Save Me || Book 1 ✅

Epilogue - A Man Who Can Take On The World

It had been a long-arse day, dragging massively as Yoongi lugged himself towards his own little house, more than ready to call it a night. His room was dark, only the last remaining dim sunlight shining through the tattered curtain covering the little, glassless, window to guide him towards his empty bed. Lonely, but nothing unusual about it.

"Goodnight, my beautiful boy," Yoongi whispered to himself as soon as his head hit his pillow, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he held his necklace in his hand and let his eyes close for an answer. The long day of looking after his little girl had been tiring, and now all the man needed was the voice of his husband.

"I'm twenty, Yoonie," The voice he had so badly been longing to hear, came and he felt tears sting his eyes all over again. "You have got to stop calling me boy."

"You'll always be my beautiful boy," Yoongi shook his head, keeping his eyes tight as he felt the voice drift around the room, almost like a soft summer breeze. "Come, lay with me, yeobo."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" The voice scoffed, mocked, in the most loving way that Yoongi couldn't even bring himself to be offended. "If it's a cuddle you want, my darling, you're going to have to get up close and personal with that brain of yours."  

"I miss you, Jiminie," Yoongi sighed, chuckling lightly at the sassy words but the soft reminder that this was all in his head being too much, yet again. Holding his hands over his face and taking a deep breath, he composed himself as much as he could, though it wasn't that much. "I miss you so much!" 

"No, you don't, babe" A soft giggle rang out and the man could have sworn he felt his husband sitting right next to him on the bed. All he wanted to do was reach out, pull him into his arms and hold him close, but he knew there was nothing there to hold onto. "You're thriving, Yoongi. Just like you promised, you're surviving. You've got your hands full, with being a full-time parent for Nayeonah now, congratulations! Didn't I tell you that you'd make a good dad? ...You don't miss me, Yeobo. That's why these conversations are only happening once a week, now. Isn't it amazing how much you can do when you aren't spending all your time worrying?"

"I always worry about you," Yoongi sniffed back his tears, though he kept his eyes closed. He wasn't finished yet, he wasn't done talking, he hadn't had enough time.

"You always worried about me," The voice reminded, hitting the man's heart yet again with the truth. "I'm not here anymore, babe."

"But I still love you, Jiminie. How can I not..."

"I should fucking hope you do!" Yoongi laid his head on his pillow, biting back a laugh as his mind started to argue with him. "Even as a figment of your imagination, I'm still the best you could ever get." 

"Yes, yes, you are," The man scoffed under his breath, letting himself smile into the darkened room. "God, I wish I could see you right now."

"Who says you can't?"

A soft frown formed over the man's smile, the position of the voice changing. Letting his cat-like eyes open, and looking over to the empty side of his bed, Yoongi felt his heart clench as the most beautiful man he had ever seen lay next to him. 

"You are so gorgeous," Yoongi breathed, turning on his side to see the image clearly in the dark. His husband, as perfect as the day he met him, laying down and grinning at him with that smirk that swallowed his gleaming eyes. If only he could just reach over and... "Jimin, I..."

"You're a crazy man, Min Yoongi," Jimin's smile only grew brighter when the man reached his hand out to touch the boy's fluffy hair. "Imagine if Jinnie hyung walked in right now. He'd have them all running around, searching for a straight jacket, you know?"