the last of the untold | jimin and taehyung x reader ✔️

LAST CHAPTER I FORGET THE NUMBER LMAO BYE

I awoke to hear someone groan out my name.

Jimin.

I woke up Taehyung, tears in my eyes, and looked at Jimin.

"Arraaa," he grunted. "P-please...."

I sobbed once, and checked him in the moonlight. He was sitting against the tent wall, arm covering his wound, and his eyebrows were furrowed in pain. He kept groaning. I couldn't stand it.

"Jimin..." I moved his limb, and unwrapped the bandages, wincing at the gory sight. Tae was right. It was extremely infected.

"Tae, could you please get the water bottle..?" I asked, hope draining out of me like water out of the sink.

He nodded, and handed it to me. I frantically washed Jimin, until he grabbed my face.

"Wha-"

He pulled me into a long, deep kiss, tears falling from both of our eyes. We moved in harmony, like someone was beating a drum in a pattern.

Then he pulled back, and looked at me. He was beautiful. His plump lips, his nose, his eye smile that I missed so badly. He was leaving slowly. I knew it, and there was no stopping.

"Ara, I love you," he said. "I mean it. But I'm dying, and you belong to Taehyung..."

"No, you're surviving," I whispered, meaning for it to be louder.

He shook his head, and looked down. "Babe, you're gorgeous, smart, funny, kind. Everything a guy could ask for." A tear fell down his cheek, and he stared at me once again, with pained eyes. "But now, you're wrong." He groaned, tensing up, and I backed up from him. I was scared. So, so scared.

"Please... Be like Hoseok. Be hopeful."

He choked out a laugh. "I'm me, Ara. I'm the guy who fell for you.~"

He groaned again, and didn't move. Ever.

"No... Please!" I grabbed his hands, which were covered in thick blood. "Sh*t. No. God, no. Jimin, please!"

I felt pressure around me. It was Taehyung. He hugged me, while I sobbed into his chest. Milo still didn't wake up. What a great sleeper.

"He can't die..." I mumbled.

Taehyung lifted my chin with two fingers. "Ara, I... I love you."

He pecked my lips.

"I need you, boy,~" I sang, laughing and crying at the same time. "You're my little alien."

He nodded, giving me that familiar box-smile. I cried.

~.~

1 year later

We spoke to the South Korean government, and told them about Jimin and BTS. After many days, they agreed to discontinue the Purge.

Now, Taehyung, Milo and I lived in a studio apartment.

It was past 11 pm, my brother was asleep, and Taehyung had gotten home.

He jumped on the couch, crushing me.

"Oi!" I grunted, and he covered me with little kisses.

"Tae-"

"Hush, Ara," he whispered playfully. "ARMY is fine with it."

I kissed him back, this time on the lips, and it went on forever. His hand held my neck in place, and the kiss deepened. It became more and more passionate.

Then, he squeezed my butt teasingly.

"Yah! What are you doing?" I yelled, breaking away.

"We have to wake up early tomorrow, sweets," he whispered. "Maybe on the weekend.~"

I blushed. "F-fine."

"What the heck?"

Tae and I looked at the doorway of Milo's room. He stood there, gaping.

"Oh, God, Milo," I said, in between giggles. "Forget *gasp* everything you just saw!"

He raced off, shut his door, and yelled from inside: "How can I?!"

Taehyung and I looked at each other, and laughed. That box-smile I saw again. His brown eyes that you could become memorized in. His 4D personality.

I loved all of it. I loved him so much, but not just because he was a now a stand-alone idol, but because he was Kim Taehyung. I was living with Kim Taehyung. And I couldn't get enough of it.

I loved Jimin, too. Of course, I, along with ARMYs, couldn't grasp the fact that he was dead. And we still loved him. He could be a cute little mochi, or a sexy beast. But he always cared about his fans, and his members. He was simply fantastic.

I loved Bangtan. And I hated the Purge.

It was that, and only that.

As simple as can be.

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