Jimin's request was simple: one last annual stay at their shared summer cabin. One last night of carefree, fun with his best buds. He didn't intend for this to be their last night... ever.
Chapter 2 has been revised so that it ties in better with this chapter. You may want to reread that chapter to understand the upcoming references.
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Jungkook carries me into the house and up the stairs. He stops at the bathroom where he begins to run bath water. He even borrows some of Taehyung's lavender and vanilla bath wash.
While the water runs he uses the first aid kit, from the medicine cabinet, to clean my wounds.
Despite my protests, he helps me to undress. It isn't much to undress considering I'm only wearing a pair of his shorts and boxer briefs.
Gently, he places my petite frame into the soothing bath. The fact that the cabin has cooled down is a plus. My muscles start to relax in the warm water. I can't help closing my eyes.
This bath is therapeutic. It's well needed after the long, hot day that I've endured. This bath is all thanks to my fiancé.
The same fiancé who I talked so badly about last night. The same fiancé who forgave me. The same fiancé that I've constantly doubted and questioned his decisions. The same fiancé who I don't deserve.
"Jungkook deserves a more worthy person."
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September 2015
"Jiminie! Over here!"
Taehyung, holding his phone to his ear, waves his free hand as I make my way across the crowded bowling alley. Music plays over the speakers. It's like there's a party going on, which is fitting for the occasion.
Tonight we gathered to celebrate Namjoon's birthday. He initially planned for us have a movie marathon.
But bowling is fun.
I approach the lane we have reserved to find my five friends and a young boy by their side.
He has raven locks and a piercing gaze. He wears an oversized sweater that makes him look so small.
He's adorable.
I slide past my friends to approach the tiny person. Yoongi thumps me in the back of my neck for my rudeness. The young boy covers his mouth with his sweater paws and shyly giggles.
I toss my orange hair back as I extend my hand for a handshake. Like him, I am wearing an oversized sweater as well. The sleeve basically swallows my hand.
