>>lost<< Yoonmin

Epilogue

"Yoongi! Come on, look at the clouds!"
Jimin lectures as he sticks his hands in his coat pockets, letting out a dramatic sigh.
"Hang on, it's almost perfect."
I grumble as I drop into a low crouch, pointing my camera towards a stone bridge that stretches over a large stream. The stream is clear and beautiful, sparkling in the minimal light and reflecting the dreary sky artfully. Jimin smiles a bit and shakes his head, moving behind me and drops himself into a crouch. He rests his chin on my shoulder, gazing at the camera's screen. I love to take him with me when I shoot, because his steady touch always seems to steady me and bring me confidence. I click the shudder a few times and smile to myself, pleased with the product.
"Alright Jiminie time to go."
I muse quietly as I stand, watching him do the same as I pack my camera into its bag and close it carefully. Jimin takes my hand, intertwining our fingers as we make our way back to the main road and meander home together.
About halfway home it begins to pour, and Jimin shoots me an 'I told you so look' as his hand tightens on mine and he takes off in a spring. I do my best to keep up, quickly soaked due to our lack of proper jackets. I can't help but laugh as we round a corner, holding my camera protectively against my chest. We run the rest of the way home and finally make it into the door, laughing and panting at the same time.
"Come on, hurry."
Jimin gasps out and drags me back to the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind us. We are both trembling and dripping water everywhere as Jimin hurries to the tub and draws a hot bath, waving his hand at me. I smile and set my camera bag on the counter, trying not to worry about it as I pull me wet shirt over my head. Jimin has begun to do the same as the bath fills up, unspoken words shared between us as he shoots me a look. By the time we have both undressed the tub is full and a comforting silence settles over the small room. Once more, Jimin glances at me and I smile back, getting in the tub. Jimin follows my lead and climbs in after me, hesitantly sitting with his back to me, leaning gently against my chest. I wrap my arms around his chest, resting my chin on his shoulder as our shaking gradually stops. Jimin let's out a sleepy hum as he lets his head fall back into my shoulder, eyes closed. I smile and close my eyes as well, letting the humid room lull me into a quiet state of relaxation.
Eventually we must leave the bath and dry off and dress ourselves. I make soup and after we have eaten we settle onto the couch, me laying on my back and Jimin laying atop me, chest to chest under the thick blanket we have hidden under. Jimin rests his head on my collarbone, eyes trained in the patio window that is streaked with rain. I have my arms protectively around him, his arms wrapped around my lower waist. The circumstances bring my thoughts back to the night months ago when our relationship began.

Jimin and I had fallen asleep in the couch and I woke up to him making me breakfast. We talked quietly about him moving in, and he decided he would retrieve his stuff from the woman since she was away for the week. We decided he would leave her a note, which he was not too happy about but I convinced him he had no reason to give her any more. We went there and packed up his things and moved them back here. Things moved slowly but surely as we unpacked his limited belongings. He settled into my room and after a bit of hesitation we're sleeping in the same bed. I reorganized to make everything livable and comfortable for the two of us and from there, everything sort of fell into place. We have not heard from the woman, we visit Jin at his cafe often, and Jimin even managed to get a job there thanks to Jin's kindness. Although it took a couple months, Jimin finally opened up to me entirely and I've done the same for him. I've seen his night terrors and he's accompanied me through boughs of insomnia, I have seen all the scars he hides and he whispers about the bruises that have healed but still haunt him and I mutter about my own demons. Although we are both broken, we have become whole in each other and I could never ask for more.