Drafts • yoonmin

Epilouge

Yoongi couldn't believe it.

Nobody could.

All those investigators did was looked.

But, did they think?

They clearly didn't look well enough.

Yoongi sat in his bedroom he once shared with the love of his life.

He shed a single tear, landing on his hand.

He looked down at it, curiously.

'What if he actually just went somewhere but set this up?' Yoongi thought.

'Is he really gone?'

Yoongi looked over to the box with all of the folded papers and noticed something new.

He walked over, picking it up off of the dresser.

He peeled off the paper that gave it a mint green design.

Underneath was a thin, folded up piece of paper.

Yoongi unfolded it, eager to see its contents.

'Dear Yoongi,

If one day you decide you need me as much as I need you, then come find me.

I'll give you a hint.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Places where there are beds,
Are ideal for you,
Maybe you'll know,
Maybe you won't,
Just head to the cold,
Or just don't,
You'll find me where we met,
You'll find me where you wept,
You'll find me in Daegu,
I'm in love with you.

Good luck, babe.

Just think.

Love,

Jimin"

Yoongi thought for a second.

Beds and Daegu?

Where they met?

Yoongi instantly got in his car and started his journey to find his missing boyfriend.

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He arrived at his parents house.

They were willing to let him stay while he searched.

Yoongi sat on his childhood bed, thinking of where Jimin could possibly be.

He said something about beds...

A hotel?

That has to be it.

But the question is.. What one?

Jimin also said Yoongi could find them where they met...

A coffee boutique?

Maybe he works there.

Yoongi decided to go check there first.

He got in his car, driving away quickly.

He parked in front of the shop, getting out.

He looked around, seeing no one in the shop.

He approached the counter and rang the bell.

A familiar face appeared from the back room and Yoongi stared.

"I'm sorry, what can I-"