Space Voyage | VKOOK by LARRYVGL

Epilogue

✫5 years later✫

"A... space voyage?"
Namjoon looked at the older man sitting across the oak brown table diligently, raising his brow, a certain assertiveness in his tone that people knew to be cautious of. The man across the table smiled uneasily, nodding.

"Yes! An extensive journey across the galaxy. See, ever since those new alien species appeared from eons away, we've grown scared. There's so much of the universe that's still undiscovered! So I talked to my superiors, and we think it's the best fit for someone like you to lead this kind of a mission. You've done it before, no?" The man said, and Namjoon sighed, fixing his suit jacket.

"Eh... probably a few months." The man said, and Namjoon rose his eyebrow again. The man sighed. "Okay, 1 year. It'll be 1 year long, but that's not even that long! Ships go out for years at times!"

"Right, but by the time we're back, many many years would have passed," Namjoon said, and the guy shook his head.

"Only a few! That's why I want you to arrange a team of hard-working young people who aren't scared to venture out for so long. Come on, Mr. Kim. Do it! All the paperwork you surround yourself with must get cumbersome. Don't you want to go back to space?"
Namjoon looked unsure and then stood up, humming.

"I'll be back with my answer shortly," Namjoon said, and then walked out of the room.

Namjoon let out a short breath, walking out of the Galactic Navy headquarters, where he worked. He saw the pink skies overhead and then saw his car drive up, driver waiting for him to get in. Namjoon got into the back of the car and then gave the driver a certain address. Namjoon took his phone out, pressing it against his ear.

"Hello?" Namjoon asked, and then sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm afraid we're going to need your assistance."

✭
The 27-year-old man sat on his couch, seeing the hovering television above him, his dark hair tousled, fingers gripped around the neck of a wine bottle.

"You're drinking."
"Your mom."

"Yoongi that CAN'T be your answer every time I catch you drinking," Hoseok said, walking up to him. Hoseok grabbed the hovering television from above Yoongi and folded it up, chucking it to the side.

The smaller black haired man looked up at his orange haired boyfriend, who still had his bright young eyes and pinchable cheeks. Yoongi sat up, huffing. Hoseok sat down in front of him, cupping his cheeks. "Talk to me, baby. You've been drinking again. That's never a good sign."

"I'm just..." Yoongi mumbled, and then pushed forward, leaning his head on Hoseok's lap, clawing to hold his hand like a cat. "Bored, y'know? Work's been so boring lately. You can only translate another alien species' language so many times before it kills you!" Yoongi said, and Hoseok carded his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, I get it. Work's boring for me too. I designed 18 ship engines over the past 9 weeks, and honestly, they're all the same thing.

I handed 18 same blueprints, and no one knows. Yoongi oh my fucking god I'm going to jail-"

"You're not going to jail for sending in the same 18 blueprints, dummy," Yoongi said, and Hoseok kissed his forehead. "But yeah. Working sucks. Why can't we just like... NOT work and still get money and benefits?? Ugh." Yoongi rolled his eyes, and they both heard the doorbell ring.

Hoseok and Yoongi both looked at the door, not expecting anybody. Both got up and trudged towards the door, and Hoseok opened it, and both him and Yoongi gasped in surprise when they saw Namjoon.

Namjoon grinned. "Say goodbye to your boring old lives," Namjoon smirked. "We're back on board, bitches."

"Feel like that's overly aggressive and insensitive but WHAT?!" Hoseok gasped, and then Namjoon rushed into their house to tell them everything.