l o g o l e p s y. - [yoonkook]

epilogue ;

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Namjoon sighed deeply as Seokjin silently stirred the batter. He glanced at the calendar placed on one side of the kitchen.

december 23, 2016.

There were two days before christmas and Yoongi wasn't home yet, which alerted him. He knew Yoongi had to take up that seminar, and the training that came with it. And he knew he might not be back on christmas. Which will sadden Jungkook, plus will ruin their christmas plans. Specially Jungkook's. Of course, the boy was the most excited for the event.

"Hyung, you think Yoongi hyung will be back before Christmas? I'm getting worried for Kookie."

"Don't worry, he'll make it!" Seokjin smiled at the younger, showing off a reassuring vibe.

Well, he'll make it alright.

Namjoon then smiled back at Seokjin who just put the batter in the cake pan. They were baking cupcakes and other pastries while Jungkook was out buying gifts as he didn't have time earlier.

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Yoongi almost threw a tantrum at the airport. the flight was delayed, and he was so worried that kookie might not see him on time, or he might not return back in Korea on time. He was worried, of course.

Also, he wanted to hear Jungkook's answer to his question when he gets home.

"Damn plane just won't get fixed in the right time. Fuck this shit." He was about to message Jungkook about it, but he realized it was past midnight in Korea when it was 8:00 am in Canada. He didn't want to disturb his sleep.

He waited for hours there, until he fell asleep on the bench he was sitting on.

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"Um, mister?" Yoongi felt a tap on his cheek, which he groaned at, "mister, is your flight to Korea because if it is, it's time to leave." Again, Yoongi felt a much harder tap. And he could hear the incoherent muttering of english words he could barely understand. He wasn't that familiar with the language. (the seminar hosted had a translator, by the way.)

"Damn you, can't you fucking see i'm fucking sleeping?!" He almost yelled, people were looking at him, but they didn't understand what he said, (well because he spoke in Korean) fortunately.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but we are leaving. The flight in Korea goes off at exactly 10:30 am, and it's 10:27. We must go, now." The stranger, now speaking in Korean, nagged Yoongi as he was knocking the sleep out of his senses. He then looked at the male standing in front of him.

He had gray hair, and he had really cute eyes. Nope, no, no, Yoongi, no.

"Hi, I'm Park Jimin, and I'm also on my way to Korea, so please, hyung, stand up. We need to go to Korea as soon as possible."

It was like he knew him his whole life.

"Ah, sorry. Min Yoongi—"

"Wait, you're Min Yoongi?! The Min Yoongi?! the one who wrote kalon? Omg! Please sign my book!"

Yoongi was surprised. He didn't know someone would recognize him by just his name. He knew he was a writer, and many acknowledged his works, but he didn't know someone would be so hyped up in meeting him like this. Well, let's just say he was more than flattered.