Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

epilogue

Yoongi sat alone on the balcony, listening to the sounds of the television, the words incoherent to him but he liked the background noise. It reminded him he wasn't alone, and somebody else was there with him.

The rocking chair creaked as he rocked back and forth, the noise reminded him of a farmhouse for some reason. A distant dream or a wish he would one day become true but for now, he had everything he wanted.

Yoongi stood up when he heard the channel change, curious at the sudden interest in something new. His housemate always watched the same channel, they never wanted to watch anything else.

Slowly, he entered the home he shared with the person he loved.

"10 year anniversary of mass kidnappings around South Korea, detectives came to the conclusion that they're are all connected, however, no leads have come up in the last five years. Sadly, another cold case - in other news," the TV muted, Jimin looking up in surprise at Yoongi.

"We can't go back, you know that, we're not those kids anymore."

Jimin looked back at the television, reading Project Phoenix on the news report.

Yoongi, without realizing the real world was bleeding into his dreamland, didn't know he was asleep nor living in a world he created with a dream Jimin.

He couldn't tell Jimin wasn't real, but somewhere deep down a dull sound in his heart tried desperately to remind him he was still asleep.

For now, he rests.