Addicted | Yoonmin✔

|epilogue|

Baby, you're my medicine
Only you can save me
Angel divine
Know that I'm yours, all yours baby

"Hello, my name is Yoongi, and I'm an addict."

"Hi, Yoongi."

"I've been clean for...10 years now?" Yoongi looked over to Hoseok, who nodded, and Yoongi nods in return. "Yes, 10 years now." A wide smile dominated Yoongi's face, and he had to wipe his face to take the smile away. "So...It's time for me to share, I guess." Yoongi saw his husband's face in the back, where visitors sat. Jimin smiled widely and gave him a thumbs-up. Yoongi replied with a wink and turned back to the crowd.

"I started using when I was in high school. I got into a bad relationship, and it was hell. For years, I used, because of my ex-boyfriend. I broke it off with him, and came clean. My best friends Jin and Namjoon, who couldn't be here tonight because of their son's ballet recital," and to this day Jimin claims that their son had inherited his uncle Jimin's amazing dancing skills through some or other magical way, "They helped me through my withdrawals and through the worst of it. They gave me a job, a place to stay, they gave me a second chance.

"But I think we all know that sometimes it feels worthless, and life just feels bleak. Well...that is how I felt, until a certain pink haired boy started working at the café. I fell in love. I fell so fucking deeply in love. I was so lost for this boy. Around that time, my ex reappeared in my life, and almost fucked my life up again, but Jimin and I...we stayed strong. We helped him, and he's also 10 years clean this year. He's a proud father and a good husband. But anyways, around that time Jimin's parents found out he was gay, and kicked him out. He lived with me, and life was good.

"We got into contact with his dad, and he was offered a scholarship in Seoul. So we went there, and Jimin landed a scholarship, but...he was also offered one in America. I was so distraught by the news that I...I..." Yoongi took a few deep breaths. "I used that night after getting drunk. The next morning, I was walking, and a storm suddenly blew in, and a car swerved off the road and hit me. I was in a coma for a year after that, but when I woke up, my Jiminie rushed to see me right away.

"That year, my hyung and Namjoon-ah married and adopted their son. Two years later, Jiminie and I got hitched, and a year later Hoseok and his girlfriend along with Taehyung and Jungkook. It wasn't a double wedding, mind you. Taehyung had made it very clear that he was strongly against the idea." Hoseok and Jimin laughed in the crowd, both remembering how upset Taehyung had been at the idea of someone else sharing HIS special day, even though 'Tae, babe, it's my special day too'. "Jiminie and I adopted our son Seokjoon around three years ago, and our daughter Harin at the beginning of this year. Jimin had been in a lot of productions as a dancer, even did a world tour with two kpop groups, before he started teaching dance at the highschool. I'm so proud of him. I work as a producer along with my best friend Namjoon, and let me say, a lot of those nice kpop songs you guys listen to? I wrote them about my amazing husband. We even reconnected briefly with my mom, and I made up to her before she passed away two years ago."

Yoongi took a last deep breath, looking straight at Jimin.

"If I can become clean, so can all of you. I was so deep, and so lost, and I just wanted it all to end, but let me tell you that it does get better. I've been a victim of abuse, bullying, neglect, poverty, depression, you name it. And here I stand. Tonight I'm going home to my son and my daughter, and tonight I'm going to fall asleep next to my husband, and everything is okay. It'll all be okay, if you just keep on fighting to be okay, and if you just keep on fighting for the life you deserve. A lot of you didn't have a choice in the life you're leading right now, but let me tell you: the sun will rise tomorrow. A new dawn will break. A new possibility will come your way. Fight your way, everyday you should fight. Whether you've been clean for a month, or a year, or ten years: I am proud of you. Please love yourselves. Thank you."