White Tiger Epilogue

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My eyes slowly opened and I saw a white ceiling. I was at the hospital. I looked around and tried to figure out what was going on and why I was here. I saw a man sitting in the chair next to the window, looking into his phone. I knew who he was. What surprised me were bandages peaking from under his sleeves and neck hole. Was he hurt? I didn't know. 

"You said you'll never come back," my voice came out all cracky and hoarse, almost not like mine. 

His head shot up and looked into my eyes, corners of his lips softly lifting up. "You're up," he said softly and I almost rolled my eyes at his idiotic smile. "Joon's gonna punch me again," he chuckled and stood up.

"What?" I didn't understand. 

He looked at me and smiled. "You were put into the unconscious state by a drug that was way too strong for your small body, plus you were already out of energy with everything that happened. You were in a coma for the past few weeks and we were unable to wake you up. Joon usually stayed at this room day and night but well he has to take a shower or eat so, me and family took turns here obligated to contact him right away when you'll open your eyes," he smirked. "He said if you're wake up with me in the room and I won't let him know within one minute he'll punch me because I'm your ex."

I must've looked like a dumb child and he just laughed at me and sit next to me at the bed making sure he doesn't touch me. He took out his phone and called someone putting it on speakers. 

"What do you want?! I'm in the shower!" I heard Joon's voice and my eyes started to water. Was this a heaven? Was I dead? Or was everything just a bad dream?

"Your lovely mate woke up dumbass!" Yoongi said in mocking tone and I hit his arm. "And he's already beating me!"

"What? Wait wait WHAT THE HELL!" the set of swearing, some weird sound, he hitting something and another swearing could be heard. "I'll be there in a second! Where the fuck is towel when I need it!!" and phone call got declined. At that point, I was crying and laughing at the same time. I was alive. Namjoon was alive. Even Yoongi was here. 

His dumbass ass, alpha Kim Namjoon, was here and I wanted to just get up from my bed and go after him right away, but Yoongi stopped me. "Your body is out of energy. You have to rest. Don't you remember that you two didn't bond yet? Your body isn't ready for heat," he was right. 

Sighing, I lay back into bed and let him call a nurse to ask for some water and food for me. Soon, like really soon, the door of my room exploded opened and there he was, Kim Namjoon, standing in a bathrobe and breathing heavily. He rushed to my bed like he'd tackle me with the titan's hands of his but Yoongi pushed against him, making Joon growl and if I didn't know Yoongi was strong enough to face him, I was sure Namjoon would kill Yoongi like a one punch man.

"Look, you two can either wait a week or so till Jimin's body will gain it's strength back OR just fucking go into mating right away and you'll hurt him," he said obviously frustrated. 

Namjoon stood back and sighed, then sat the side of my bad and with a towel over his fingers he cupped my cheek. I could feel the warmth coming from his palm and nuzzled against it. "I misse - ou," I said with my voice cracking midway but I knew he felt my words deep within his being. 

"I missed you too," I looked up and saw a teardrop falling down his face. Mates or not, I loved him like I never loved anyone else. His big opened heart and kindness made up for his idiocy and dumb self in harmony I had hard to explain, but my soul and my brain finally agreed on the fact this man was someone made just for me and was able to do everything to make me happy without the need to worry about anything. I wanted to make him just as happy as he made me in such a short time. I sat straight, looking at him in the eyes and took a towel, covering half of his face with it and kissed him on the lips for the first time. I knew it wouldn't end up in heated make-out season nor it was any much romantic, but I felt like I had to do it, to remind myself this man is here, bit warm cuddling chair for my personal use. 

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