𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ; 𝙥𝙟𝙢

epilogue

10.13.18
6:24 PM KST

"woah, this place is dumped."

"oh shut up. why of all places did jeongguk choose this! it's giving me the creeps."

"ssh, keep quiet."

taehyung titled his head to the right, and saw his older friend, seokjin, quietly signalling him to come in his direction. the younger nodded and grabbed jimin's hand.

"ah! what the fu—"

"just stop talking and follow me." he cut him off.

the petite man pouted and began to follow taehyung's steps. with heavy stomps, taehyung opened the once closed door and entered the dim room. for a second, jimin hesitated, but changed his mind once taehyung started pulling his right arm, begging him to take a step inside the abandoned room.

"so what no—"

the lights illuminated the room and confetti danced in the air, then landing on the dusty floor.

"happy birthday jimin!" the booming voices of the six men began to shake the unstable building.

"why does everybody cut me off!" jimin stomped,

"wait what?" he widened his eyes, surprised at the scene that was unfolding before his eyes. everything was in place; there were tables, forks and spoons placed neatly beside the silver plates and there was cake, pasta and ice cream sitting on top of the said table.

"we said happy birthday you idiot." seokjin smiled as he poked jimin's head.

jimin began to laugh at the surprise his friends had planned for him.

"don't thank me," taehyung said, "thank yoongi."

jimin looked at yoongi's direction. yoongi blushed and tried to land his gaze elsewhere.

hoseok, jeongguk, namjoon and taehyung were chanting "gay, gay, gay" all over again but stopped when yoongi slapped each of their buttcheeks.

"hey guys, check this out!" jimin hollered, interrupting the little feud that was taking place between his friends.

"there are letters scattered around this area," jimin whispered, gathering the yellow envelopes one by one.

"and they're all addressed..." he continued.

"to me?" he scrunched his face in confusion.

"what?" yoongi looked at the said letters, "but these are all written in 1995."

"not to mention that the one who wrote this was a patient in a mental hospital." namjoon added, while scanning the back of the dusty envelope where the sender's information was written.

"well," hoseok stretched his arms and placed both of them on yoongi and jimin's shoulder, "it wouldn't hurt if we read them,"

"right?"

end.