Love Is Bound ‖ ✓

epilogue

'The light we lost'

Those were the only words that sighed through everyone's lips for the past seven months. It is doing tremendously good. Just the opening song of the anime series is enough to drive the mob crazy.

Young to old; everyone vibes to it. Regardless the background music or the title track. Street performers in every corner of the world did not wrap their performances without playing a track from 'the light we lost'.

Y/n is more happy with her achievement. More, cause she gets to make music with Jimin sometimes. Yes, Jimin took the risk, daring to chase after music. He reviewed music courses online and with professional help, he acquired a certificate in less than just two months. Jimin was a naturally gifted musician and he was thankful for it.

Well, his degree in theatricals was not wholly a waste. He put it into use and became a star performer. On stage, it is a millenium, with stadium overflowing with music enthusiasts. Both Jimin and y/n work hard on the projects they are assigned together.

"Yes Mrs Choi. Oh god, fine. Mom, happy now? Thank you so much. Okay okay, bye!" Jimin hastily hangs up on the call. He chuckles to himself. In these few months he understood where all of y/n's cuteness came from— her mother, and she is wholly to be blamed to impregnate rather shyness in him.

Y/n's mom keeps nagging Jimin to "practice" what happens after marriage and that he has all her permissions, if not y/n's. Yes, the couple still does not engage in sexual activities which resulted in very intense make out sessions every chance they get, almost irresistible. But whenever the things were about to slip out of hand, Jimin would pull away, not necessarily willing to.

"It was mom, wasn't it?" Jimin swivels his head on hearing the door open. "Yeah", they both chuckle, not even surprised by the odd timings her mother chose to talk secretly to Jimin. "What did she say this time, at— oh, 3 am?" Y/n places the two cups of coffee aside, staring at the screen— the song they will to release tomorrow.

Jimin visibly gulps at the question. "Um, she congratulated us beforehand." He giggles, also kind of proud for not stuttering while lying so fluently. "Chim, I'm so happy to collaborate with you, on this song." Y/n throws herself on him, wheels of the chair rolling back to meet the wall.

Wrapping her arms around him, kissing those plump lips till she got bored of them, which will be— never. Jimin smiles against her lips. "Me too, bun." He brings his hands up her tiny waist underneath her shirt, caressing the baby fat around her flat stomach.

Y/n tilts her head, getting a better, deeper access. She started kissing his jaw, descending down to his neck, undoing the buttons of his black silk shirt.  Leaving fresh marks on his chest. "Y/n– sweetheart, if you do anything further, I don't think I'll be able to control." He chuckles.

"I want you to lose control..." Y/n breathes against his lips, taking Jimin by surprise. He definitely did not see that coming, not once. "What?"

"Make love to me." Y/n bats her eyelashes innocently, hooded intentions hidden beneath it. "Ok that's it. We're leaving!" Jimin hops onto his feet, dragging y/n out of studio.

Of course, they would not want to spend too much love on their unreleased track. (💀)

Jimin drives fast to their new home in the Land of the Rising Sun. Picking up some "necessities" on their way back. All this time y/n was not ready and obviously, Jimin would not go around carrying condoms.

Soon they arrive home. The same thick atmosphere layered as they enter the front door. "Are you sure, love? I don't want to push you." Jimin asks, his thumbs caressing the brunette's waist. "Just take me alright."