irene seems to be in a rather stunned silence and isn't talking much, but understandably so.

Even though I know a little better now how my mother gets all her information, I still don't really know how she gets all of her information.

"... How are you so careful in every way but don't even have your own investigators properly investigated?"

I hear my mother ask. Investigating her investigators? Is she giving Irene advice? Why would she point out that she needed to investigate more people?

I guess I shouldn't question what she's doing. She had no hesitation whatsoever when she saw Irene talking to Yoongi.

Actually, I wonder what Irene was even doing here in the first place. Did Yoongi ask her to come? I can't imagine he would do that, but he was so hurt by the thought of me leaving.

He's run back to her before when he's been emotionally weakened by something. By losing someone. But he wouldn't do that because this time is different... right?

He knows I won't be gone long- just as I start to rationalize this with myself I remember the call with Tae when he was saying he wanted to talk to my Grandfather about getting a new identity. He is planning for extreme outcomes as if they have been set in stone.

He is preparing to leave everything to be with me, which my heart can't help but feel elated at the amount of love he has for me, but also disappointed because he would just leave everything he had worked to build and accomplish behind so willingly. He can't have thought any of this through. I know he hasn't.

I slowly close the door before I turn to where Yoongi is sat on the couch. "Yooni?"

He doesn't answer but instead looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue.

Let me ask my first question and get it out of the way. I am already anticipating the answer to be that he was just as surprised to see her as I was.

"Why is Irene here?"

He huffs in annoyance. "She said that she came to see if I was okay because she 'heard' what happened. She heard that you had left town with your mother and she wanted to see if I was okay. She pretended to look so genuinely worried, but she came here to kick me while I'm down.

"She just kept emphasizing that I was left behind. That you left me again..." He gulps before he averts his gaze from me and says in a tone that sounds like he's trying to be more lighthearted. "Taehyung said she wasn't interested in me anymore but I guess he was wrong for once."

She told him I left him again.  I almost want to chuckle at how blatantly she just disregards in her recounting when she speaks to Yoongi (especially when using my absence in his life as a way to try to prove her point that everyone leaves him but her) that I left because she tried to have me killed. By using words like again. She is unbelievable.

"She just showed up. I'm thankful you and your mother got here when you did. I was surprised to see you, but I'm so happy you came. I've missed you."

"I missed you too and I had to apologize and make sure you knew that I thought about what you said and that you were right. I know it's not ideal for anyone, but it's safer for me to go."

It's quiet for a few moments and I am still stood rather awkwardly now by the door before I sigh and speak again.

"I don't know where or how to start exactly, but we need to talk about this plan you have."

"My plan to be with you." He states. He says it so casually but still as a be-all and end-all statement.

He is so stubborn. There's no way I can talk him out if this, but maybe I can make him talk through it out loud with me and I can help him see how astronomically he has blown this out of proportion.

"Yes. Can you tell me more about it?" I ask calmly as I walk to the chair at his desk and pull it up so I can sit across from him.

Once I'm sat down I lean back in the chair and observe his movement closely. He has leaned forward in his seat, now having his elbows rested on top of his knees while he stares at his hands and rubs his palms together slowly.

"I'm coming with you" he says as he brings his determined eyes up to meet mine. "And I have started the process to be able to do that. I have decided that it might not be the best thing for me to just up and quite my job."

I feel so relieved when he says this. It gives me hope that he may be willing to rethink leaving Seoul, that is until he continues speaking.

"But I have set an appointment with the realtor today to list both apartments to get them sold."

Fuck. He can't- wait he said he has an appointment to list them?

"They aren't listed yet?" I ask quickly for clarification.

"No. I am supposed to meet with her later this morning so she can look at both units and we can go over what the next steps are in order to do so."

I want to scream and yell at him that this is the stupidest idea and that he is jumping to massive conclusions. I must not have been hiding my rising frustration as he speaks again quickly.

"When you were unconscious, even though you were alive to me you were gone. The day you lost consciousness I lost you. I thought the overwhelming pain and sadness was enough to kill me.

"There were some days when I was actually rather disappointed when it didn't overwhelm my heavy heart to the point where it would just stop beating. On those days I wished to have just not woken up because waking up meant having to endure another day without you.

"I was so hurt but despite that I still couldn't keep myself from visiting you. I was lost without you. I don't want to go through that again. Please don't make me go through that again because I won't survive." He sniffles as he wipes his teary eyes.

I gulp as I try to blink back my own tears away. When I hear him say he was lost without me I am reminded of what Jimin said that day at t the restaurant.

I know you think that you need him, but he needs you too. He was so lost without you.

"Kook, are you leaving?" He says in a quiet, disappointed voice.

It makes my heart ache at the tone because even if I tell him it won't be for long, he's not going to like or probably accept the answer.

I stand up and round the small coffee table to take a seat next to him. I am sat rather close so that I am able to survey his sad, but still slightly hopeful expression, as I reach for his hands that he is still nervously moving against each other.

I see him eyeing my movements sadly. What little hope he had in his expression fades quickly. When he brings his eyes from our hands up to meet my eyes they aren't filled with as much sadness as I expected, instead I see determination.

"I'm not staying behind. You're not leaving me here without you." He states as he moves his hands out of mine and turns himself on the couch so he is facing me a little more.

My eyes soften at his words but my heart clenches a little because he knows as well as well as I do that he can't come with me. He also knows he can't actually do the things he told Tae he was preparing to do. He has to stay.

"You can't just abandoned your career, your life, here Yooni. I can't let you do that."

"I won't be. I don't want to disappoint the fans, the team members and especially not Namjoon and Hobi, so I'm going to talk to the head producers and executives about allowing me to work from my laptop like I did after you got out of the hospital. It worked fine then."

"Okay, but you had a studio at your apartment to work out of. You wouldn't have that no matter where we were to go" I point out gently.

His brows furrow deeply as he thinks about what I've said. By his expression I can tell that he didn't think about that being a differing factor between how he did it before compared to how he would have to do it this time.

"W-well... I cou-"

His directionless impending argument is cut off by light knocking on the door.

Yoongi gladly stands up from the couch to open the door as it was a great opportunity for him to buy some time to think about how he will respond and argue against what I've said, but there is nothing to argue.

He hasn't thought about this or anything logically and I'm going to help him to see that.