Broken//Kim Namjoon

Epilogue; Finally Found

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A small child sat crouched by a pond, his brown hair in a messy halo around his round face. He clumsily planted his butt on the grass, sticking his muddy fingers into the water. He played around a bit, sticking his little tongue out. He tugged his hand out of it, pulling something out with it. He inspected it for a moment, and stood up, stumbling over towards his father, who sat on a bench, watching his son.

"Appa! Appa! Look what I found!" he squealed, handing the object to him. His father picked it up. It was a round shell, that would've curled to house some creature a point in time. His father pulled his son onto his lap, looking at it.

"Look at that!" he smiled, pulling his glasses off to get a better look at the shell. He smiled at his song. "That's another one for your collection, buddy." He poked the little ones chest, making him giggle.

There was a flash, and they looked at the woman who had taken it. "And this is one for my collection," she smiled. The woman smiled, satisfied with her entrance, kneeled, and opened her arms for a hug. The boy hopped off his lap and ran to his mother.

"Eomma! I found another shell!" he said proudly. "Isn't it cool?!" His mother looked at the rock and smiled at it.

"It sure is, Auggie," she said, giving him a soft smile. She pecked his forehead, and ran her fingers through his hair. Out of nowhere, he poked her.

"Tag, you're it," he giggled, immediately dashing away from her. Shelauged and ran after him, not making it too easy, for she had way longer legs than him. The father smiled at his family. This scene reminded him of something, a faraway dream perhaps? Whatever it was, he felt like he'd seen it before. He watched as they ran closer to the treeline. A strange feeling encompassed his chest, as if something was going to take it all away from him. But it didn't.

The mother and son came back to him, just like they always do. The sudden uneasiness washed away as his son August jumped behind him, hiding from his mother, who was attempting to tag him.

"Don't let her get me, appa!" he screeched desperately. His father picked him up, wrapping his arms around the boy.

"Do not fear, son. I shall save you!" he said. He set his son down, going to his wife. He ran at her, picking her up, off her feet. She herself let out a scream. Then, he carried her back to their child. "I have tamed the beast, lord." August giggled, satisfied the battle had been won.

"Let's go home appa," he said cheerfully, dragging him towards the gate. The three of them could see their home on the hill from her. They had inherited it from an old inventor, a man named Lee Yeonwi. They moved into it a year afterwards, for the father had to finish up his final year in the military. At this point in time, his band has taken a break, due to some of the younger members serving their military time. He still writes and produces music for the company, although he does most of it from him home. His wife, continued her business from here, using the house as an upgrade from her tiny apartment.

By this time, August had run ahead of the couple, busy in his own fantasy world. He took his wife's hand, waving it back and forth. She lay her head on his shoulder. Even after six years, their love hadn't faded one bit.

They got to the house, where the two went upstairs, where they had a gigantic window-wall that had a view into the park.

"Baby, how did I get so lucky?" he asked, out of the blue. She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. She thought for a moment.

"I don't know, what do you mean?" she asked.

He looked at the ground and kicked a loose pebble. "Oh I don't know, I've had a great career, caring friends, a perfect wife, and a beautiful child," he listed. "I don't know what I've done to deserve it. I mean, I break everything, don't I?"

She smiled warmly at him. "Oh Namjoon, remember what I told you all those years ago? When I first met you?" He pursed his lips, thinking.

"You said a lot of things, Athena," he said, in a sort of joking tone. She smiled.

"Well, I'd just pulled you into my workshop, and you asked who I was. You remember that?" she asked, he nodded.

"I'm Park Athena, a normal girl who has an extraordinary knack for fixing things," he quoted.

She nodded. "What did you say?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon, an idol with a particular habit of breaking things," he recited, as if he had the whole scene memorized, which he did. He smiled, sensing where it was going.

"And what did I say back?" she asked. He smiled, knowing the answer. The two said it together, in harmony.

"I guess we were meant to find each other."

The End