Love of a Criminal....... [ Taekook FF ]

[ EPILOGUE ]

A year later........

Months spend for everyone to finally move on from taehyung's death.

Joon-Jae wasn't a mafia leader now. He and yoongi surrender himself together infront of police.

But due to lack of evidence, they didn't got prisoned because taehyung take every allegations on himself.

But their illegal work was seized by government.

Now they live a simple life in their hometown.

Joon-Jae become a family man, and taking care of his son and son-in-law by earning through right sources.

And about, Deok wan, he was also quit his post of DCP, because that post are no more his source of pride after he saw his son-in-law's death.

He is now devoted his all time in his baby's care. He is very happy with this simple life, without any tension of anything.

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Somewhere in Seoul.......

Jungkook was sleeping on his comfy king sized bed, of their Kim house.

Good morning beautiful....

A peck on his lips makes him wake up suddenly.

His eyes open fully. He try to find the source of sound, but at the end he find himself alone in his room.

His eyes fills in tears due to again assuming that taehyung was near him.

It's being totally a year, since taehyung leave this world and him.

Still, he somewhere feel taehyung's presence near him always.

His morning started with such sweet good mornings of taehyung, and night ends with same affectionate good night.

He always feel like taehyung never disappeared from his life actually.

His such images always follows him everywhere.

Whenever he was confused about something, and need someone's help, always taehyung's imaginary voice helps him.

He sometimes find himself in a romantic phase with taehyung's imagination.

Don't assume that, he is going insane by taehyung's death.

It it their undying love which still connect them after taehyung's death.

" Papa ! Papa ! " Loud banging on his door heard by him.

" Aish this little bear " he chuckled due to assuming, someone really close to him.

He side his blanket from his body, and went to open the door.

" Good morning my princess " he pick, a three years fluff ball from his door and again came to his room.

" Morning papa " with a cute pout adorning her face, she wished her papa.