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Beep beep
Beep beep
Initiating…
Jimin opened his eyes.
There was a face in front of him. A face he knew.
“Joon?” He asked. It felt weird to talk, for some reason. Like his voice wasn’t actually coming out of him.
“Jimin! Oh god, it worked” Namjoon threw himself at Jimin, hugging him. Jimin was confused, but he still returned the hug.
“What worked?” He looked around, noticing that he had no idea where they were. It was kind of a laboratory, that much he knew, but he didn’t recognize the place. “Where are we? What’s going on?”
“I missed you so much,” Namjoon whispered. Jimin felt something sticking to his shoulder, and only then noticed Namjoon was actually crying.
“W-What do you mean? I saw you yesterday. We were preparing for the next exhibition, remember?” But Jimin knew there was something wrong.
Namjoon separated himself from Jimin, sweeping off his tears, smiling with that dimpled smile Jimin loved so much. Now that Jimin noticed it, Namjoon’s hair was longer than it had been the day before. He also somehow looked thinner and in disarray, just as if he hadn’t taken care of himself for a long time. But that didn’t make sense. Jimin always took care of Namjoon.
Jimin’s brain was working at a mile per second. Why did everything look like a completely different version of his lif–
Oh.
Oh.
Jimin stared at Namjoon in the eyes, frowning. “I died, didn’t I?”
Namjoon started sobbing, hugging Jimin and apologizing.
“This is my fault. Shit, this is all my own fault” He kept repeating. In a normal situation, Jimin would probably panic and would try to comfort Namjoon, but he was still trying to process the news.
He was dead. He wasn’t actually Jimin right now, he was– It was his consciousness speaking at the moment.
That would explain why everything felt so wrong. Namjoon must have put his being into an android, but how? They didn’t have models at the moment that were available, and even if they had, they weren’t supposed to feel this–
Jimin shouldn’t feel like a human. He shouldn’t be able to feel Namjoon’s tears wetting his shirt, he shouldn’t be able to feel the way his skin —Well, his fake skin— touched the bed under him. They hadn’t developed all of this yet, which only means…
“Namjoon?” He called, “How long has it been?”
“You– The incident happened thirteen months ago.”
Jimin had missed more than a year of his life.
He closed his eyes. His chest felt like it had some weight on it, preventing him from breathing. But he knew that was wrong. He didn’t have lungs, it wasn’t possible for him to actually breathe . It was just his head going into shock.
He was dead, but he was still there.
He was dead, but Namjoon had brought him back.
He was dead, and Namjoon had been alone for a whole year.
He was dead.
Jimin caressed Namjoon’s hair.
“Shhh. It’s ok, Joonie… I’m here. I won’t be going anywhere.”
He was dead, but he also had just been reborn. He wasn’t abandoning Namjoon anymore.
Even though he knew someday Namjoon would die too, and then, Jimin would be the one alone.
It took Namjoon half an hour to finally calm down and explain what had happened.
“It was the day after the exhibition,” he explained. “We were going back home when these guys — I have no idea who they were— attacked us. They shot you, Jimin. They– They were trying to steal our prototype. It was for nothing since the one we had stayed at the exhibition, and you know they probably wouldn’t have been able to make it work, but– But they still shot you. You died in my arms, Jimin. You–“
Jimin heart broke at the sight of Namjoon, the most eloquent person Jimin knew, barely being able to talk. He almost wanted to tell him that it was ok, that they could always talk about it later, but… Jimin needed to know what he had missed, so he didn’t say anything. He just put his hand on Namjoon’s thigh, squeezing it as a way of comforting. Namjoon seemed to relax a little bit. He put his fist on top of his mouth, “clearing” his throat.
“So, yeah. Thankfully, we made backups of ourselves just before going there, so you didn’t miss that many days… Well, kind of. I needed to make you a body, and it took me over a year to finish it. I did all I could to make it feel almost like nothing had happened, you probably noticed some of it. It wasn’t easy, of course, but… I did it” Finally, Namjoon smiled. He closed his eyes and hugged himself. His voice was small, more like he was talking to himself instead of to Jimin. “I did it, Jimin. You– You’re using the best android version possible.”
“I’m proud of you, Joonie,” Jimin said, smiling. And Namjoon was right. It almost felt like nothing had changed, and Jimin was sure that he would get used to the small changes in no time. “But… you said it took you a year to build this body, what… What happened all this time? Why aren’t we in our lab?”
Namjoon sighed. Jimin knew Namjoon probably didn’t want to talk about it yet, but he needed to know.
“I didn’t want to stay. Everyone knew where we worked, and even after you died, some people asked— No, they demanded that I continue working on more inventions. I was mourning you, and yet I had people demanding me to work. I couldn’t deal with all that, so I left. I closed the lab and moved to the middle of nowhere.” He pressed his lips together in a line. “Seokjin and Taehyung— They know where we are. I don’t know how, but they found out. The day after I came here I found them in the living room, talking and drinking tea. I tried to tell them to get lost, but they offered me help so I could start working as soon and discreetly as possible. I will probably have to pay the price later, but— it was worth it. You are worth it.”
This is when Jimin broke. He had tried to stay calm so he could ask, but… it was too much. He cupped Namjoon’s face with his hands, the first tears falling down.
“Oh, Joonie. I’m so sorry.” He got closer, closing his eyes. Namjoon’s lips felt differently, but Jimin didn’t stop thinking about it at the moment. He just needed to feel Namjoon, to physically assure him everything would be fine.
After a couple of minutes, Jimin separates himself from Namjoon, who just decided to rest his head on Jimin’s shoulder.
“I’m here now with you.”
After that heavily emotional first day, Jimin spent the rest of the week getting used to his new lifestyle.
For beginners, now that he didn’t have, well, most of his old necessities, he found himself with a lot more free time. Those days he used catching up with the actual world, learning about everything he missed it helped that Namjoon helped him a lot.
It was weird. He was used to being around Namjoon all day since they worked together, but… now, they weren’t doing anything. And the only time Jimin had tried to talk about it, maybe even suggest for them to go back to work, Namjoon just… brushed it under the rug.
“What would we do, anyway? We’re retired from inventing, and we can live comfortably here without doing any kind of job”
But Jimin didn’t want to just stay still. He ached for inventing, for building something. That was his passion, after all.
He just couldn’t for the love of everything understand where Namjoon’s passion had gone.
That was how they had met, after all. Namjoon had been an apprentice at Jimin’s grandfather’s workshop, the same place Jimin had spent his whole life in. And even though Jimin had a lot more knowledge, it was Namjoon’s willingness to learn what initially attracted him, and what made him ask Namjoon out.
Jimin smiled at the memory. It had been around six months after they had met, just after Jimin’s 17th birthday. At that point, Jimin had been crushing on Namjoon for a while, and he was 100% positive that his feelings were returned. So, he decided that he needed to do something about it. But he couldn’t just ask him, no. Namjoon deserved way better. That’s how he ended up designing a small puzzle, all consisting of brass cogs and gears. If Namjoon managed to open it (which, he did), then he would find a small note.
[Would you like to go on a date with me?]
Needless to say, Namjoon had accepted. It had been seven years since then (well, eight, if they included the year in which Jimin was just a backup instead of a living human/android), and Jimin was still very much in love with Namjoon.
For that reason, he decided he needed to bring his Namjoon back. And he had a simple plan for it.
- Step 1: Have a workshop date.
- Step 2: Go outside together.
- Step 3: Done!
It was a foolproof plan.
It wasn’t a foolproof plan.
Jimin had invited Namjoon to the lab, expecting them to just get on it and start working on planes. Damn, he had even prepared some snacks because they always got so busy they sometimes forgot about eating and didn’t want to leave.
The first problem, Jimin thought, was the fact that he really couldn’t eat snacks anymore.
He, theoretically speaking, knew that since he was now an android, he didn’t actually have a digestive system anymore. He just needed some electricity (generated from his own steam system, ‘cause fuck diesel). But it was something unconscious from him, the act of just having something on his mouth while eating. He didn’t even think about the consequences when he put those cookies in his mouth.
Five minutes into their “date”, his watering system had been clothed by the cookies, so the only thing they actually worked on was on Jimin’s fake throat And it was only Namjoon working since Jimin didn’t actually know how his own body was designed.
Then, since neither of them wanted to actually continue working, Jimin decided it would be a good idea to go outside.
The problem being, of course, the fact that Jimin didn’t really know what ‘outside’ was, since he hadn’t been out of the house. That led to a Jimin getting lost in the middle of the woods, with a smirking Namjoon behind him.
“You sure you don’t want to go back, Jimin-ah? ‘Cause a book would be way better than walking on circles”
“I already told you what I know where– Wait, circles?”
Both steps 1 and 2 had been a disaster, making it impossible for step 3 to even happen.
Jimin was extremely frustrated.
That was the reason why, after his failed attempts, he decided to use another, more effective method.
In other words, he crawled up and sat on Namjoon’s lap, whining.
“Why don’t you wanna work with me anymore,” he asked, pouting. Namjoon smiled at him, his dimples showing. But it wasn’t a happy smile. No, Jimin knee this smile. It was the smile he had every time he was required to do something he didn’t want to do. It was one of his fake smiles.
It hurt a little that it was directed at him.
“Is not that I don’t want to work with you ,” he assured, “but rather that I don’t want to work at all. You just happen to work on the same thing I don’t want to continue.”
“Of course I will be working on inventing. It’s literally the only thing I’ve done all my life”
So, maybe Jimin was a little bit upset, but he tried to maintain himself calm. He didn’t want to fight with Namjoon.
Too bad life doesn’t go the way he wanted to.
“I know, and I would never, ever, be against you doing whatever you want.” Namjoon adopted a different position, his back leaning on the headboard of the bed. “But you need to understand that I don’t want to continue working, Jimin-ah. I lost my passion for inventing.”
Jimin frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you can’t just lose it! I’m sure with a few days back in the lab you will probably go back to how it was before!”
Namjoon remained in silence for a few seconds, staring at Jimin, making him squirm under such an intense glare.
“Do you have any idea” he started, his voice shaking “of how difficult it is to even try to enjoy what you do when you just lost the person you love the most? How difficult it is having lost that person because of what you invented? Having to improve what you invented, because you just knew your lover deserved perfection? Jimin, I–” He choked on his own words, taking a couple of seconds to regain composure. “I burned all my creativity this last year. I am tired. I just want to rest. ”
“But is resting going to make you happy?” Argued Jimin. “Are you going to be content with doing nothing? With forgetting all about what we have done for years ?” Jimin snorted, shaking his head. He left Namjoon’s lap, stepping on the floor and walking outside of their bedroom. “Fine. Be my guest, then. I guess I just don’t understand.”
And maybe he was being petty, but he couldn’t really help it. He felt like that attitude would hurt Namjoon in the long run instead of benefiting him… But what could he do? Namjoon was a grown adult, he knew what he wanted and knew he would need to assume the consequences.
He spent the next few days sleeping on the couch.
They never really talked about that night.
A week and a half later, Jimin was back on their bed, but their relationship was still off. He didn’t try to take Namjoon on dates, nor did he try to talk to him at all. Actually, if Jimin went back and counted all the times they talked at all, he could count them with only one hand.
It was bad.
But then Taehyung and Seokjin arrived.
Taehyung and Seokjin were the closest things Jimin and Namjoon had for friends, which said a lot, considering their relationship was based on business. Still, when Jimin and Namjoon had started investing, it was them who invested in their business and helped them. Of course, it wasn't for free, but it had been a long time since Namjoon and Jimin had repaid their debts.
But they had helped Namjoon again when Jimin wasn't there.
Seokjin smiled at him, preparing tea in Jimin's kitchen.
(Jimin was pretty sure Seokjin had brought his own tea since neither Namjoon not him had bought any kind of food all the time Jimin had been there)
(... and now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Namjoon eating at all either).
”Nice to see you again, Jiminie,” Taehyung said, appearing from behind the counter. ”I have to say, if it wasn't because I saw your dead body, I would have never known you were now an artificial being. Namjoon really succeeded this time, eh? Good, since he tried for so long and fucked up so much.”
Seokjin served the tea, giving a cup to Taehyung. He didn't bother asking Jimin if he wanted some.
Namjoon appeared then, throwing daggers with his eyes. ”Now, why have I the humor of your visit? I thought you were busy running a government.”
”We wanted to see how our favorite scientists we're doing, of course.” Seokjin said, winking at them. ”We would have come earlier, but, you know, we were busy dealing with the whole black market issue someone left behind when he decided to play being a hermit. But you wouldn't know anything about it, would you, Namjoon?”
Jimin could see how much those words were affecting Namjoon. His jaw was tense, his lips were pale as a result of the strength they were being pressed at, and his hands were in two fists. He got closer to where Seokjin was.
Seokjin continued drinking his tea.
”Also, we wanted to remind you of someone you seem to have forgotten about. I'm pretty sure Jimin would love to see him again.” Added Taehyung.
”What the fuck are you two talking about?” Asked Jimin, frowning. Those three were clearly Talking about something Jimin wasn't part of, and if the way Namjoon was reacting said anything, he was probably not supposed to know.
”Taehyung raised his eyebrows, his surprise so exaggerated Jimin wanted to roll his eyes. ”Oh, Jiminie, you don't know? We guessed Namjoon would have told you by now”
”Tsk, tsk. What a bad boyfriend, Joonie. Who would have thought? Poor Jiminie deserves the truth, don't you think?” Even though Seokjin’s lips were pressed against the cup, Jimin just knew by the smugness his voice radiated that he was smirking. ”Such bad timing, then, but I guess you two will have time to talk about this on our way to the capital.”
”We aren't going to the capital.” Namjoon immediately said, crossing his arms.
”Yes you are, honey. We want you to be there for a while.” He walked up to where Namjoon was, caressing his cheek. Namjoon didn't move, Jimin knee he couldn't or he would risk ending with more than a surprise trip. ”Now, why don't you two go and get everything ready? I'm sure a couple of machines with fake skin like you won't need much.”
”We’ll be waiting at the train station. Don't be late~ The train isn't going anywhere without you two, and we don't care if we have to physically drag you two there on foot. Bye Joonie, Jiminie.”
As fast as they had entered, both Taehyung and Seokjin disappeared, leaving them alone. Jimin sighed, walking to their room.
”They're right. We’ll talk on the train.”
If Jimin was honest, he actually loved traveling on trains. The view was always nice, the machines were always amazing, and they usually were served in first class. This time wasn't the exception, Jimin enjoying the same luxuries. The problem was the tension between Namjoon and him. It didn't help that they were alone, the whole compartment rented so they could have privacy.
But Jimin wasn't going to stay in silence this time.
”What were Seokjin and Taehyung talking about earlier?” Namjoon groaned.
”You're better off not knowing, Jimin-ah. I'm doing this for your good”
”Oh hell no. You won't use the ’I'm doing this for you’ card on me. You want it or not, this” Jimin pointed around the whole room with his small finger, ”involves me. Involves us. You need to stop hiding information from me. I'm your boyfriend , Namjoon. We're supposed to be equals .”
”You think I don't know that?” Namjoon closed his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose. ”I know I should have told you, but fuck, Jimin, I don't want to lose you again . If it was in my hands, you would have never even seen either Taehyung nor Seokjin again.”
”And how the hell were you planning on doing that?” Jimin covered his face with his hands for a couple of seconds, frustration increasing. ”You know how dangerous they are. You know they could decide to do whatever they want to either of us, and you decided to leave me in the dark? What are you weren't there, Namjoon, and they decided to just kidnap me?”
”They would be–” Namjoon closed his mouth for a couple of seconds. ”We are more valuable together than separated, and I thought I had been clear I wasn't going back to work”
”You never had an option. You owe them, remember? That's the only thing you ever told me about whatever happened when I wasn't here.” Jimin crossed his arms. ”I expect to know the truth. Now.”
Namjoon remained in silence for a couple.of.seconds, starting at Jimin directly in the eyes. Jimin’s face didn't change a bit, though, so Namjoon just sighed and gave up.
”Fine. You win.” He licked his lips, setting his arms on top of the table. ”For the record, I didn't lie to you. I did get away, and Taehyung and Seokjin did help me. The problem was, of course, that there was no one left to fill in for us. We were the only ones able to actually know how to create and manage the androids. After the news got out, dozens of people claimed to have similar models to ours, and they were sold for a higher amount of money. Sooner than later, though, people noticed they weren't nearly as good. They had a lot of problems, so that market quickly flopped. And since there were some androids we had already created , some thought ’Well, we only need those so we could resell them.’ People were kidnapped and stripped of their bodies, the black market benefiting from the whole process. A lot of violence came out of it, and of course, Seokjin and Taehyung were the ones that had to deal with the repercussions.” He seemed to hesitate for a bit, before reaching for Jimin’s hand. ”Jimin… You literally possess the most advanced body there had ever been. No prototype can do nearly as much as you can, and Seokjin and Taehyung are extremely interested in that technology. If they can get the patent for something even less advanced than you…”
”Their total assets would increase a lot. They would make even more money.” Jimin whispered, squeezing Namjoon’s hand.
And that was the thing. Taehyung and Seokjin already had a lot of power. But this? This would make them the most powerful people on the whole continent, maybe even in the world.
But they needed Namjoon since he was the one that created Jimin’s body.
”You already had to adjust to this new life, I didn't want to burden you even more. Not so soon, anyway.” Namjoon took Jimin’s hand and kissed it. ”I'm sorry.”
And Jimin knew a lot of things. He knew there were people out there that wanted their inventions too. He knew that, even though they were definitely dangerous, Seokjin and Taehyung had a strict set of morals. He knew that his life was about to get more complicated than ever.
But he also one that Namjoon’s love was bigger than anything else. And that was all that matter in that place and moment in time.
Jimin smiled at him, making his body over the table and kissing Namjoon.
They would be ok.
The capital was just like Jimin remembered it. Gray, brown, and with all sorts of machines everywhere. Somehow, it was like going back home after a long vacation, but it also felt wrong, like this wasn't really the place he knew all his life.
They went directly to their old lab. Jimin didn't really recognize the place. The once huge glass windows were now covered on wood, not allowing anything from the inside to be seen. The door had a huge lock, too, and the old Minimoni sign wasn't there anymore, just the ghost of the letters on the paint.
It made Jimin’s chest hurt a bit.
”The inside is the same as you had it before, don't worry,” Seokjin said, smiling at Jimin. ”We kept everything just like you left it, but we needed to change the outside so no one knew what was inside.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. ”Of course you kept everything.”
”Well, we knew you two would end up here anyway, so it was better to just protect the place for a bit.” Taehyung smiled at them. ”Seems like we weren't wrong, huh?”
Namjoon just mumbled a ’whatever’ and entered the place.
Seokjin had been right. Everything on the inside was perfect, maybe even cleaner than they had left it. It was like time hadn't passed at all.
Taehyung looked at his pocket watch. ”We need you to grab your stuff for transferring human life to robots. Be quick, we still need to go somewhere else.”
Jimin raised his eyebrows, but it was Namjoon who spoke. “That’s why you two brought us here? You just wanted a backup of yourselves? We could have done that back in our house. What the fuck.”
Taehyung’s smile disappeared, leaving a completely blank face instead. It was weird. Taehyung has such an expressive face, even if what it showed was fake, that seeing absolutely nothing… that’s how Jimin knew they had fucked up.
“You have to do whatever we want, Namjoon. You owe us, so shut the fuck up and get your damn stuff before I fucking shot you.” Taehyung’s voice was full venom. He then turned around, exiting the building. Seokjin sighed.
“He’s probably just smoking, so you two go and do what you need. We’ll wait for you outside.” And just like that, Seokjin left too, leaving them alone. They stood there in silence for a couple of seconds, before mechanically going for their equipment. Neither of them said a word, still shocked by what had just happened.
Their next stop was the hospital.
As soon as the building was recognizable, Namjoon’s face turned pale. The reaction wasn’t missed by anyone, though. Taehyung just rolled his eyes.
“We’re here for work, not for you to get distracted with whatever fucked up game you have going on with your boyfriend. Fucking get it together and continue walking.”
Well, apparently he’s still in a sour mood, Jimin thought,
They entered the building, going directly to room nine-o’-one. Inside, there was a boy in a bed, a pumping machine connected to his chest. He had black hair and looked extremely demarcated.
The first thing Seokjin and Taehyung did was to hold both his hands.
“You may start.” Said Seokjin, his voice breaking a bit.
Neither of them hesitated a bit, starting working immediately. The process was quick, Jimin too focused to notice whatever was happening around them. A little over ten minutes later, they had finished, a copy of the boy’s being on their hands.
Taehyung cleared his throat and handed them a folder. “We want an Android for him. Inside the folder are pictures of him, as well as específico details that might help. As always, you’ll have access to all the resources you need. You also have time, but the faster you finish, the faster you can go home.”
Seokjin was running his hands on the boy’s hair, a sad smile on his face.
“You might go.” He said, not even sparing them a look. Nonetheless, they molded, exiting the room.
They could still hear Taehyung’s voice as they exited.
“Don’t worry, Kookie. You will be fine in no time.”
Not even five seconds after they in the hallway, Bamjoon grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“There’s something else you have to see,” he said, walking just a couple of rooms to the right. Jimin followed him, in silence. Namjoon then opened the door to room nine-one-two.
His whole body froze immediately.
Jimin didn’t know what he expected to see inside.
But he definitely didn’t expect to see his boyfriend on a bed, connected to even more machines than the other boy had.
If Jimin still had a heart, he would have probably stopped right then.
“I know you have a lot of questions” Namjoon —Was it even Namjoon?— said, approaching him. “Just hear me out.”
Jimin just nodded, looking at his… at the person in front of him.
“I– wait, no. We realized early on that we would need help making your body” The person said, pointing back and forth between himself and the other Namjoon. “So we, well, he decided an android would be a great idea. It didn’t have to be perfect, after all. It just needed to work well enough. So, I was created.” He stopped for a couple of seconds, looking for any reaction in Jimin’s face. There was none. “We worked together creating you, for a long time, but… we weren’t the best at taking care of ourselves. It didn’t affect me that much, since, well, I’m not technically a human, but him…” He sighed. “Six months after I was invented, he was so sleep-deprived, so fragile, that he made a mistake while working. There was an accident .”
“W-What happened to him?” Jimin asked, his time barely audible.
“Metal pieces pierced his organs, including his brain. It’s a miracle he had stayed alive, but… he’s clinically dead. The only thing that keeps him alive is those machines.” Namjoon walked to where the human Namjoon was, staring at him. “I didn’t want him to go without… without seeing you a last time, so one of the favors I asked them was for him to be kept here until it was time. I wanted to ease you into… this , but now I realize there’s no way I could have done that.” He laughed, but it was fake, bitter. “Such a horrible way of living.”
Jimin didn’t know how to react. He walked to where human Namjoon was, sitting in a chair beside the bed. He hated looking at this version of Namjoon, a part of him wished he had never seen it, for it to disappear from his memory.
He leaned over his boyfriend, kissing his forehead.
“I’m here, my love. You did it.” Jimin’s bottom lip started trembling, and even as a robot, he felt like his system was shutting down like he couldn’t really move anymore. In reality, he could, but… it was the sadness acting instead. “You brought me here. You… you can rest now. Don’t worry about me, I will always have you.”
Android Namjoon walked up to him, hugging him. Jimin leaned on the touch, his metallic heart completely broken.
“I love you.” He whispered. It was the first time in a long, long time he said it. He didn’t know who it was for, if human Namjoon, if android Namjoon. It didn’t really matter, Jimin supposed. They were the same.
“It’s time, Jimin.’ Android Namjoon said, caressing Jimin’s back. Jimin nodded, and then he faced the machines. He knew how they worked, he knew what to do.
The tears only started failing down as Jimin disconnected everything that kept Kim Namjoon alive.
But he could now finally rest in peace.
Jimin’s way of mourning was to immerse himself in work.
He studied his subject —Jeon Jungkook, he learned— a lot, designing the perfect body. This time, Namjoon helped him, after explaining what exactly he had done for Jimin’s version.
They didn’t really talk, but Namjoon’s presence helped Jimin to cope. He slowly stopped seeing android Namjoon and human Namjoon as two separate entities, but his whole boyfriend instead.
It wasn’t easy, but he was trying .
And it made him finish Jungkook’s body way faster.
In the end, they stayed in the capital for two and a half months, their last day the same they finally finished the body. They had brought it to Taehyung and Seokjin’s mansion, activating the body right there so it would be surrounded by a familiar space.
Seeing the two most powerful men he knew crying so much was the most bizarre experience in his life.
In the end, both Taehyung and Seokjin smiled at them. Sincere smiles.
They didn’t need to say anything, but Jimin knee they both were extremely grateful.
They gave them their tickets back the same day.
On their way home, Jimin couldn’t help but reflect on what had happened in the last couple of months. What had happened since he woke up. It felt like a dream. A never-ending dream that hurt way more it was supposed to, but one nonetheless.
Jimin didn’t really know what would happen next. He knew there was a lot to fix in his relationship with Namjoon, he knew they would end up encountering Taehyung and Seokjin again. But right at that moment, while in Namjoon’s arms, Jimin knew he could get through it.
That everything would be ok.