V (A BTS Fanfiction)

epilogue Pt. 2

Author's Note:

So I know I was going to end it at like chApter 32 but...I decided to write a two part epilogue especially for you guys because I can relate to how you feel. Any who I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Also my beautiful readers...how do you feel about SOBI or Yoonseok? I absolutely ship them so hard!!!

[BoNa]

Thoughts loomed over my mind like the big shadow that has been following me for the past few minutes. Every turn, every new street, the same shadow follows. It follows like the thought of V does. But in this case, there was more of an ominous mood to this black figure.

Eyes darting from side to side but never brave enough to turn back and catch a glimpse of the man. Heart pounding to the rhythm of blood pumping in my veins. Every step I take, the figure does so to, but cautiously keeping its distance as if the figure wasn't trying to frighten me more than I already am.

I want to break out into a run but if I do, I know I will be out run. So the best I can do is act oblivious to his presence. Oblivious like how I was for the past three days.

This figure, this man or whatever it was, has been following me. Never once though have it attacked me. Ever since I have started staying out later, it has decreased the space in between us, following me so close that I can feel him breathing down my neck.

Just ten more steps and I will be home. Just one more minute and he will stop right there, under the light of the lamppost. Under the lamppost where shadows are casted upon the shadowed figure's face.

Like expected, I made it inside the house safe and sound. I know I should tell someone or the least report it but I want to wait a little longer. Just a little longer because not only did that shadow bring chills upon me, there was something welcoming about him that I didn't want to acknowledge.

Peeking through my bedroom curtains, I see him. He stands there, hands calmly hanging by his side. Instead of hiding his face in his hood, he looks up to the starry night sky. Hoods fallen off his red head and the light shining upon his silky smooth skin. A stretched smile spread on his face.

"V...?" I breathe out, my mind running crazy and as if on cue, his eyes turn to me. We were both now making full on eye contact.

Has it always been him for these past three days?

I let myself fall into those star like eyes as his playful smile cause me to die a little inside. The boy from the library a while ago and the shadow of these past nights was...V.

He gave me a quick wink and walk the way he came, disappearing from my grasp even in reality. Letting him escape because I was too stupid to stop staring at where he use to stand and go running after him.

In a blink of an eye, I was running down the stairs and into the cold night. Out on the exposed streets and chasing after a boy, a Shadow of my imagination. He was gone. Just like that, he turned into the stars of the night, blending in as one of them. Fitting just perfectly.

Drops of sweat began to form on my forehead as I stood alone in an unknown neighborhood. My breathing being louder than the whine of the wind chimes. I turn my back to the dark alleyway and took small steps towards making my way out of this place.

"A boy of my imagination." I chuckle softly to myself.

"You must have a good imagination to imagine such a sexy alien." His voice flood the street as it came from the darkness behind me.

Everything that took place next seem to happen all in a blur because now, I was up against the cold brick wall. My shirt was soak in the water that leaked out from the moist moss that dominated that side of the wall. My vision was block with a red hair V who smile at me softly.

"I miss you..." He exhale like it was a breath he held in for the past three years. His head slowly fell down, his eyes ripping away from mine.

He rests his head on my shoulder, lips brushing ever so slightly against my neck. Then he whispers softly, letting his hot breath tickle my skin. "I thought I would never see you again."

I didn't need to respond or say it aloud to let him know how I felt. My action was loud enough. Hands tightly wrapped around his waist, I let his warmth wrap me up and suffocate me. My hands hurt from how tight I held him, as if any moment, the wind will just rip us apart.

The wind didn't pull us apart but the hands of the red head alien boy did. He didn't look up. He allowed his bangs to cover his eyes as he took one step back.

"You scrape your knee?" He breath out, squatting down to get a better view of the small wound exposed by the rip part of my jeans.

V reached into his pocket instead of healing me. He pulled out a band aid and place it on. Place it on my knee like it was better than his kisses.

"There." V childishly smile at his work.

We both share a smile before mine begin to waiver. I couldn't help but long for his touch. I couldn't help it but want more from him. I guess I was expecting too much.

He must have noticed it too because he now has a different spark in his eyes. Ever so slightly, he lean forward, palms resting against the wall behind me. Then as if he had time to waste, place a slow soft peck onto my forehead. The presence of his lips linger there even when he has pulled away. Placing a kiss on the tip of my nose, he gave me a playful smile as our foreheads leaned on one another for support.

"Thank you. For not forgetting about me." His hands snake its way around my waist, resting at the small of my back.

Then as if he couldn't hold back anymore, our lips crashed upon one another like the waves crashing onto the shore. Our lips were interlock as I found my hands tangled up in his hair.

And in just that moment, I was just BoNa and he was just V. The mute girl and the alien boy. The story of an odd friendship that bloomed into a love story as unique as their own selves.

The end. (For reals this time.)