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Just when Taehyung thought things would turn up, his world came crashing down.
Lying in the middle of nowhere, he feels helpless and alone. But then again, this is his doing. No one told him to run; no one told him to expect. Hasn’t he learned from years of disappointment? Isn’t that flower inside of his chest a good enough reminder?
He coughs violently as the pain sears his chest. The rain continues to pour mercilessly, completing this scenery of sadness.
Despite the gloom, he can still see one face in his eyes.
Even in near death, he only sees Jimin.
Hours before, Taehyung woke up feeling neither pessimistic nor optimistic.
His surgery is due the next day at 8PM; he’d have to return to the city by 10 in the morning, have his briefing at 1 in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day prepping for the procedure. Taehyung was already thinking about his form of transportation (I can’t ride a bus; they’ll kick me out for vomiting flowers non-stop) when his mother entered the room.
“Taehyungie, how are you feeling?” she asked with a look of concern.
“I...I feel okay,” he answered.
“Did you sleep well?”
“A bit.”
“Good, you need your strength before you return to the city tomorrow,” she said, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”
Taehyung adjusted himself on his bed, mustering the strength to look fine. “I’ll be good, Mom. I don’t want you to worry over me,” he told her, “We’ve done this before, remember? I’ll get well.”
“But how will you go back? You can’t drive on your own.”
“I’ll have someone.”
“Who?”
“I’ll figure that out later, Mom.”
“But—“
“I think I can help.”
Jimin entered the scene, standing a beside Tae’s mother with an assuring smile on his face. It had been like this for days—Jimin being one of the first faces he wakes up to. He had been really helpful in entertaining a sickly Taehyung during his break.
“I brought my car with me,” he continued, “I can drive Taehyung to the doctor tomorrow.”
“But aren’t you supposed to be on vacation till next week?”
“Yeah, but your health is more important, Tae. I can’t have you dragging yourself to the hospital,” said the model. He then looked at Tae’s mother. “I’ll take care of him.”
Taehyung’s mother can only smile. “Thank you so much, Jimin. You don’t know how grateful I am that you’re with us. I wish I could repay you.”
“No need. I’m doing all of these free of charge,” he said, turning to Taehyung, “After all, it’s for my best friend.”
He knew Jimin said best friend, but that didn’t stop Taehyung’s heart from skipping a beat (despite the sunflower constricting it). He felt like an idiot, smiling at his best friend. But he didn’t care too because it was Jimin.
“God Tae, how could you still have these boxers?”
Taehyung felt his face redden in instant. He seized the offending clothing item from his friend and threw it on the floor.
“When I asked you to help me pack, I didn’t say you could rummage around my closet for embarrassing stuff, Park Jimin,” he said, turning his attention back to his duffel bag to hide his flustered face.
“I had to rummage in your closet for underwear. It’s a basic necessity.”
“I could do that myself, thank you very much.”
He took the underwear he threw, folded it, and placed it inside the bag. Meanwhile, Jimin suppressed a chuckle as he continued to look for clothes. He didn’t stop with the boxers; he took out strings of other embarrassing clothes from Tae’s closet such as that Santa Clause pyjama, pink Hello Kitty onesie, and the shirt Taehyung had to wear when he lost a bet to Jimin.
It had Jimin’s face on it.
“Throw that away,” said Taehyung, “Or I’ll burn it.”
“Pfft, as if you could throw me away,” said Jimin nonchalantly, clueless to Taehyung’s expression. Had he been drinking water, he might’ve choked on it. Instead, he cleared his throat and pretended nothing happened.
All of a sudden, he experienced an unnerving chill in his body. Automatically, his body shivered as a response. The sensation started off like a small blow of wind and eventually spread all over his body, causing him to shiver more. It felt like he was shoved in the middle of the winter with no clothes on.
“Taehyung-ah, do you think you could pull this off?” asked Jimin, raising a questionable skirt from Tae’s closet, only to find the photographer lying down face first on his bed, shivering violently.
“Oh my god, Tae!” he exclaimed.
Taehyung had already wrapped his arms around himself. Apart from the cold, he could also feel the petals rising up his throat again. His fingers dug into the sheets as he attempted to fight off hanahaki, but it seemed his disease was going to get the best of him again.
You have to fucking fight it off.
His body, however, wanted to give up for the nth time—when a warm force enveloped him.
He felt Jimin’s strong arms wrap around him, his breath so close to Taehyung’s ear. The photographer felt his friend’s hands rub his shivering body, warming him up. Jimin tightened his hold on him, whispering shaky encouragements in his ear.
“Tae Tae, hold on. Don’t give up yet. Don’t.”
Jimin turned Tae around so he can breathe better. The latter was momentarily blinded by the light, but his best friend’s face subdued the brightness. There was warmth in Park Jimin’s eyes.
“Taehyung?”
He ran a hand through Tae’s hair, providing immediate comfort.
“Ji...Jimin-ah...” he croaks.
“Yeah?”
“I’m....so tired.”
And he meant it. Taehyung wanted nothing to do with this disease anymore; he was physically and emotionally tired of suffering from this one-sided love affair. He wanted to be optimistic, but he just wanted everything to end.
Jimin enveloped him in a tighter hug.
“Hold on, Tae. It will be over soon,” he says. He then planted a kiss on Tae’s forehead. “It will be over soon.”
Inhaling the expensive perfume scent of the model, Taehyung then wished for another pipe dream: the pain to be gone, but his love for Jimin to remain.
Let me love him longer, please.
Jimin said Taehyung shouldn’t walk alone when he wants to stroll. Being the stubborn person he is, he doesn’t listen and does what he wants.
Taehyung took in the fresh air again to relieve his throbbing chest. It has gotten worse over the past few days. On some nights, he can feel the roots digging deeper in his lungs, causing him to vomit more petals. It is a sensation unlike before. He wonders if relapsing can worsen the disease.
The road was empty of cars, just how Tae likes it.
Tomorrow was a new day and he can’t wait for it to come. While the idea of going through another painful surgery scared him, he was eager to get well again. Recovery usually takes a month; he’ll have to ask for another sick leave.
Today, his coughs lessened but when they do come, it’s more painful. He doesn’t know the cause of the change—only the direct cause of the disease.
Taehyung knows having Jimin—aka the root cause of his hanahaki disease—is a masochistic type of torture. It feels like years ago when he naturally resented his best friend for being the cause of his hardships. Now, he still knows that Jimin is partly to blame for everything, but he no longer resents him.
If anything, he’s happy that he’s in pain for loving Jimin.
These past few days with his best friend have been nothing but bliss for the sickly Kim Taehyung. Never mind that his one-sided attraction with Jimin is the cause behind this infection. The mere fact that the love of his life is with him is enough.
Part of him, however, still longs for Jimin to reciprocate his love—not because he wants to get better. This real love he feels for the model is incredible, intense, and in need. Desperate is the perfect word to describe it, but he doesn’t let Jimin know.
If Jimin will love him, it should be out of his will.
But then again, Taehyung will have his surgery tomorrow.
Will it still matter?
Tomorrow, probably not, but today, he loves Jimin with all his heart. He’s sure that he will still love Jimin after the surgery; the intensity of that love, however, will no longer be the same. It will no longer hurt him.
Hopefully.
The thought of not loving Jimin scared Taehyung for the nth time. He didn’t know what motivated this one-sided love, but he didn’t care. He loves Jimin—period.
All of a sudden, he had the urge to see this man.
That’s lucky, I’m walking down his street, he think, Maybe I can pass by.
Jimin’s house is only one block away. Despite his frail condition, Taehyung decided he’ll drop by his best friend’s home. After all, Jimin has been doing the visiting a lot; he figures it’s only right that he see the model now. He didn’t know what they’ll do, but he was confident that Jimin will think of something.
He made another right and sees the bright red rooftop of Jimin’s house.
I’m so close. I hope he’s home.
Taehyung skipped over the bushes, almost tripping on the neighbor’s squirrel statue. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but he is happy. In pain, but happy.
Just as he was a few steps away from the Park household, he stopped.
A car is parked right in front of Jimin’s home. At first, Taehyung thinks it’s his best friend’s but he sees the model’s shiny red car parked inside the garage. He looked up and saw Jimin leaning on the car while a girl talked to him.
And it wasn’t just any girl—it was THE ex-girlfriend.
From where he stood, Taehyung couldn’t hear the conversation, but he could see it was a pretty intense one. The girl was holding on to Jimin’s arms, looking as if she was begging him for something. The model, on the other hand, remained unsure. He was talking to her, but not with the same intensity as she had.
The photographer wondered how she came here; she must’ve found out that Jimin packed his bags for a short vacation back home. He also wanted to know what they were talking about. Why did she look so desperate? Why did she hold on to Jimin like that? What was Jimin telling her? And why did he have that look in his eyes?
Also, why did Taehyung feel a stab in his chest?
He decided to walk closer and hide behind the bushes, hoping he could at least hear what was going on.
“...I made a mistake, Jiminnie,” the girl was saying, “I was stupid and it took me months to realize that. I’m sorry.”
Jimin did not reply. His ex, however, persisted.
“I know you still love me, Park Jimin. I dropped by your apartment the other day and you were watching our old travel videos,” she continued, “You wore my oversized sweater and you still have our old playlist on loop. I know you still love me; fuck, I can see it in your eyes.”
Taehyung gazed at Jimin’s eyes. From afar, he could see something stirring in those dark eyes he loved.
“That’s why I came here—I wanted to see you,” she said, “I know I’ve been stupid, but I want to correct my mistakes. I want you back.” She held his face. “I want us back, Minnie bear.”
The sight of them staring at each other’s eyes sends another jolt of pain in Taehyung’s chest. He could already feel the petals crawling up his throat. He had to hold on to the bushes and prevent himself from throwing up.
Jimin still had not spoken.
“Minnie bear?”
“Yeah?”
The girl tightened her hold on Jimin’s face.
“I love you.”
Without another word, their lips crashed for a kiss—right in front of Taehyung.
He saw Jimin’s hand move around the girl’s waist, almost as if it was a reflex. Despite being shorter than Taehyung, Jimin managed to tall over the girl, leaning forward to kiss her. They were perfect, they looked like two puzzle pieces that fit.
And it hurt the hell out of the photographer.
Before he could stop himself, the petals got the best of him.
Fortunately, Taehyung managed to cover his mouth, which lessened the noise of his cough (hopefully), but his hands were filled with yellow petals dripping in blood. At the sight of these, his chest tightened—almost to the point that he couldn’t breathe.
I need to get out of here.
He threw the petals on the ground and ran away with tears blinding his eyes.
With no sense of direction, Kim Taehyung ran to where his feet led him. Along the way, he vomited sunflower petals. He tried to stop, but the image of Jimin and that girl was stuck in his mind, causing him to be sicker than ever.
Out of all the places in the area, his feet led him to the sunflower field.
And that’s how Taehyung ended up there—dying.
For a second, he wonders if he could just die here right now.
Taehyung had spent a good minute walking around the field, lost in physical and emotional pain. His broken heart blinded him of direction; combine that with the spasms of pain in his chest, he was completely unhinged. He tripped on a rock and fell to the ground.
Now, he’s unable to get up.
He continues to cough violently, each cough much worse than the one before. He hates how he sounds like a dying animal with the noise he’s making, but when you’re slowly choking due to hanahaki, you don’t have the choice to fix yourself anymore.
It doesn’t help that the rain began.
The rain pouring mercilessly on him is not helping his situation. If he doesn’t get up, he’ll either choke on the flowers or drown—and both scenarios do not look pretty. He wants to save himself; his body, however, is already giving up.
Oh god Kim Taehyung, you cannot go like this, he thinks, Not like a helpless child lost in the woods.
On his back, the photographer continues to vomit non-stop. Since he can’t let it out properly, the petals are stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to breath. In all the years he has the disease, this is different; this is way worse.
This feels like the end.
Finally, Taehyung gives up. He just lies there and allows the rain and his infection to eat him alive.
He closes his eyes.
So this is how he dies: under the soaking rain, in pain, and still in love with Park Jimin.
A part of him wants to resent Jimin till his last breath. He wants to blame the model for everything: for inflicting this infection, for taking him for granted, for leading him on and for not returning the affection he so desired. But he knows that Jimin isn’t to blame and neither is he.
They are just victims of life, with Taehyung getting the worst end of the stick.
As he lies there, continuously coughing and waiting for death, he sees faint memories from his life: his mother, his friends, Jungkook, Yoongi, his photos and most importantly, his Jimin.
He will always be Park Jimin’s.
I love you, Jimin-ah.
“Taehyung-ah!”
Ah...I can still hear him.
He loves that Jimin’s voice is the last one he’ll hear before his goodbyes.
“TAEHYUNG-AH! NO, OH MY GOD!”
A strong force pulls him up from where he was lying. In an instant, he feels warmth, albeit the cold of the rain still reigns supreme. His face crashes a soft yet tough surface; he can smell the scent of sunflowers and cologne.
“Taehyung? Oh my god. Taehyungie! Talk to me, please!”
The dazed photographer realizes that he’s hearing Jimin live and in person. Through his blurred vision, he can make the model’s perfect features out: straight nose, plump lips, and eyes burning like fire. A second later, he learns that Jimin’s arms are the sources of warmth.
“J...Jimin-ah...” he stammers.
“Oh my god, Tae Tae,” cries Jimin, wrapping one arm around his head, “Oh my god, we have to get you to a hospital—“
His voice is cut by Taehyung’s loud coughing, more petals and blood spilling from his mouth on Jimin’s shirt. Taehyung grasps Jimin for support as he heaves more sunflower petals out of his system, with each vomit becoming more painful.
“We...we can’t go to the hospital.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I can’t let you die here—“
“No...just...stay with me—“
“Taehyung-ah—!”
He can feel the stems of the sunflower scratching his insides, like a knife cutting through paper. He wants to die now; he wants it all to end. He has seen Jimin’s face—he can go now.
“You can’t die on me, Tae,” says Jimin, choking on tears, “No...not like this. This is my entire fucking fault.”
Taehyung tries to talk, but the petals block his airways. He chokes on them, vomits them out, and feels the rusty taste of his own blood. He wants to tell Jimin how much he loves him and how it’s not his fault—it was never his fault. But the coughing just won’t stop.
If anything, it’s louder.
He leans on Jimin for support instead. Jimin, on the other hand, can only hold on to him under the pouring rain. He listens to Jimin’s steady heartbeat, which perfectly complements with the pouring rain.
His best friend begins to hum.
At first, it’s a nameless tune that weak Taehyung could not figure out. But as his best friend’s hum increases in volume and starts singing the words, he recognizes it.
Close your eyes and listen carefully to my story
Before my story ends, you will dream
Little star tonight
All night, I will watch over you
When they were younger, a friend randomly asked Jimin about a song that reminded him of Taehyung. Without batting an eyelash, he answered Little Star by Standing Egg.
The exact song he’s singing to Taehyung right now.
When I first met you, it was truly eye-blinding
When I first saw your smile, I felt like I had the whole world
Little star tonight
All night, I will watch over you
He feels Jimin’s short yet slender fingers caress his blood-stained face as he sings beautifully despite his tears.
When I see you fast asleep in my arms
I can’t take my eyes off you for a second
You’re so pretty – I feel like my breath will stop
How can I fall asleep?
Staring up at Jimin’s beautiful face, Taehyung wonders of the same thing: how can he sleep forever when he can’t take his eyes off the model?
My love, my everything, my angel from heaven
My two eyes, my world – you stole them all
Little star tonight
All night, I will watch over you
He wants to listen to Jimin sing forever, but his strangled cough disrupts the song. Taehyung throws up again, stronger in force. His throat is already too numb from the pain; he can’t stop the coughing.
The non-stop vomiting continues for a gruelling minute. Taehyung is already dead to the world; he couldn’t hear Jimin’s strangled cries or his horrifying vomiting. All he knows is that it will be over soon and just like labor, these birthing pains will pass.
The final stretch is the longest Taehyung has ever had the misfortune to experience.
Unlike the previous hanahaki episodes, this one is more strenuous and painful—almost as if his body is forcing him to throw his insides out. He has to hold tightly on to Jimin to support himself. He tries to stand up, but the infection knocks him out again.
“Taehyung-ah!”
Then it happens.
The most painful vomiting episode creeps on Taehyung like the plague. His fingers dig the ground as he coughs out more petals, blood and what seems like a dead stem—a long one. He coughs again and sees another long stem and some roots.
With a deep breath, Taehyung throws up with all his might and passes out momentarily.
Is this what death feels like?
The rain has stopped. Everything is calm. He can hear birds singing.
If this is death, he’d happily accept it.
“Tae Tae?”
Are his ears deceiving him or does his version of heaven still have Jimin in it?
He opens his eyes.
The sky is still dark, but the rain is no more. He sees clouds hovering above and sunflowers still surrounding him. He feels the soil under his nails.
It takes a while before he sees Jimin’s tear-stained face staring above him.
Really? Even in heaven, you’re still here?
The model touches his cheeks.
“Taehyungie, are you...awake?”
The warmth from Jimin’s fingertips causes Taehyung to doubt his death. If he is truly dead, is he supposed to feel? Should he still see the storm cloud-riddled sky?
But if he’s not dead, then why does he feel... lighter?
“Taehyung...say something. Please.”
His chest still stings, but there is an odd feeling—it is neither pleasurable nor painful. Unlike the hours before, he can also breathe better (albeit it’s still a little labored). The most surprising of them all is that he can see Jimin in clear definition.
“Tae?”
He takes another deep breath.
“Ji...Jiminnie...”
The model extends a hand and helps him sit up. Taehyung flinches from the pain, but unlike before—it’s not too much. His back is sore from the ground and his chest still stings. It does, however, feel hollow and empty.
What is going on?
Jimin rests Taehyung’s back against him, still talking. Taehyung cannot make out his words; he’s too entranced with the hollowness of his chest. His hands rub the surface and touch his scar.
He is still surrounded by the field’s sunflowers. The petals that came from him are still scattered on the ground—drenched in blood and saliva. Small piles are lumped here and there, but he notices something different with one of the piles.
It comes with long broken stems and…roots.
Is it gone?
Did he just throw up the entire flower? Because if he did, then his emotions should be gone, as well.
“Taehyung?”
He remembers that Jimin is just behind him. Taehyung glances at the sound of his best friend’s voice; he turns around and sees that Jimin’s face is just a few inches away.
“Taehyung-ah?” he repeats, “How do you feel?”
Hearing Jimin’s voice causes his heart to skip a beat. Warmth floods in his system—a familiar type of warmth minus the stems stabbing his lungs or petals jabbing his windpipe.
It could only mean one thing.
His eyes tear up.
“Taehyungie, what’s wrong?” asks a frantic Jimin, “Does it hurt? We should get you to a doctor quick.”
“I…I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“What? Why not?”
The photographer can only stare at the dead roots and stems sitting in front of him. It takes a moment before Jimin follows the suit, eyeing the pile.
“Oh god…is that the entire flower?” he asks in horror.
“I threw it up.”
Jimin’s face transforms from fear to sudden uncertainty. “What does it mean?” he asks, “Are you…all better now? Are you healed?” his voice breaks, “Do you…still feel anything?”
“Nothing.”
The model’s eyes shift with unease, but he forces a small smile on his face. “I’m…I’m glad, Tae,” he says in a shaky voice, “I’m happy that…you’re okay.”
Of course Taehyung is okay. Given that he’s still a bit sore, but he is grateful for three things: 1) the flower is gone, 2) he still loves Jimin and 3) he is most certain of something he never thought would happen. How else would he be okay?
“Jiminnie?”
“Yeah?”
He reaches out for his best friend’s face, enclosing each side in his big yet very cold hands. Taehyung stares at those beautiful eyes and sees that there’s something new. Something that wasn’t there before burns wildly in Jimin’s eyes.
Love.
Real love.
Jimin gets the message. Their faces are so close, Taehyung can already count the lashes on Jimin’s eyes—eyes so deep he can drown in them. The older 95 liner caresses his face before closing his eyes and diving in for a kiss.
Taehyung has dreamed of this day since he first realized his feelings for the model. His lips savor the sweetness of Jimin’s kiss, memorizing every move and every little detail: the curve of his lips, the cupid’s bow, the soft feel of it all.
It started out a simple yet hard touch of lips. Eventually, Taehyung feels Jimin’s searching his further with emotions the former never thought the latter had: hunger, longing, and desperation. The model’s hold around his waist tightens as he pulls him closer, closing all gaps between them.
A couple of light years later, they break apart.
The photographer is catching his breath whilst he is stuck in his dizziest daydreams. Did that just really happened? Is he dreaming? Because if he is, then he hopes he never wakes up again.
But he still has questions.
“How...how?” is all he can ask.
Jimin chuckles and lightly bops his nose.
“Isn’t the answer obvious yet, Tae?”
“But...I saw you with that girl,” continues Taehyung, “Your ex-girlfriend. She dropped by to see you and she said that you still loved her. You were wearing her stuff and everything. You even kissed her.”
The accusation wipes the smile off the model’s face. For a second, Taehyung fears his infection will return.
“I thought I was in love with her, Taehyungie,” begins Jimin, “When we broke up, it was painful and the days that followed saw me pretending to be okay but actually dying inside. I thought she was my world and everything.” He then gazes at the photographer intently. “But when I look back, I was just broken because we had a relationship.”
“That’s why I came back home,” he continues, “I wanted to be complete again. Part of me insisted that she was the answer, but when I saw you—I kind of doubted that.”
He helps Taehyung sit up so that they are face to face.
“Did you take care of me because you had to?”
“At first, yeah. I fucked you over one too many times and I was supposed to be your best friend,” admits Jimin, “But...I dunno...as the days went by, I thought the pain I felt was because of guilt. Eventually, I realized that it’s not just because of that.” He holds Taehyung’s hands. “I couldn’t bear the idea of you being gone from my life.” He caresses Tae’s face. “When I was talking to her and she kissed me, all I could see was your face and that I’ve been an idiot all this time.”
“I heard you vomit before you ran. I saw the pile of petals behind the bush and the trail that followed. I knew I had to find you...and that’s when I ran after you.”
Jimin draws closer again and stares at Taehyung’s big eyes.
“I’m sorry Tae; I’m sorry it took years,” he says, “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I was stupid. But I’m here now.” He clears his throat. “Let me make it up to you.”
“How?”
Jimin gently pulls Taehyung by the neck so that their foreheads touched.
“You’ve loved me for a long as I can remember,” he says, “Now, let me love you more.”
Taehyung wakes up with a start.
In the middle of the dark, he feels a sudden tingling in his chest—a small sting. It’s not too painful, but it’s not pleasant either. For a second, he worries that the sunflower is still inside of him and is slowly constricting his heart.
A sigh breaks his thoughts.
The photographer adjusts his sight and realizes that Jimin’s small fingers are tracing the scars on his bare chest. His soft skin running through the rough edges of the scar results in the sensation he feels. His head is still resting on Tae’s chest.
Jimin notices that his stare.
“Oh...did I wake you up?” he asks, “Does anything hurt?”
“Not really,” replies Taehyung, “I just felt you touching my scar.”
“Sorry!”
“No, it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Are you sure?” asks Jimin, getting up, “I could get you something—“
Taehyung chuckles when he pulls Jimin back in his arms.
“No, just stay with me,” he says, “That should be enough.”
It’s hard to imagine that just this morning Taehyung was taking a stroll and wondering about Jimin’s intentions. He never thought that come night time, he’d share the same bed with the object of his affection—free from infection and madly in love.
Tomorrow, he’s still going to see the doctor, but it’s just for a check-up. Judging from the way he breathes freely, he is sure that the sunflower is dead and gone.
His big hands wander around Jimin’s soft skin; a small ray of light from his window lights up the beautiful figure of his best friend. Taehyung can’t still wrap his head around the fact that he kissed Jimin all over, one too many times. He can still hear Jimin moaning his name, his hands digging on Taehyung’s skin, and his voice just saying “I love you” over and over again.
This moment was always a pipe dream for the photographer.
He can’t believe it happened.
“Tae?”
“Hmm?”
Jimin’s fingers are tracing circles on his bare chest. The model looks up at him and gazes intently at him.
“I just want you to know...that I really love you,” he says.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you saw me naked.”
The smaller boy gently smacks his shoulder. “It’s not that, you idiot,” he remarks.
“I know, but it’s just...I’m having a hard time believing that you actually do.”
“Was I really that bad?”
“It’s not your fault.”
Jimin sighs. “I wished I loved you earlier,” he says wistfully, “Then you wouldn’t have gotten sick.”
“Hey, hey,” calls out Taehyung, pulling Jimin closer to him, “You’re here now and you still saved my life. That’s what matters.”
“So you’ll believe me when I say that I love you?”
The light from the street lamp outside illuminates Jimin in all the right places. Even in the dark, he still looks beautiful. But there’s more to his physical image that attracts Kim Taehyung out of his wits. He plants a kiss on the model’s head.
“It will take some time, but as long as you say it...I’ll believe it.”
Tomorrow will see Taehyung and Jimin beginning the unknown together. Two years into the future, Jimin will get down on one knee and ask the photographer to spend his life with him forever. Two more years later, they will welcome an adopted son; later on, a daughter. And life will go on for them.
All the while, Jimin will continue to say “I love you,” which still leaves Taehyung in disbelief. His scars will tingle and he’ll think of the sunflower now and then. Eventually, he will get used to it; he will believe that Jimin loves him with all his heart.
And every day, Taehyung will be grateful to the heavens that he is in love with Park Jimin—a man so gorgeous inside and out.
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And I'm so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You're gorgeous