Epilogue

Jeongguk wonders how Jimin is, how Seokjin and Yoongi are. He wonders that in the middle of the night when his eyes don’t want to shut and his mind keeps on buzzing.

Taehyung is sleeping on the bed next to him. His eyes shut tightly, his breathing even.

He’s been forcing Jeongguk to have a sleepover for months now. The other one only agreed to shut him up.

“Stop thinking about it,” Taehyung slurs, voice laced with sleep and muffed by the pillow. “They’re fine.”

It has been like this since the funeral. Taehyung wouldn’t worry much, he only cried once and that was for the funeral, but after that he continued with his life. He even found a boyfriend. (Jeongguk thought that it was a good thing at first, but after meeting the boy he regretted ever asking. The boy was hyperactive, and loud, and… touchy.)

“But don’t you wonder where they’re right now?” Jeongguk asks, his fingers fidgeting with the sheets.

Taehyung sighs, rolls onto his back. “Yoongi’s probably ruling over hell by now.” He laughs and rolls onto his side, his face turned to Jeongguk’s. “Don’t worry.”

Jeongguk raises his brow. “How can you—” know? He wants to ask but Taehyung is already snoring.

-

Hoseok holds his face in his hands as all the blood in his body rushes to his face.

“Happy birthday Hoseok hyung,” Namjoon, Jeongguk and Taehyung sing as he makes his way into his and Namjoon’s shared apartment.

“Why did you invite them?” Hoseok asks Namjoon once the cake’s frosting has been smeared over his face and the younger boys wished him a happy birthday.

Taehyung lifts his head from the cake he’s been eating and points an accusing finger at Jeongguk. “I told you he wanted to have birthday with Namjoon hyung. We shouldn’t have come.”

If Hoseok’s face could get any redder it would. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he yells desperately trying to pull himself out of this mess.

“We’re gonna have later,” Namjoon says from his seat next to Hoseok and wraps his hand around the other one’s waist. “Right now I just want to hang out with you guys and have a nice afternoon because we all deserved it. Especially you Jeongguk. There has been a lot of darkness surrounding you and I hope you see the light soon.”

Jeongguk smiles, ready to thank him but Taehyung is faster to reply. “I don’t know on what kind of drugs you are but I want some.”

Namjoon laughs. “It’s called love.” And his lips are soon met with Hoseok’s. They both smile into the kiss when they hear Taehyung mumble, ‘I’m telling you, they’re not sane’ before he returns all of his attention to his cake.

-

That night Jeongguk realizes it’s been over a year since Jimin died. His death feels a lot lighter on his chest now and he wonders will it completely disappear with time. But right now it doesn’t matter because there are fingers curling into his and he’s finally happy. He’s finally smiling widely and he’s finally content with the place he’s in. 

i didn't lie when i said it'll be short. but i feel that this was i'm leaving jeongguk and all fo the survivors in a brighter setting. and i'm starting to like happy endings. 

now i want to say thank you to anyone who read this, subscribed, commented, or upvoted. it means a lot and thank you so so so much. you’re all ing awesome and lovely and i want to snuggle every single one of you.

next, people asked if i was going to write more bangtan fics. the answer is yes, i already have two of them you might not know about;

brat – a short fluffy hoseok/jeongguk drabble;

sanguinary – multi-chaptered taejin fic, this one also has an explicit rating and there are hints of necrophilia, so read with precaution.

all of my new fanfics will be uploaded to my AO3 account or my tumblr. if you have any questions you can simply go to my tumblr blog and leave it there. also if you have a fic request, leave it there as well, and i’ll make sure to write it as soon as i can.

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