Long chapter ahead~
[Note:- A lot of my readers asked me to write an epilogue for this book. The ones who loved the earlier ending can also read this.
This is a little fictitious chapter to just fill that vacancy in the hearts of those cute readers who can't handle a sad Jikook ending. So, here you go!]
(This fanart ISN'T mine. I picked it from Pinterest. Do give the artist lots of love. If someone finds it offensive, do tell me. I will take it down. Thank you.)
Do you need tissues beforehand?
Just kidding, my books don't need tissues.
H.O.N.G.K.O.N.G, C.H.I.N.A.
09:45 (Typing...)
"Tae, where are you? I need to head to the shoot," Jimin nibbled his lip to suppress his anxiety.
"I am so sorry, Jimin! There is this huge traffic and it isn't moving ahead. Could you wait a little longer? I will find myself another route-"
"It... it's okay. I will get myself a taxi-"
"Hell no! Did you just forget how famous you are? There would be paparazzi everywhere. We can't let you take a taxi." Taehyung honked consistently but it was in vain. The traffic wasn't shifting a single inch.
"Well, I cannot just sit here like a thief in the airport with the coveralls till you reach and miss the shoot. Plus, the temperature outside is killing me!" Jimin tried to loosen the scarf around his neck but quickly tightened it and hid his face as a commoner passed by.
"I am trying my best, Jimin. Could you just give me a few more minutes-"
"Tae?" Jimin began.
"Huh?" Taehyung's attention finally fell on the soft voice that called him.
"Stop protecting me like a kid. I can take care of myself. Yeah?"
"But-"
"I am glad you helped me so much after the news was released and they won't kill me since I ain't in their territory anymore." Jimin chuckled.
"Jimin!" Taehyung rose his voice.
"Yes?" Jimin asked in a teasing way as he knew the boy was already on the verge of crying.
"D... don't ever talk about dying! Plus, I don't protect you because of the news. I voluntarily do it because you are so tiny-"
"Wait, what?" Jimin was baffled.
"That's not the point but don't you dare talk about dying. You got that!" Taehyung spoke and Jimin heard soft sniffles from the other end.
"Are you crying for me, Tae?"
"No...I am not! I don't cry for tiny people," Taehyung mumbled before sobbing loudly and consistently hitting on the steering wheel to clear the traffic but it wasn't helping.
Jimin chuckled at the boy's cuteness, "Tae, I want you to calm down and listen to me. Just because of the news stating I am a refugee wouldn't make any difference as I have a strong 'tall' brother by my side to protect me. Okay?" Jimin emphasized the word 'tall' and giggled.
"O...okay but-" Taehyung rubbed his burning red nose and focused on the call.
"Now, once the traffic clears, head directly to the shooting station. I will catch a taxi and meet you there. Okay?"
"But-"
"Tae!" Jimin pressed on the word.
"Okay." Taehyung sighed and gave up on the argument.
"Cute." Jimin cooed and cut the call.
He exhaled shortly before standing up and walking towards the exit. He took careful turns to make sure nobody recognized him and walked towards a taxi that was standing at the very end with no customers.
He frowned as he looked around. Different taxis were actively running around and picking people up but this one didn't move an inch.
Jimin shrugged the eerie feeling and walked up the same taxi ignoring the cues of the others.
As he closed the distance towards the taxi, a wave of nostalgia washed over his face. He couldn't frame a perfect label to the feeling he had at the moment but the strong magnetic force pulled him towards the particular taxi.
He inhaled sharply before knocking over the window of the driver. The driver quickly pulled his Barret over his face to cover himself.
"Um, could you please open the door-"
"Sorry, the taxi isn't in service!" The driver immediately cut Jimin's sentence.
Now, this fumed Jimin and he crossed his arms over his chest, "Excuse me? The taxi looks just fine and gives me a good reason why you ain't letting me in." Jimin asked with full sass.
"You want a reason?" The driver asked in a low tone, his hand still clutching onto the Barret to cover his face but those rosy thin lips couldn't mask themselves under it.
"Yes!" Jimin bent a little to look through the window glass that was separating him from the driver.
What is this weird feeling? Jimin's heart tucked as his gaze fell over those lips.
"I don't accept rude customers. Does that satisfy your question?" The driver put forth and Jimin's eyes blew wide.
This voice...
These words...
"Are you-" Jimin instantly pressed his lips shut and tears brimmed over his lower lids. He took slow shaky steps backward and shook his head to stop himself from turning into a vulnerable mess.
Stop it, Jimin!
He isn't here.
He can't be here.
Because he-
Jimin swallowed the thick lump in his throat before speaking, "It...it's okay. I can another taxi."
"Wait!" The driver called out but Jimin didn't dare to stop and ran away with his forearms covering his eyes to prevent anyone from looking at them.
He can't be here.
He will never be here.
He just left him behind.
He left him with a pang of guilt to survive alone.
He just-
Jimin's thoughts were cut off when he was pulled into a taxi and the door was instantly shut from the inside. He tried to scream for help but gasped as he felt the man's chest against his forehead. His eyes were still wide open and his muscles failed to move.
He felt the similar warmth he had felt ten years ago.
Fuck! It's been ten years.
Ten years and nothing changed.
How could he have the same feeling he had ten years ago?
This is a dream, isn't it-
"I missed you, Min." The man spoke up.
There!
This can't be a dream. Can it?
No one knew about that nickname but him.
Had he gone crazy?
This is real. Isn't it?
Jimin's circle of thoughts halted when the man slightly pulled Jimin off him to look at his face.
Those same brown ruffled soft hair with a metal piercing over his lower lip. Cheeks coated with the faint tint of blush, lips nervously moistened by his tongue, and a scar over his left eyebrow that felt ages old.
Jimin's eyes slowly locked with the man's orbs which held so many emotions at the moment.
"Don't...you remember me?" The man asked with a slight hurt in his tone.
Jimin didn't respond, his body still frozen by the encounter.
"Don... don't you remember my voice, Min?" The man tried again his voice turning raw holding back his tears.
Jimin's lips trembled but he didn't dare to utter a word.
"I...am sorry for taking so long-"
"I thought you died that night!" Jimin pushed the man with his hands.
"I thought that you would never return!" Jimin struggled to keep his breathing even.
"I thought they killed you!" Jimin's breathing shattered as he grabbed the man's collar pushing him against the seat and sitting over his lap.
"I... thought that I...killed you," Jimin's voice muffled as he put forth.
The tears ran down his cheeks as the grip on the other's shirt tightened, "I thought that I had lost you, Jungkook."
And there it was.
He missed calling out that name.
He yearned every single day to call that name without being called crazy by the passersby.
"I...missed you, Kook." Jimin cried loudly unable to hold back. His entire body trembled but Jungkook firmed his grip on the male's waist with his nose slightly brushing against the other.
"Did my Min miss me?" Jungkook smiled softly against Jimin's lips who wasn't ready to open his eyes.
"Look at me, Min." Jungkook nudged Jimin's nose with his, but he firmly denied it and circled his arms around Jungkook's neck.
"You will disappear if I do," Jimin mumbled his breathing still shaky.
"And what makes you think so?" Jungkook asked.
"Because this is a dream," Jimin replied.
"But this isn't-"
"Don't give me false hopes! I know it. I just know it. It has happened every fucking time and the moment I open my eyes, everything is back to reality and I am in the van with Taehyung running for some shoots or performances." Jimin's fingers clutched tightly onto the back of Jungkook's collar.
He doesn't want this to end.
He doesn't want to let go.
He doesn't want to forget, Jungkook.
No matter how many years pass by he wants to remember this scent.
He doesn't want to-
Jimin felt a pair of lips press against his. His heart swelled up at the familiar softness of those lips and didn't think twice before kissing back.
A slow subtle kiss turned into a more desperate and hot liplock with Jimin's hands running between Jungkook's locks. Jungkook deepened the kiss with his hands running under Jimin's shirt and caressing the sides of the male's chest. He slowly parted his lips to let the tiny male over him breathe and took in the anxiousness on his face.
"This isn't a dream, Min. It took me a while to escape from there and get citizenship in china. I didn't want to meet you as someone on the run. I preferred to meet you as a stable person. I watched you over the television every day, Min. I was afraid to confront you every time you visited China. I didn't want to bring you back those old memories. I wasn't sure if you remembered me but then you spoke about the past over the concert and I couldn't hold back. I stayed put and waited here in this hired Taxi every time you visited China."
Jimin choked a sob before breaking into tears. He didn't know this man has been waiting all along just for him.
"You would always be escorted by a van and I couldn't just jump in front of it. And...and today when you approached me, I didn't want to hold back, Min-"
"It's Jimin. My real name is Jimin. I lied to you back then," Jimin mumbled guilt hitting his senses, "I am sorry, I lied to you. I am sorry I made you wait so long-"
Jungkook quickly placed his finger under the other's chin, "You lied for a reason plus I like calling you Min. It's a special nickname that only I know of."
"Stop being so sweet," Jimin lightly punched the male's chest.
"Am I being sweet? Well, what would you like me to be? Feisty? Um, how about hot and sexy?" Jungkook chuckled as he watched Jimin flush red.
"So, this surely isn't a dream, right?" Jimin asked again.
Jungkook grabbed the male's thighs and jerked him forwards, the impact left Jimin gasping and his reflexes working to place his tiny palms over Jungkook's broad chest.
"It isn't, my love."
"So, you ain't going to leave me after fucking me?" Jimin asked innocently.
"Damn, is that the only thing running in your head, Min?" Jungkook teased.
"No! I...mean I do remember the ride-" Jimin's eyes blew wide as the realization hit him, "I mean the taxi ride!" He was a blushing mess by now.
"I never knew there was another meaning for the ride until you had to specify it?" Jungkook was in full mood to turn this soft squishy male into a red tomato tonight.
"Stop!" Jimin pouted and punched his chest.
"But I still haven't started yet, my love." Jungkook flashed his infamous bunny smile.
"Oh gosh! Stop it, dude."
"Dude? You can't dude me. Remember, I am your love. Oh, wait....was it Juliet's Romeo?"
"Are you writing some historic tale, Jungkook?" Jimin asked with a blush still coated over his cheeks.
"Is our love less than any tale, Min?" Jungkook cupped the male's cheeks before closing the distance between their lips.
Well, now you may ask what about the people outside their Taxi?
The Taxi has those magic windows that don't allow anyone from outside to peep in.
Plus, Taehyung rushed his van with super fast speed to the shooting area and ran around to find Jimin who currently is busy making out with his long lost and found bunny.
Oh and don't feel sorry for Taehyung, kids.
The man already found a hot pale man sitting over the director's seat with a book folded into a roll and savagely working on the shoot.
That's it, Bro.
Now shu! Hehe.
(A/n:- Now, don't come to my door with knives. I gave you a happy ending.
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Meet you there.
Love you kid.
Maddie 🥺❤️