[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

Epilogue

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JIMIN

The front door slams open, and I nearly drop the spatula in my hand. Before I can turn around, three familiar voices fill the house—one cursing under his breath, one hissing in pain, and the other sniffling.

"Fucking hell, Saejin!"

"Woojin, language!" I snap without even turning around.

"Shit, sorry—"

"Woojin."

"...I mean—uh, dang it?"

I exhale sharply, gripping the counter for patience before finally turning to face the scene.

I don't know what I was expecting when I turned, but it sure wasn't this.

Woojin, our eldest by a few minutes, is covered in bruises, his knuckles split open, his uniform disheveled like he's been through hell and back. Meanwhile, Saejin, his twin, looks far too shaken, his backpack slipping off his shoulder as he hovers protectively next to their baby sister, Hana. She looks just as rattled, clutching the front of Saejin's shirt like she's trying to make herself smaller. Her big eyes dart between Woojin and Saejin, anxious, lips pressed into a thin line.

Jungkook, who had been lying on the couch watching something on his phone, immediately sits up. His gaze sharpens, sweeping over them with a mixture of concern and silent fury.

"What the hell happened?" His voice is eerily calm, which is never a good sign. 

"Nothing happened," Woojin growls, jaw tight.

"Hyung, manner, please." Saejin sighs. "That's daddy."

Hana sniffles, drawing my attention to the way she's practically hiding behind her brothers. My stomach clenches at the sight. I set the spatula down and stride over, crouching slightly to meet her eyes.

"Princess, what's wrong?" I ask softly.

She looks up at me, her bottom lip trembling. "It wasn't me," she says quickly, as if clarifying that she's not the reason her brothers look like this. "It was—"

"She doesn't need to say anything," Woojin interrupts, jaw clenched so tight it looks painful. "I already handled it."

I snap my gaze to him. "Handled what, exactly?"

 "Alright," Jungkook says, his voice controlled but firm. "Someone start explaining."

"I said, nothing happened, daddy," Woojin mutters, jaw tight.

"Nothing?!" Saejin suddenly snaps, throwing his arms out. "You lost your goddamn mind, Woojin!"

"I fucking—"

"Twins."

"Sorry! But seriously, Woojin—"

"They were talking shit about you!" Woojin cuts him off, voice rising with frustration. "Again! And what did you do? Nothing!"

Saejin lets out an exasperated groan, rubbing his face. "Because it's not worth it, you idiot! Fighting doesn't fix anything—"

Woojin scoffs. "Right, because just standing there and taking it is so much better?"

"Woojin," Jungkook interjects, his tone warning. "Sit down. Now."

Woojin doesn't move. Instead, his jaw clenches, his entire body vibrating with restrained rage.