Colorless Beauty

Extra Chapter ;)

5 years later . . .

Jimin's p.o.v.

"Babe! Do you know where the whipped Crea- Nevermind." I changed my sentence when I walked into the bedroom, where (Y/N) was happily sitting on the queen-sized bed, eating whipped cream-covered strawberries, with the can of whipped cream sitting on the nightstand.

I went and layed with her, my eyes focused on the glowing flat-screen television in front of us. She had been watching Spongebob.

'What a kid.' I thought, gluing my eyes on her, with a wide grin on my face. She had remnants of whipped cream on her lips as she finished up her strawberries. Even with all the whipped cream on her mouth, she was still the most beautiful girl in the world.

She then shifted her gaze from the television to me, and teased me by licking her lips, and even tugging at them a bit with her teeth.

"What? Can't get enough of me?" She asked me, teasingly. On the corner of her lips, she still had a little spot of the whipped cream, and I couldn't help but smile as I licked it off. But i didn't stop at that.

I kept my lips on her's as they moved in sync. I could feel her smile in between the kisses, and I could only smile as well. We've been together for so long, and she still has my heart beating like this.

Within another couple of seconds, we pulled away from each other. We both had a smile plastered on our faces as our fingers intertwined.

"I'm tired. Let's go to bed." She told me. I was tired as well, so I agreed.

She shut the television off with the remote, while I turned the lamp off and climbed back into the bed to snuggle up with her.

The last couple of years have been the most happiest times of my life. We both are working as surgeons at the hospital closest to our house. I was actually surprised the first time that she told me she wanted to be a surgeon because I realized that we had a lot in common.

We've gotten so far. We graduated college, got a well-paying job, got ourselves a nice house, and are finally settling down.

London is quite a place. Since we learned some English in high school, we were almost fluent; just needed to work on pronunciation a bit, but it's been a couple of years, and we've got the hang of it.

But if I could be honest, it really did make me sad to think about Yoongi. He never contacted me or anything when we changed high schools back then (probably because I changed numbers, but...) . I guess he really didn't care about me. I still can't believe someone could suddenly make me bisexual.

But anyways, about Jungkook. Before me and (Y/N) left for London, rumors were being spread that he had become really strange; he looked depressed all the time, and he never talked to anyone.

I heard that if someone tried talking to him, he would punch them square in the face. Eventually, though, he stopped coming to school in general.

That is because (Y/N) hadn't seen him since we moved schools. He couldn't call her either because she changed her phone number. I guess he really did love her.

I also heard this one rumor, but nobody knows if it is true or not. Since Jungkook hadn't been seen for almost a whole year, people began saying that he committed suicide by cutting himself.

(Y/N) never knew anything about this particular rumor. She was sad enough with out him, at first, but if she had heard that he could have committed suicide, she would be devastated, and might have committed suicide, herself.

It's been such a long time since then, though. We have successfully moved on from our past, and don't plan to go back. We are just going to go forward, leaving everything behind.

I carefully buried my face into the back of (Y/N)'s neck, laying my arm over her waist. I chuckled to myself realizing that it's only been about 3 months, and she is beginning to gain weight.

She has been eating, throwing up, getting head aches, ext. I love being able to take care of her, though.

I then began rubbing my hand on her stomach.

I guess carrying a baby is pretty tough.