i love jin in this story so much and he hasn't been in it enough so who better to dedicate an epilogue to, hm?
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epilogue
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Jin was not in a good mood the next morning.
Work had been crazy, and he'd been pulling extra shifts virtually nonstop to get through the piles of work that seemed to be drowning his desk out in paper. He hadn't slept well, either - since he'd spent the night with-
Well. He didn't want to think about that. The point was, all of a sudden his own bed, which had been perfectly fine up until two nights ago, was now far too cold and lonely for his liking.
And to top it all off, judging by the faraway, dreamlike look on his younger brothers' face when he emerged from his bedroom mid-morning, it seemed he had finally sealed the deal with you last night.
You - a woman he had tried his very best to hate, but couldn't help begrudgingly liking anyway.
He hated it when that happened.
"Really?" Jin groaned now, seeing the huge smile on Taehyung's face as he came to join him in the kitchen, clearly having left you asleep in his bed. "Is that really the face you're going to make every time you and your girlfriend go babymaking in the middle of the night?"
Taehyung just shrugged knowingly, a pink flush painted on his face as he adjusted his glasses awkwardly, reaching to fill the kettle. "Don't know what you're talking about."
It struck Jin that something was different about his brother. He seemed more at ease, more relaxed. He smiled way more than he had all year.
It was for this reason, Jin suspected, that he had failed to dislike you as much as he wanted to. No matter what his reservations were about you, even he couldn't deny that you made Taehyung inordinately happy. And not just that - you made him seem like himself again. The confident, creative, sensitive younger brother Jin feared was gone forever had slowly returned over the last few weeks.
As happy as this made him, he wondered if he would ever meet someone who made him feel that way, too.
Images of Namjoon rose unbidden in his memory, and he fought hard to push it down, swallowing down another glug of coffee as if it would wash them away. But the rich scent just reminded him of the handsome barista, with eyes like caramel and a laugh that stitched Jin's soul back together, and - oh, god, now he was just thinking about Namjoon laughing.
