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Hi, everyone! The last official chapter is now out! There's still an Epilogue, but this is basically the end. I hope you enjoy these last parts!

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Disclaimer: Many of the characters aside from BTS are made up and BTS themselves are not BTS in this story. And, of course, I don't know the BTS boys personally so their personalities are probably mostly fictional.
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Beginning: Chapter 1
Warning: May contain mild language. Suggestive content.

SooJin POV

“Noona!” I was watching JiEun beat the daylights out of Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon on Super Smash Bros Brawl when I heard Taehyung call for me.

“What?” I called to him, unable to take my eyes off the awesome sight of JiEun putting them in their place. Tell us again that women aren’t as good as men at videogames.

“There’s a woman at the front gate. She’s looking for you. She started saying Jiyoung’s name.” I immediately looked to him. Who would be looking for me while calling me Jiyoung’s name? Unless it was someone I knew from before. I jumped up and joined Taehyung at the monitor. As soon as I saw her, I froze.

“Auntie…” I ran as fast as I could. My aunt was here. I had to see here. I had to catch her before she changed her mind. I barely noticed when my hip clipped one of the machines in the room. I just had to get to the gate. I was fumbling with the locks on the front door when someone grabbed my arm.

“What’s going on?” I looked at Jin’s worried face.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin followed.

“That’s my aunt—or I guess, Jiyoung’s aunt. But we—I—we were looking for her. And she’s here!”

“There’s no one there.” Yoongi’s words stopped me cold. She couldn’t leave!
I moved over to the monitor next to the front door and pressed the talk button. “Please don’t leave!” I pleaded desperately. “Please don’t leave!” I cried again. But my words were heard only by the wind. I ran outside, tears streaming down my face. She couldn’t leave again! I saw the taillights of a car pulling away from the gate. “Auntie!” I screamed as I ran. I was out of the gate and trying to run down the street after the car when arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides.

“SooJin,” came Jimin’s soothing voice. The side of his face pressed against mine. “SooJin…” I grabbed his arms tightly.

“Why did she leave?” I asked, not really expecting an answer. Maybe Jimin noticed, because all he did was hold me tighter.

“There’s an envelope!” JiEun yelled.

Jimin loosened his grip so I could turn around. JiEun held up an envelope. On the front, something was written. I held Jimin’s hand tightly as I pulled him back to the front gate with me. JiEun handed me the envelope. My name was written on the front.

I started to open the envelope, but Jin grabbed my hand. “C’mon, you need to come inside. It’s too cold and you’re wearing a T-shirt and no shoes.” I looked down and realized he was right. I hadn’t even noticed the cold until now, nor had I noticed the pain in my feet. Jimin picked me up bridal style and I squealed in surprise, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. The others failed to stifle laughs both at me and the warning glare Jin was giving Jimin. Jimin just shrugged, carrying me back inside. Everyone gathered in the living room to hear what the letter said.

I shakily opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. I started to read:

Dear SooJin,

If you’re reading this letter, then I apologize for not having the confidence to meet you face to face. I was afraid of the way you may look at me, afraid that you probably hate me. And I wouldn’t blame you for that. But I needed to write this letter, not to ask for forgiveness, but to explain. I can handle you hating me, but I can’t bear the thought of you hating my parents, the ones who were your grandparents for a short time. They truly loved you. Here is what happened:

When Jiyoung’s parents were killed, my parents took her in. I was barely able to support myself, and was a lot younger than my sibling, so I couldn’t take care of her. But my parents loved her deeply and treated her with as much love as any grandparents would give their grandchildren. When she disappeared at the gorge, they were completely devastated. They blamed themselves and refused to give up hope that she was still alive. Because of that, they refused to list her as dead. It was a small village, so everyone supported each other. As such, the local police allowed their reports to list her as missing since her body was never found.

Months later, I received a call from my parents saying that they had found Jiyoung. I was in complete disbelief, but at the same time, I was happy for them. I drove there immediately. When I got there, I knew something was wrong. You looked similar to Jiyoung, but you were not her. My parents went on to tell me how my father found you washed up on the shore of the river, almost dead. They brought you back and were nursing you. The local doctor was paying visits, though you hadn’t woken up yet. I didn’t understand how my parents could be so confused. I found out later that they were starting to develop Alzheimer’s.

When you woke up with no memory of who you were, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t bear to bring myself to tell them that you were not, in fact, Jiyoung. So I did my own research. I looked everywhere to find any reports of missing children in the area or surrounding areas. When I came up empty-handed, I knew there were only two choices: inform the authorities and let them take you away to some overcrowded, underfunded orphanage; or let my parents continue to think that you were their Jiyoung. It wasn’t a hard choice.

When they passed away a couple years later, the courts had to find a place for you. I was still in the same position, working four part-time, poorly paid jobs, just to try to pay rent and buy enough food to keep me able to work. I hated the thought of having to let you go, but I couldn’t take you. But I decided then that I needed to fix my life. I wanted to be able to get jobs that would allow me to take you out of the system and into my home.

I tried to visit you in the foster care they put you in, but the foster parents wouldn’t allow me to visit. I didn’t know why. I was working hard to try to get my life back on track and was finally starting to get there. That’s when your foster parents petitioned the court to let them adopt you. I tried to talk to them again and they threatened to file a restraining order. Then things became hectic and I was forced to move around a lot. I still drove by the house periodically, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you, but I never did.

If I had known the thing they did to you, though, I would have never left like that. I thought you were happy in that beautiful house. I thought you were cared for. So I left you alone. When I saw you on the news and heard who you really were, I was both happy and worried. I was happy that you had found your family, but worried that you may blame my parents for raising you as someone else’s daughter. And then I heard the rumors of what had happened to you with those people and I knew I had to contact you somehow. It took time to find your new house and then time to try to get my courage. Obviously, the last part did not go so well.

I’m sorry that I could not tell you in person, but I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive my parents. Everything they did was sincere and full of love. I hope I’m able to adequately convey that. I’m sorry that I couldn’t take care of you and ended up leaving you with those people, if the rumors are in fact true.

I understand if you do not wish to hear from me again. I wouldn’t blame you. But I don’t want to leave you alone in the dark if you do want to see me again, so I’m including my number. You don’t have to contact me, but if you want to yell at me or tell me you hate me or if, should you be the same kid as you were before, you want to just talk, you can contact me at any time. But don’t feel obligated if you don’t want to. And now I’m babbling with my writing. I apologize. Even if you’re not blood, I still care for and love you. If I should not hear from you again, I wish you a wonderful life with your family and friends. They look like good people.

At the bottom, she signed and left her number. I immediately grabbed my phone and called her.

“Hello?” I recognized her voice even all these years later.

“Why did you leave?” I cried.

“Ji—SooJin?” her voice broke.

“Why didn’t you stay and tell me all this in person? I ran after you.”

“I’m sorry. I was scared—“

“I don’t hate you. And I don’t blame you. Maybe I did for a short time a long time ago, but I came to realize that everyone has their own lives, their own problems, and there was no way you could have known what they were doing. No one knew.” I heard her let out a sob. “I know you’re headed home, so I won’t ask you to turn around, but can I see you soon? Whenever you’re not busy? I want to see you again. I’ve missed you.”

The next day, she came to the house again. This time, though, she came inside. I introduced everyone to her and we talked (and cried) for a while. She invited me back to her home for dinner with her and I happily obliged. I fell in love with her kids. For a few weeks after that, I continued to visit periodically. Jimin and Jin joined me a couple times, both together and separately.

Watching Jimin with the kids was interesting. At first, he was so hesitant. My aunt, as I continued to call her, had two kids, ages five and almost one. The five year old kept asking Jimin to piggyback her everywhere. I think she had a crush on him. Jimin was at first scared to hold the baby. He said he was afraid of holding her the wrong way or doing something wrong. But when she babbled at him, especially when she tried to repeat his name (sounding like ee-meem), and his face lit up, I could see him fall in love with the kids as well. He held her so gently when she fell asleep in his arms and I knew he would make a perfect father someday.

As my life continued on its wonderful track, I heard what happened to my adoptive parents and that doctor. After the press conference, and especially after Jimin’s and my post about our relationship, I became well-known, in both good and bad ways. But it never bothered me. I loved Jimin and I didn’t care what anyone else said. But the increased popularity of our ‘scandal’ also enticed the media to dig further into my past.

When they dug up the horrors on what I had been through, my adoptive family was thrust into the spotlight in a very bad way. Because of the statute of limitations, no amount of evidence could allow for a trial. However, that didn’t stop the public. The three of them went into hiding somewhere in the countryside in order to escape the hate and disgust directed at them. The doctor, however, was under a different set of rules. He lost his license and everything comfortable that came with it. But I didn’t care to take part of any of it. I let the media and society do their thing, I was happy where I was.

Namjoon and HyeMi informed all of us that they were now dating. While at my birthday party, the two became close while playing games together, but both were too afraid to say anything. Namjoon thanked me and Jimin for him being able to believe that there was hope for ‘people like him’. Namjoon had confessed the Monday after the party and HyeMi admitted to her own feelings as well. The two had decided to keep it quiet until they were certain of staying together, and until Namjoon could try to break it easily to his parents. They still weren’t happy. But the rest of us were.

Jungkook and JiEun had apparently become the campus couple. They were even at the point of talking about serious plans for the future. Yoongi brought his girlfriend over to meet us officially. Jimin and I celebrated our one, then two, and then three month anniversaries. And then we had our hundred days. Our hundred, perfect, beautiful days together.

Jimin took the two of us to a ski resort for the weekend. He taught me how to snowboard, and, though I was terrified, I loved it. I loved being with him and sharing our thrilling experiences together. With Jimin, there was never a dull moment. We snowboarded during the day and cuddled together at night. The suite he reserved for us had a gas fireplace that looked and sounded like a real fire. Because of work on Monday, Saturday night was the last night and we would leave after more snowboarding on Sunday.

That last night, we sat in front of the fire, my legs out in front of me, Jimin lying with his head on my lap. I played with his hair and stared down and him while he stared up at me. That beautiful eye smile kept my heart racing. When the smile left his eyes and slowly disappeared, I became worried.

“What’s wrong?” He turned his head towards the fire. “No.” I turned his head back to me. “Remember, we tell each other everything.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I just don’t know how to say it.” He sat up. I started to feel a little panicked. The bad voices that had disappeared started to pipe in telling me that he was going to break up with me, that I should’ve known better. But I did know better, so I ignored those voices. “You know I’m not breaking up with you, right?”

I looked at him in surprise. “Wh—“

“I can see those voices.” He leaned up, pulled my head down to him, and kissed me sweetly on the lips. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his soft lips. He leaned back. “I’m never letting you slip away,” he assured me.


“My parents suggested… that I get my enlistment done next year.” I felt my heart stop for a second. “They said it would be better to get it done earlier and get it out of the way. Then we’d have more continuous time to start our lives together. But that was just their suggestion. It’s you I’m planning on spending my life with. So… I want to know what you think. I know that we’ve only barely started us, so I know it’s not something either one of us want to talk about. But I don’t know if it would be worse to go sooner or to have to leave you when we’ve settled down. I just don’t know what to think.”

I patted the floor next to me and he moved there. I laid my legs across his lap and let his warm arms wrap around my shoulders. “I hate that we have to even think about it. I don’t want you to leave at all.”

“Me too,” he murmured, his lips against the top of my head.

“Maybe it would be better to do that earlier. If I’m immersed in my studies, maybe it’ll help distract me rather than waiting for me to finish and having more time to dwell on it.”

“Then… we’ll get married when I come back?”

“If you want to wait that long.” I stifled a laugh when I felt his torso move to try to look at me.

“Then, a shotgun wedding?”

“Our families and friends would kill us.”

“That’s true.” I closed my eyes and I snuggled deeper into his chest. I could hear his heart racing, making me smile. He moved slightly to help me be more comfortable. “So… if I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say?”

I laughed. “Like that’s a necessary question. Whenever you ask me, the answer will always be the same.”

“Which is?” I smacked his chest and glared playfully at him before snuggling back into my previous position. It was comfortable enough to fall asleep in and I let my eyes close again.

“Of course it’s yes, pabo.”

“Sorry, but I had to hear you officially say it.”

“Mmm… Is that so…”

“Yes, it is. So, do you want to put it on or should I?”


“I guess I should ask if you even like it first.”

“Like what?” I opened my eyes. In front of me was a beautiful ring, almost supernaturally radiant from the light of the fire. I felt my breath catch. The ring was a beautiful silver with small diamonds inlaid in increments around the entire band. On the top of it was a gorgeous, yet modest, diamond in the shape of a heart.

“I know you prefer silver over gold color so I got it in platinum. And I know you prefer modest jewelry, but this was as modest as I could go because you deserve something way more—“

I cut him off with a kiss. “I love it. But did you talk—“

“I already told my parents and asked your parents’ and Jin’s permission.”

“That sneaky brother of mine. He didn’t even—“

“Yeah, well, I kind of told him I’d kill him if he made you suspect. I didn’t even know if you would be ready this early in our relationship. I know it’s fast, but—“

“But that’s us. Once we got done being stupid, anyway. Now put the ring on my finger already before I snatch it out of your hands.”

He chuckled and gently took my hand. He pushed the ring up my finger until it rested in its natural position. He turned my hand over and kissed my palm. “I love you, my beautiful fiancé.”

“I love you too, my cute fiancé.”

“Yah.” I giggled, but was stopped when his lips started kissing a trail along the inside of wrist and up my arm. “I’ll show you who’s cute,” he growled when he reached the crook of my neck.
“Please do…”


Necessary fluffiness!!! Completely necessary! I loved writing this chapter, especially the last half. I hope I did well at wrapping it all up. All that's left is the Epilogue. Then, those of you who only read Jimin's story are welcome to read Hoseok's. But, of course, you don't have to. Thank you for taking this journey with me. There were some times (espcially when my comp crashed) where I just wanted to throw my computer and give up the story. I'm so glad I didn't. In the end, I really enjoyed writing it. Thanks for sticking with me on this journey. I love you guys!!!

Any unexpected emergencies aside, the Epilogue should be out on Saturday. See you all at our last meeting for this story.

Thank you @Mavis2478 for the story.

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<~<.... so you just gon' do me like that? You just gon' tug at my heart... and leave me a crying mess like dis?
@KittenFear ummmm... Yes, lol. Glad it was good enough to make u a mess. Gotta tug at them hearts, lol