Heal me // A Jikook Trilogy //

《45》Reunion

I was the last to arrive.
It was because I had stupidly left the burner phone on silent and saw the message way too late.

My heart was beating violently in my chest, my breathing irregular while my stomach continued to make loops.

Finally.
It felt like a lifetime ago since I entered the Junkyard.
My home.
The place where I was truly happy.

The moment I exited the tunnel, I found all six of them under the Canopy.
Waiting.
For me.

There was Namjoon, clear eyes, tall and standing with his feet apart- a leaders stance.

To his left was Jin, not a single scratch on his handsome face, the purple in hair gone, replace by the soft dark brown colour of his real hair.
It suited him just as well.

And then, side by side, Yoongi and Hoseok.
Both waving at me, looking healthy and awake.
Yoongi had changed his hair since the last time I saw him, which had been too long.
No longer green, but a dark grey mixed with silver strands.
It made him look more savage, yet that smile was still and always would, remind me of a kitten.

Tae, standing next to him, smiled my way, and it was a sight I so dearly missed.
The way his charming, boxy smile lit up his eyes, made him look younger and so adorably cute.

I was already halfway there, my steps hurried and impatient when I locked eyes with him.
Jimin.

It hit me like a brick wall then.
The intensity with which I missed him.
It made me stop in my tracks, staring.

That's all I could do for a moment.
It seemed unreal.

He'd changed his hair color.
That was the most obvious change.
It was darker, no longer white but a glowing, dark silver.

Fuck.
He was really trying to kill me.
He was so fucking pretty.
How could anyone be so damn beautiful?

And those lips, full and soft, parted now as he stared at me, his eyes wide like he too, was caught in the feeling of how surreal it was to finally see me after all this time.
We had never been parted for this long.

It was no other than Yoongi who gave Jimin a little push, causing the smaller to stumble forward.
But the movement ripped Jimin out of his state.

And even from the distance, I could hear it.
The little whimper of utter relieve, of overpowering emotions before he jerked into motion.

Came running my way, his eyes watering the closer he drew.
It hit me again.

He was here.
I was here.
I could touch him, hug him, see his expression to my actions and words.

I let out a sound too.
One I had never made, before I raced his way too.
Couldn't stop the tremble going through my entire body or hold in the tears of absolute, overwhelming relieve.

And then we crashed together.
My arms came around his body like that was the only reason I had arms, crushing him to my body.
The breath flew out of me, both from the impact and the first touch of our bodies.

Jimin made a sound close to a sob as he buried his head in my neck, his leg coming around my waist so his entire body was pressed against mine.
I sank to the floor.

Not because he was heavy, but because my leg felt as weak as rubber.
And then I could do nothing but let the tears flow, hold the boy I loved close to my body as he sobbed in my arms, his body shaking with them.
And here was the proof.

That Jimin needed me just as much as I needed him.
I had doubted it, only because the ferocity with which I needed him in my life was incomparable to anything else.
But here he was, crying in my arms, hugging me like his life depended on it.