Life Goes On [BTS X ARMY]

Epilogue

Thirty years later:

"Dear Yoongi,

How have you been? How are things up there? Is the heaven as bright abd glittery as they say? Do the tress bear fruit juicy enough to make one lost their minds? That would be hilarious.

How are you? Do you miss me? Do you miss your family? Cause I miss you a lot. I miss you all a lot. Namjoon. SeokJin. Hoseok. Jimin. Taehyung. Jungkook. You. Grandma. All of you."

Shortly after the funeral of Jeon Jungkook, a lot of things had happened. Grandma, who's condition had worsened, had been shifted to ICU and had remained in life support for quite some time. So busy with everything happening, I had completely forgotten about the other grandparent that I still had. Grandpa Yoongi. And it remained that way until it no longer could.

Cause two weeks later, Kim Yoonah, the celebrated hero of the nation, my grandmother, the one who started this chain of events, finally passed away.

And a day after her death, so did Min Yoongi.

The historical friendship had finally come to an end, as every single member from the legendary boy band had found their new homes six feet under the ground, their stories still being told in schools for children to be inspired, and the music still being tuned in radios to get through a bitter day. At long last, the legend of BTS had become a legend in time, leaving their legacy behind to the offsprings.

It's been thirty years and now, the world has moved on to a phase where the name BTS is just but a legend lost in time. Just a fragment of some of our memories. And here I am, sitting at a beach, watching as the hour for the sun to set draws near as I scribble down my first, and probably the last letter I shall write to my grandfather, to tell him things I never could.

"Do you miss Sojoon? You don't have to, for I take good care of him, and he of mine. He turned out to be the perfect grandson you always wanted him to be. And don't worry, he doesn't treat me any less than a princess. ;p

And perhaps you already know this, but I wish to tell this to you myself. You are a great grandfather now. You have little Sojoon's and little Yeh Suh's who aren't very little anymore, but who I know you'd have adored without a doubt.

Like you did to me."

"Mom, the sun's going to set. You are gonna stay here or you're gonna join us? Dad was creating a snow castle and now he's complaining his back hurts."

"That's your second great grandchild, grandpa. Min Sol. Sometimes her temperament reminds me of you."

"I'm coming dove." I reply to her with a smile, shielding the paper from her view. "You go on ahead. I'll be there shortly."

Sol sighs before sprinting back to her father and two siblings, who massage their old father's back while he grunts. I chuckle despite myself, turning back to the letter in my hand.

"Our family is blossoming beautifully, so you need not worry about anything anymore.

None of it was a dream, rest assured. We made it out of that crashing plane. We survived, and now we have families. All of us.

Our legacies live on."

As I put my thoughts into ink, the smile slowly drops from my face and I lift my head up to stare around me, around the place I'm in, the people surrounding me, and it takes me a while to regain my bearings.

I don't know any of them.

Other than my husband and children here, I know none of them. They are all strangers. Because they people I know, they people I once knew, are long dead. Gone. Just like that.