ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ

~13. The facility and grey uniform

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

Iseul.

That was the name that they had decided for the baby boy. Iseul was three weeks old now. As Rosenow was healed to a great extent, Jimin was preparing to resume work.

He had long since decided to take care of the management of his own small hospital and his art gallery. The hospital was now functioning well, but the art gallery needed his attention. As he walked out into the resort-like backyard of his bungalow in a black suit, he oddly felt upbeat in the bright sunlight.

Since the burning dedication to finding Jungkook came to him as an epiphany, he worked constantly on the same, unable to find peace during the day or sleep at night, but today was different.

He had thrown a small party for just the family to celebrate his baby boy's life. Rose's family was present, but his brother and father couldn't make it. He knew that Jihyun would never want to be a part of any social event, but he still couldn't get himself from inviting him.

His five plus one bedroom and ten washrooms containing house was smiling at him. The top-of-the-line finishes throughout it made Jimin proud of himself as he gawked at it from the backyard. He had sacrificed his passion and became a doctor, but in the end, he did well with his life, and now that his son was here, he thought it was a decision worth making.

His brother-in-law was by the door. When Jimin noticed him staring, he raised his chin at him.

The man chuckled and started walking towards him. Jimin composed himself. It was never a good talk with Rosenow's brother. "Alex," he ventured. "I hope you liked the food."

"Don't you have anything else to say to me?" Alex was grinning.

Jimin only ignored his remark. "Hope to see you again."

"Aw man," Alex chimed when Jimin began to move. "We both know that's not true."

"But here we are," Jimin stopped and gestured around him. "Bound by family."

"My nephew is important to me," Alex's grin dropped. "I am not going to disappoint him."

"Good to know," Jimin inched a little and patted Alex's shoulder. "Can I leave my responsibility to you temporarily? I have somewhere to go to for a while."

Alex nodded. Their gazes traveled to the second story of the house to see Rosenow by the window, carrying Iseul, worry etched on her face.

Jimin smiled at her before he turned around and trodded to his black car in the driveway.

As he drove out of the neighborhood, finding his way on the highway briefly, he couldn't stop wondering. He loved his family, but being on his own after weeks felt freeing, especially because he constantly felt like he was cheating on his wife when his mind was occupied with the thoughts of Jungkook. Now that he was alone, his mind was still occupied, but the self-derogatory feeling was gone.

How the tables had turned. Nine years ago, he saw him first at Fehrman Island. For three years, Jungkook did everything to give him hints, tried to convince him, and expressed to him, but he was never so obsessed with him as he was now, which was strange, because he hadn't seen him in the last six years.

It was after the last year of his university when he got married. Jungkook had only finished his third by year then. The boy disappeared after that and Jimin went on to do his two years of MS in his father-in-law's medical school.