𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑𝟎

The last rays of sunlight paint the white walls. An emptiness lingers in the air, but a pile of cardboard boxes await in every corner of the flat.

Jimin bounces, sitted on his luggage. "Why are you not closing? Close!"

"Need help?" Jungkook asks, pocking his head through the door. "I heard you when I went for a glass of water. And I heard you again after coming back from the kitchen, after drinking that glass of water."

Jimin groans. "It's just my luggage—it's not closing!"

Jungkook chuckles, stepping in. "Have you put what you don't need right now in the boxes?"

"Yeah."

"Have you put your essentials in your backpack?"

"I did."

Jungkook leans his hands at the edge of the bed with his eyebrows raised, just a few centimetres away from the half-closed luggage and Jimin. "Where did you put your experimental supplies?"

". . . In my luggage."

A smile spreads across Jungkook's face as he takes a seat. "Why do you want them so bad? Joon told me you told him you got rid of everything involving the Bangtan Boys."

"Why can Hobi keep his gun, but I'm not supposed to keep all my beakers, and potions, and supplements?"

Jungkook fills his cheeks with air. "Good question! You never know when our lives can be at risk again, don't you think? Keeping a gun just in case someone breaks in our new house is a good idea."

"But what about my drugs? They've saved our lives a million times before—I'm not exaggerating."

"Yeah, we know." Jungkook licks his lips, staring at his hands for a moment. "Hey, have you been thinking about what Joon said? What we want to do now that we're free men?"

"I've been thinking about it for the past month—I just don't know what to do with my life. Almost all my life has been hell. This is all I can do. This is my best chance. Oh god," Jimin gasps, "I've got no life!"

"Wait, Jimin. You do have a life. You've all these boyfriends and an incredible job!"

"Are you talking about the illegal job that we quit three months ago? Fantastic! Now I'm a jobless twenty-six-year-old man—going to twenty-seven—with no life."

"No, Jimin. This is what you could do in your ordinary life. Something that has to do with your love for chemistry!"

"I don't think I love chemistry. . . I just love doing my drugs to kill people to improve our missions. Nobody needs this in an ordinary life! I'm not meant to live an ordinary life, Kookie. I've never got one."

Jungkook holds his hand, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You've got one with me. I understand that we can't go back to your family, but I'm sure you'll find another passion someday, hm? Something that doesn't involve murdering a bulky man with a black suit."

Jimin parts his lips to say something, but remains quiet. He doesn't need to talk, his childhood friend's dark doe eyes bring him the same comfort he always longs for.

His heart jumps on his chest and he blinks, looking down at his luggage.

"Yeah, let me help you with that." Jungkook laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Just stay still and press down with your butt."

He leans forward and slides a zip to the centre. Jimin bounces a few times and Jungkook takes a hold of the other zip, but struggles to slide it forward.

"See? It's not closing. Maybe I should throw my equipment."

"No, just trust me. I'm going to make this work. Maybe if we slide them to one of the corners it will close. Just let me—"

Jungkook loses his balance as he brings the stubborn zip forward and his body collides with Jimin, both of them falling off the silver luggage and into the bed.

The black locks of hair tingle Jimin's forehead. Their breaths kiss each other's skin.

No one mutters a word.

Jimin stares at him with wide eyes.

Jungkook roams his eyes around his face, studying him for the hundredth time. His eyes come back to Jimin's pink, plump lips. Does he really like me?

"Ko - Kookie. . . I can't breathe." Jimin murmurs.

Jungkook snaps out of his trance and stutters a few apologies as he stands up.

Jimin groans when he spots his luggage on the floor. "Oh god, not again!"

"Wait, look!" Jungkook picks it up. "I almost did it! We can't close it completely, but it's enough for everything to stay in."

Jimin exhales, letting himself fall on the bed again. "Thank you, Kookie. This was becoming my nightmare."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The seven men say their last good-bye to a place they won't miss so much. The flat holds more painful memories than good ones—Yoongi spent every day praying everyone would choose to move out.

They chose to celebrate Jungkook's and Namjoon's birthday outside, like seven ordinary men living an unproblematic ordinary life.

Taehyung drives them to the airport and makes sure their men ship Blacky correctly to Jeju's International Airport. If the process goes by smoothly, it's the last favor they'll do for them.

The flight from Seoul to the island is peaceful and, somehow, liberating. As if their souls finally detached themselves from all the shadows and darkness of their past.

Seokjin holds Namjoon's hand when the plane lands, their couple's rings touching.

The now black-haired man kisses his cheek and whispers, "We've made it, Jinnie."

"Mm-hmm. We did."

Namjoon raises Seokjin's hands to his lips and kisses the silver ring. "Thank you."

After collecting their luggage and leaving behind the sea of people in the arrivals hall, they make their way to the restaurants inside the terminal.

"Ugh, dunno about you, but I'm starving." Yoongi grumbles, leaning his head on Taehyung's shoulder. "Bubs, what do you want to eat?"

"Burgers?"

"Let's go!" Hoseok sings, pointing at the neon-red Lotteria sign.

On the top of a hill, an elegant yet imposing house awaits. The waves crush against the rocks beneath them, and the seagulls hover high above, gliding on the wind.

"Welcome to our new home, loves." Namjoon says, dimples showing. "We've made it."