Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 43: <●Somewhere in Busan●>

●finalé●

"Is this Stalkers' Anonymous?"

But the voice from his phone's speaker didn't sound as clear as the as the voice that came from behind him. It was the same voice, nonetheless. The same words travelling through the ether at the same speed and coming from the same person, but reaching him in totally different ways. The first, in a way that Jimin was used to, through a phonecall, like the one that was dying at his fingertips. And the second, in a way that he could only ever imagine, in a way that the immeasurable distance between them--from Daegu to Busan--would never allow.

Until then...

"Found you."

And suddenly, because of only two words, Jimin's breaths were unsteady. His head throbbed. His chest nagged with a dull ache.

Jimin gripped his phone tighter in his fist as he heard the phonecall die, as he heard footsteps from behind near him. His mind told him that it wasn't possible, that Taehyung couldn't really be at arm's reach after all this time. He couldn't bring himself to believing that the boy who'd consumed most of his thoughts was the owner of the nearing footsteps behind him.

"Jimin-ah... It's me."

He wanted to, but he just couldn't believe it.

Because this isn't real, his brain told him. Good shit never happens to me anyways.

Jimin's brain didn't know how to process it, didn't know how to believe it.

But his heart did.

And his heart was searching for a miracle. His heart told him to close his eyes.

And so he did,

One...

he counted to three,

Two...

and he promised himself to turn around to face the voice right after.

Three...

But his promise ran dry. He was frozen. Because at the last minute, his brain overthrew his heart and left him numb. Breaths unsteady. Head aching. Chest nagging.

Pain.

Until the same voice from before ripped through the ether--

"Just give me some attention, will you?"

Until warm hands spun Jimin around. Until strong arms caged him in an embrace. Until the deep voice that spoke coaxed his mind. Until he felt himself melt against a comforting chest.

And then he realised--

by just opening his eyes to stare up at the very essence of Taehyung, his symmetrical features, his deep brown eyes that could bring black holes to shame, the light purple bruise that painted its way across his jawline, the healing cut at his bottom lip,

--Jimin realised

he realised

he realised