One year later...
Jeon Mansion Med Bay.
"Hey, it's me. Again. Heh. Today was interesting. So you know how we had that raid today? Yeah, well, we ran in there, guns blazing, and they had, like, these machine guns. Fucking machine guns. You know what's surprising, though? No one was shot. No one. Heh. I guess we're just bulletproof. Hmm, bulletproof. I like that. I've wanted to change our name for a while now. How do you feel about Bangtan Sonyeondan? I find it quite fitting. Sorry, I'm really busy today. I've got to go. Hope you wake up soon."
A year after that...
Jeon Mansion Med Bay.
"It's been two years, Kookie. Two fucking years. I mean, I guess I've been holding up pretty well, but your absence is really taking a toll on everyone, including myself. I've become pretty well known down in the underground, though. As Min Yoongi/Suga and as Agust D. Of course, no one knows they're the same person. Jimin and Seokjin are doing all right, I guess. Seokjin hasn't screwed up yet so that's a plus. Jimin seems happier with Seokjin here. You know, it seems like everyone has someone except me. Seokjin and Jimin have each other and Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung have each other. I know, who would have thought? Heh. They're pretty cute, though, I must admit. If only you and I could be like them... Please wake up soon, Kookie. I'm falling apart without you. I need you here. Talk to you tomorrow."
Seven months after that...
Jeon Mansion Med Bay.
"He's flat-lining!"
"I need a defibrillator in here RIGHT NOW!"
"200 volts. One, two, three, charge!"
"Nothing!"
"400 volts! One, two, three, charge!"
"Still nothing!"
"600 volts. One, two, three, charge!"
"We don't have a pulse."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Min."
"Patient, Jeon Jungkook. Time of death, 13:53, October 27, 2016 (when I started writing this book, I have no idea why I made Yoongi and Seokjin 22. Guess it's in the past. Forget Back to the Future; it's Back to the Past!)."
17 days later...
Jeon Mansion Morgue.
The room is dark and cold, no lights are on and no one moves around the small space. Everything is still, silent, and where they should be, dead and unmoving.
Three beds are filled. Two contain unfortunate victims of Bangtan Soneyeondan's torture methods while the last holds what would once have been considered precious cargo.
The late heir of what was once Buleugi.
Jeon Jungkook.
His body lays there under a thin white sheet, his body bare, pale, and cold to the touch.
Ever so slowly, however, his body starts to produce heat.
A pulse begins, albeit slight.
Thump.
Barely noticeable.
Thump... thump.
Barely there.
Thump... thump... thump.
Barely noticeable, barely there, but there nonetheless.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
Steadily growing until it becomes healthy and consistent.
A finger twitches.
A lip drops open a fraction.
A muscle tightens.
An eyelid flutters.
Then another.
His mouth lets out a gasp and his eyes fly open.
A voice lets out a croak after years of disuse.
"W... where am I?"
Fin.
Unveiled will be released when we reach 3k views! You guys can do it!
Special thanks to wendellynebenjamin for helping me with this story.
Special thanks to all of you who stuck with me till the end! Please await Unveiled and all books following!
~SugaTaeWith_A_Kookie
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