Searching (BTS fanfiction)

Epilogue

6 years later.

Abigail's P.O.V.
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Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Ugh. Namjoon! Can you get that?"

"Sure sweetheart."

I pick Cassia up and try to get her to stop crying while Namjoon answers the phone.

Namjoon and I got married last year when we found out I was pregnant with Cassia. She'll be turning 1 next week. Namjoon agreed to work with me 6 years ago and we started actually dating 6 months after. After a year we realized that this wasn't actually what we wanted. Stealing didn't have the usual joy as it used to.

My good friend, Francois had a heart attack and Namjoon and I helped out and ran the bakery while he was recovering. He couldn't do much work after so he officially took over. He stops by often and is like Cassia's grandfather, since my dad isn't around anymore and Namjoon's parents are still in Korea.

Cassia finally falls asleep and I set her down in her crib. I hear something fall in the kitchen. I go out to see the phone on the ground and Namjoon white a ghost.

"What happened?" I ask, "Who was that?"

"Some Doctor from Korea. M-my." And then he breaks down crying.

I pick up the phone to see if the doctor is still on the line.

"What happened?" I ask her.

"Oh! You aren't the same person I was talking to before." She says.

"No shot Sherlock. Now would you please tell me why my husband is sitting on the floor in hysterics?"

"I'm sorry, your mother and father-in-law were in a car accident. A transport rolled overtop of their car, among a few others."

"Oh my god." I say and hang up. "Oh, Namjoon."

I kneel down and wrap my arms around him. He instantly pulls me close buries his face in my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. I know how terrible this feels." I say, stroking his hair. "Do you need anything?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "I think I'll just go for a walk."

"Okay. Please don't get hurt. Keep your head up and watch before you cross the street. I almost got ran over when I tried that."

He gives me a small smile and leaves.

3 years later

"Bye Cassia! Have fun." I call.

I sigh and squeeze Namjoon's hand.

"I can't believe our daughter is already going to school." He says.

"I know." I reply. "It feels like just yesterday we were struggling to change her diaper on the day we brought her home. But now we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?"

He chuckles and pulls me closer, "I already have our whole day planned. Let's go."

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When you get to write and ran out of ideas so you just skip over 6 years.

Anyways. This is the end. *waves*

I tried writing a French version but it turns out I'm not confident enough in my French to do that. If you want me to try again just let me know. I think I've gotten better since then.

Thanks for reading this and putting up with my bad spelling and grammatical mistakes and bad writing through 'till the end! (Even though OldTownTikarVestine is most likely the only one reading this at this point. Thanks Ren!)

Bye!