Power

                                    

                                          
Of course Jungkook wants to hide, but that won't fix anything. She saw too much. Much more than he ever wanted to reveal to her. 
"What was that about?" Luna asks pretending to not have seen his memory. 
"Nothing," Jungkook says avoiding eye contact. He sits down on the bed and lets out a heavy sigh. "We just got into a little fight."
"Little?" She asks sitting next to him. "He sounded like he wanted to kill you."
"He probably does."
"Why? What did you do?"
"I just...brought up things that he doesn't like for me to bring up." Jungkook hates that she pretending to not know. He wouldn't have showed her his memory if she was just going to make him say it anyway. 
"What's that?" She wants him to say it. She wants him to face it and then maybe he can learn that keeping everything inside isn't good. 
"Nothing...I asked him about my mom and why she left." He looks at the ceiling fighting the feelings that are threatening to pour out of his eyes. 
Luna can tell he's about to hide. She can see the look deep in his eyes that he always gets when he's about to run away from the emotions that plague him. He closes his eyes and she quickly grabs his wrist taking him by surprise. 
"Don't," she says. "Please don't. You can't hide from your feelings forever."
"I can try," he mumbles. 
"Jungkookie," she says sending paralysis through his body. "I just want to help you. Or just be a shoulder for you I guess. I just hate to see you constantly looking like you're about to explode because you've been holding on to centuries worth of shit. It's not good for you."
Her show of support only makes things harder for him. The way she says his name breaks him down so easily it makes him mad. He can't be mad at her though. 
"Since when do you care?" He chuckles. 
"I always care," she say's offended. "Well kind of."
"What does that mean?"
"I mean, you're a creepy little spawn of satan, but you're also kind. You've been looking out for me since the beginning. Even if you were a bit stalkerish about it at first," she laughs. "What I'm saying is that if you ever need to vent or get something off your chest, I'm here."
"Who would I go to when you're gone?"
"Oh," she says softly. "Well...if things work out you could always come visit me, right?"
"If things work out?" He huffs in amusement. "You mean if somehow we're magically able to resolve all of our problems in 2 weeks and you'll be able to go home?"
"Yeah...it's possible, right?"
"LuLu, how possible do you really think it is?"
"There's a chance, right? If there's a chance then it's worth trying."
"It's a slim chance. Maybe we could figure everything out, but two weeks isn't enough time. How long will you wait before you accept what I'm telling you?"
"I don't know," she whispers. He's not wrong and she knows it. At some point she'll have to come out of her denial and accept that time is quickly running out. 
"What do you have at home that you can't leave behind?" He asks watching her eyes dart across the room. "If you need to bring any of your possessions here then you can. So who do you not want to leave behind?"
"No one," she says sadly. "But I've built my entire life there. What could I possibly do here? What would I have here?"
"Me," he whispers. "If there's anything you need I could show you where and how to get it. Yes you would have to start over, but you wouldn't be alone. Wouldn't that be better than just dropping dead?"