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I made spaghetti. And garlic bread. And I set the table. And I cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed the living room, and made our bed. My bed. Our bed.

I sat on the kitchen floor with my back to the warm stove, waiting to feel End's everpresent bond swell with closeness. Void's presence was noticeable too, it was beneath and around and twisting around End's connection as though End were the one who tied us together. That could make sense.

I came back to myself when I heard the door and the shuffling of Yoongi and Hoseok taking off their shoes. I blinked a few times, yawning once before I pulled myself up off the floor and went out to greet them.

"Hi, how was work?"

Two voices in unision announced, "Ass"

I giggled and they looked at each other, chuckling awkwardly. "Dinner's ready, I'm glad you were able to make it Seok. Yoongi didn't answer right away so I made more than I usually would. Its just spaghetti, I hope you like it."

"Thank you for inviting me, it smells delicious." Hoseok bowed his head slightly.

It was all very formal, despite me trying to keep it relaxed. I'll just have to pull out the wine.

Everyone was quiet at first, eating, because, of course, they were hungry. I let the quiet drag on, waiting for Yoongi to start the conversation. This had started when he had that dream.

"I keep dreaming about the tree." Yoongi whispered finally. "They're getting worse."

"That's why I went to find you, I thought you might've been sending the dreams somehow."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't doing that. The tree might have something to do with it."

I looked between the two of them, just hoping for some sort of answer. "I think I only passed out cuz of a panic attack, so we can rule that out of things to blame on the tree."

Hoseok frowned, but Yoongi nodded, "I think we were all on edge that night."

Yoongi paused between bites, "Is that what caused your being sick?"

Hoseok shifted uncomfortably, "That's not relevant."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure." He smiled tightly, gripping his fork so hard his knuckles were turning white.

Yoongi looked like he was about to ask another question, but I put my hand on his leg beneath the table, quietly conveying that it wasn't the topic to press. He blinked between Hoseok and me, nodded and mumbled a quiet apology.

"How do we get rid of the tree?"

"I don't think we can, I already ended it and now its in Void's realm of control. Do you have any ideas?"

Hoseok was quiet, staring down at his fingers, "I have it upstairs. I... keep it like its still alive."

Yoongi blinked, shaking himself almost. "What do you mean?"

"I water it and clip the leaves sometimes. It doesn't grow, I just... I liked having it. Because it brought you to me when I was lonely."

It was my turn to blink. The thought of him caring for the dead tree filled me with incredible sadness. He was lonely. And he had once loved Yoongi as I always did. Swallowing to hold back tears I got up from my seat and hugged him. 

"Hoseok, you," and I was crying. "You don't have to keep it any-m-more, you have us now."

Yoongi's hand was on my hair, ruffling it softly even as he was quietly unsure. But I could feel it. The three of us were gonna be okay, this...

This .... was another Beginning.

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