My alpha | Yoonmin

Epilogue

There are a shit ton of people reading and voting today and my notifs are blowing up. One second I cleared all my notifications and a minute later 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 NOTIFICATIONS FROM WATTPAD

I WAS WATCHING AS THE NUMBER JUST KEPT SHOOTING UP AND UP AND IT JUST--

LIKE DAYUM BRO WTF?

I ended up rewriting this over and over because I was so unsatisfied with it, so I really hope this doesn't disappoint...

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Whenever we'd returned home from our honeymoon, it wasn't to the old suite. Not to Yoongi's old living room, not to Yoongi's old kitchen, not to Yoongi's old bathroom or even bedroom.

No.

Whenever we returned home, it was to our new living room. Our new kitchen. Our new bathroom. Our new bedroom.

The moment that we walked into the new house, a cute little house just outside of the city, even with the lack of decorations and everything that truly made a house into a home, it still held a sort of atmosphere that made this feel permanent. Like I could happily see myself in a good fifty to sixty years, rocking in chairs on the porch with Yoongi while our grandchildren ran around and played in the yard.

It felt like that.

A little smile appeared on my face as I carried in Jeonghoon, the little pup cuddling with me quietly as I curiously explored the new house. Yoongi was carrying the last of our stuff in, all smaller things like clothes and basic necessities. Finally, we would be living in a new home of our own.

Emphasis on our.

"Honey, you know this means that you can't pull the 'it's my-' card anymore, right?" I called out with a smile as I ran my fingers gently over Yoongi's old brown wooden grand piano's silent keys nostalgically, like I hadn't seen the old piano a month ago.

"Yes, babe. I know." Yoongi responded as he walked into the living room, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pecking me on the cheek lovingly before he looked over my shoulder down at the grand piano. His long, veiny fingers slowly moved down to touch the keys, running his fingers over the dusty tops of them before he gently pressed down on one of the keys.

A note played, a quiet little high note that showed that even after all these years that Yoongi must have had it, it still was kicking. A small smile appeared on both of our faces momentarily, but a soft cry from Jeonghoon interrupted the moment. Letting out a little sigh, I gave Yoongi kiss on the lips before I mumbled, "I'll go put him to bed."

He nodded, kissing me back before he let go of my waist. I retreated to Jeonghoon's room and after spending a good thirty minutes inside giving him a bottle and preparing him for a long nap, I finally managed to get the pup to sleep.

Whenever I returned to the living room, I found Yoongi sitting at his piano softly playing a song. I smiled whenever I heard the quiet melody fill the room, walking over to my husband and wrapping my arms around him. He smiled, a little laugh escaping his lips as he continued to play. I giggled quietly, kissing his temple before I let go of him and sat down beside him.

Whenever he was finished playing the song, he turned and kissed my cheek. I purred, leaning in to my mate's touch. "Are you going to keep playing?" I mumbled curiously, looking up at him with a little smile. "I want to hear you play another song."

"Nah. I haven't played in a pretty long time. I'd like to get outside and do some more before my time off of house arrest ends. If that's alright with you, love?"