Smoke Me.

Chapter 67: Red. (The True Ending/ Last Special)

AN: Hi. So, this is the last chapter. I know.. I probably should've emotionally prepared you for this, but I was no prepared for it either. It just happened... you'll see.

But first! I want to thank all the Smokers who have stuck around for 67 chapters! You've read more than 1158 pages. That's the best gift.

You can ask me anything you want and I welcome long rants with open arms. Don't hesitate to share your frustration, if the 'second ending' (how did it get so long? (because I don't know.) was not to your liking. I want to know why. I won't mind. That being said, those who have loved it, I want to know why too. I want to know everything basically. I can't wait.

That being said, I will not start another fanfiction anytime soon. I want to start refocusing on my personal project and that might take a long, long time to finish. Hopefully not as long as this one (she wrote with doubtful hope). This is why I am not making any promises for the future, but either way, I loved writing this story and I do not regret it one bit.

Wish you all the best and, enjoy:

Namjoon's perspective:

The smell coming off Jimin's food was far too pungent. Or maybe it was me.

"Why do you look like a car drove over you?"
I smirked for a moment. A brief moment. Out of shame or nervousness. Mostly frustration.

'It's definitely me.'

"No reason."

"You didn't let me finish. You rolled over in a puddle, tried to get up, but fell back down into the puddle. And then the car drove over you one more time and then you got up after it drove away, and came in here to stare at me."
Picked up the fork and forced it to my lips.

Put it back down and joined my hands. Elbows on the table, head slightly lowered.

"What's wrong?" He asked, continuing to chew between words. "Don't tell me you're sick again."
The same restaurant. The same cold beers. But I was half sober. And less relaxed than the last time we were here.

"I have something to tell you."
"...what?"

I kept choking on the words. Swallowing them down with bitter saliva.

"Namjoon, you're scaring me."

"..."

"What happened?"

The fork made it onto the plate. The juices were dirtying the edges of it. But he did not stop to notice. Bambi kept looking straight at me with two big eyes.

I smiled, overwhelmed, and covered it with the joined hands.

"Is it Jungkook? Did something happen to him? Cause I've already told you that you should've just let him be. I told you that you two are a recipe for disaster. And don't tell me it's not true. Yes, people can change, but until that happens, you have to stay away."

I didn't fight back against that fact. I was far too exhausted.

"You said so yourself." He argued further.

I simply, mildly nodded.

Silence.

"Namjoon, say it already! I'm freaking out..."
He leaned back. Arms extended on each side. Open palms on the wooden table.

I looked at them.

Such tiny, pale fingers.

And yet, when I looked up, all I could see was Taehyung standing behind him with his arms crossed.