***Special Chapter***

Epilogue

[a.n. unedited, MATURE content by the end. I wrote it so it's bearable, hopefully.]

Oki. He's found his mother in her home with her new family, a gate for tears that never end opened. With explanations and roads to start anew, he was surprised when she invited him in, confrontations soon lead to forgiveness and love.

Ella. She's found her voice, singing as an opening at the venue she caters for. The stage manager ranks himself to give her a friendly thumbs-up every time. It's a fair distance, him and her, and she lives in it by flaunting her voice. Money raised healthy.

Khalil. He's found himself a cheating girlfriend.
Jason. He's found himself a dream job at a book store off campus.

Namjoon. He's found his flow and a loving girlfriend that greets him outside of the venue each time he does a gig. Her name is whispered between them in sheets where he holds her petite body against his lanky one, hoping not to break her on accident when he sleeps.

Yoongi. He's found himself another iPhone.
Jin. He's found himself more mature-students as friends.
Hoseok. He's found himself a mild STI.

Jungkook. He's found himself a healthy relationship with his date from the dance, current boyfriend, and future husband: Kensi. A name the first-year hears in teases from his friends. Although, his sassiness never knocks down in comebacks. Ever.

Jimin and Pela. He's found himself an understanding girlfriend that will soon be his partner forever. So early into the relationship, the boy doesn't tell anyone how he thinks of marrying her and starting a family. Afraid to get teased by the boys for being whipped, he keeps his thoughts a secret when alone with her at night...unaware that she dreams the same futures while watching him sleep.

You. You've found yourself coursing in anxiety the sooner your tests arrive. Career and ambition ruled as a priority in your life, you work hard for your attorney status. Work and personal life are separate for you, proud and with arms open, you see your partner in survival: Taehyung, reach his own goals alongside you. Problems don't end quickly, and you work on jumping to conclusions less when fights between the two of you break. But trust is key, and you master it gradually. You learn to boost your assumptions less.

Taehyung. He's found himself stronger in will for change even when moments of relapse click for him to break. With breakdowns, here and there, he knows he will not get better overnight. Trips to his therapist outside of campus, trips to his job at the venue as a stage manager, and trips to see his now lasting partner in survival: you. The man never touches alcohol when he's frowning, while whitey stays as a failure in his past for good. He learns to villainize himself less.

[Kim Taehyung, a Wingman, has successfully fallen in love]

"What is this?" Your amusement hides behind the assertive tone you play out. Hand on your hip, your waist curves, screaming in seduction from the plunging maroon dress tight on your skin. "Did you hang this up in your wall before?"

Taehyung glances over at you from the only furniture he has set up in his new room.

Gaze drifting between the moving boxes stalked beside you, unopened and tampered, he stares at one you sneaked into. When catching the Playboy poster dangling from your fingers, he catches the familiar woman on the print and sees just how old and wrinkled the rolled-up possession is. He smirks. "Yeah, when I lived with Oki I had my baby up for as long as I could remember."

You hold the poster as if it's an ancient scroll needed to be read out to the surrounding villages. "Baby, huh?" your tongue pokes to your cheek. "I see...while your friends were out talking to real women, you were being pathetic and wanking off to the only art piece on your wall?"

The man's ears slowly start to flush. He has his back to you, loosening his watch on his wrist while letting it sit by his plugged lamp, the naked room needs more touches of design and unravel. The atmosphere screams the obvious; Taehyung's moved in recently with the money he's saved from paying back Ella, finishing school, and being requested ownership of the venue he used to work at as a stage manager four years ago. The side jobs as a saxophone teacher help, teaching private lessons to neighbouring children when he gets the chance.

He knows in his heart he'll surprise you with a key to his condo later this week. Taehyung wants you waking up beside him, permanently.

"It's sweet that you call it art," he coos, knowing you force away a smile without even glancing at your face. "But shouldn't you be happy I wasn't out and about? All my missed chances lead me to you. I mean, look at us, coming back from our anniversary dinner."

"Hm."

Taehyung's smirk grows. He turns in his suit, releasing his coat's few buttons while walking over. As you place his poster back into the old box, a yelp leaves your false pout when crashing into the man's torso. He holds you with an expression that would make you blush if you were a school-girl, but now a woman almost finished law school, you look at him in boredom.

"Ay! Getting jealous over a piece of paper from years ago?" He claims in an exaggerated accent. You try not to smile at the soft grips he gives your hips. "It's been almost four years, if you don't believe you're stuck with me at this point, I have nothing else to add."

"Ah, what a manly-man you are," you rub over his white dress shirt, feeling his chest that squares-up. The teasing runs past your lips, "I almost forgot how scared you got at dinner today? Remember? Your face looked like the red wine we bought thinking you ripped your suit pants."

Taehyung tries not to relive the frantic frenzy from earlier. It was a close call. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, "You'd understand if you felt how tight my pants were. I really thought I'd embarrass the both of us."

"I wouldn't feel embarrassed," You whisper, fingers pulling away his coat by the collars, wanting it to sneakily fall off his shoulders. "If anything, I would've just played with your cute butt if it was out. I would've talked to the guy and fed him some of my pasta. I'm sure everyone around would've loved the show."

Taehyung chuckles. The warm breath is sweet and smells of an aftermath of wine and mints, once hitting your cheek. "Four years and you're still flirting as if I'm blindly in love with you. I see the weirdness more now, you realize that we aren't so young anymore right?"

"You going to leave me for my weird acts?" You pout, having the coat fall to the ground in a success. "After everything we've been through?"

The man lifts his chin in a dance to tap yours, wanting to kiss your lips but halting when feeling your fingers pinch his bottom lip. He stops. For the years he's known you, pinching his lips when this close has always been a cry for quick attention. Used to the gesture, the man blinks and waits for your lips to say what they want.

Taehyung's attentive, waiting patient as he strokes his hand away from your hip and over to your cheek. He brushes hair and cups your cheek, nudging his knuckle into your cheekbone when you give him kiss-me-eyes yet don't let him kiss you a second time when he leans in. "What is it?" he asks.

In response, you give him the same look again and let his lips go. The man is hesitant, brows knit while caving his head over. When his forehead rests to yours and his breath is something you taste on your tongue already, your index finger tilts over his bottom lip. More concerned than frustrated, Taehyung catches your eyes close to his stand, meeting blurry vision as he asks, "What? What is it?"

"I want to fuck."

His eyes widen the most. Head yanked back, body still glued to yours, Taehyung's reaction seems as if he's caught a foul remark from a stranger. He heats your cheeks, adding on to the embarrassment of the ugly words used.

"I want us to make love," you correct and the redness spreading on his cheeks makes you fumble with words. "I-I, okay, I mean only if you want to. If you don't want to I totally understand since you've been so patient and amazing for me, I'll do the same for you b—"

"Yes yes," Taehyung nods his head more than necessary. Your flushing state eases into a smiling one when seeing his excitement, he tries to hide. "I mean," he clears his throat, noticing the eagerness, "Only if you're ready."

"Are you ready?"

"I've been ready," he blurts.

You chuckle, nodding and suspecting to feel his pants already tight while pressed against him.

"Why now?" he asks breathless, blinking too often. It's as if he thinks of this moment as a dream and that hurts your heart in the best way.

With a shy smile, you hug the nape of his neck and conceal your breasts to his chest. He holds back a noise that grows for a growl at the back of his throat. "I've been thinking about that night we had after meeting your parents. We talked about marriage, children, and all that we want for the future. We got close to having sex that night and...I don't know...I didn't feel wrong for wanting it. For wanting you then—especially when you pulled away like a gentleman when I told you to stop."

He stares at your eyes, softened from his horniness for a moment. "Then why'd you tell me to stop?" he asks, to which you say, "I hadn't groomed myself since the last time we got close to fooling around." Taehyung's brows jump. The both of you laugh.

"You really think I'd stop just 'cause of what? A little hair?"

You can't meet his eyes for a second and Taehyung purses his lips from spitting out another laugh. "I see," he laughs, "Little miss ape's been too busy with work and school, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." You slap his back, feeling the strength around his spine. "I was feeling a little insecure."

"Insecure?" Taehyung's forehead crinkles. "How come? I know you grow hair babe. I waxed your armpit once remember? When I was being a curious moron? Oh, and then there's your study weeks when you don't shave your legs in the winter and I have it pinch my skin when we cuddle." He laughs when you whine, telling him to shut up again. "What?" he laughs, "I'm not lying!"

"This is getting out of hand, we're supposed to be setting the mood not talking about my gross patterns when stressed!"

"You're not gross, you're still beautiful to me even when your arm hair outgrows mine." His cheeks are big, holding in breath for the last slap you give. Unamused, you push away from him and circle around his dying frame, hearing the lovely calls for you to come back.

"Goodnight," you grumble, struggling to get out of your necklace while walking to his bathroom.

It isn't a surprise to feel him back-hug you, capturing your escaping body from moving about any longer. He sinks to your neck, apologizes. You elbow his chest, wiggling like squirming worm against him. Failure marks your efforts when the man holds tight, lifts you up, and has a gasp break out from the fall he makes.

Taehyung throws you on his bed. You bounce on the mattress that cries, springs new and never experienced such an impact. As you push out a scold and sit up, Taehyung's hands pinch your outer thighs, pushing you up closer to his pillows and in the middle of his sheets. As your chest heaves for air and the sides of your dress slip, he's teased with a flash of your nipple as you go back to hide the dress needing no bra.

He hovers over for a leap of his own, lop-sided grin appearing when you swallow down your angry shouts as soon as his nose nuzzles yours. Straddling your lying form, he catches your slip of clothing and groans in want, eagerly wanting your mouth open for his.

You clasp his lips with your palm and stop him. He groans in frustration this time, moving your hand away and pinning it by your head. You look to his hold on your fingers, then back to his eyes. "Lie on your back," you whisper, fitting into his sexual fantasy as he obeys with a sigh.

Taehyung lies beside you, hugging your waist tight to him and waiting for you to climb on top. As he does, you rush for a pounce. Off the bed in an instant, the man hollows out a, "No," as he fails to grab you back into the bed. From the attempts, Taehyung lays on the side of the bed, head sinking into the pillow while watching you fix your dress.

He reaches over and slaps your ass. Hard and causing a sound to erupt from your own throat, he smiles shy when you glare back at him. "Come play around with me," he says, extending his hand.

You ignore his hand, huffing in a breath and walking around his room in search for your heels.

He watches you in silence for a while. The next you see him to ask if he remembers where you put your shoes, you freeze when catching him loosening his belt, his hand teasing his own junk, untucking his dress shirt.

When he catches you staring, his brow tips up and a sly grin holds ground. "You were just minding your own business?" Then he shoos your vision away with his free hand.

Flushing, it takes a few good blinks to have you whip your head away.

"They're in the bathroom," he mumbles with uneasy breaths. Your chest heaves, feeling his eyes buried into your back as you move around his bed and work your way to the second enclosed space. As you enter, the man says, "...check the bottom shelve of the sink cabinet. Do that first before making your decision to leave."

Feeling a bubbling of overwhelming emotions within you, want blinds your own eagerness as you flake on your own will. You see your heels and hold them in your fingers. As you reach for the door, you allow your curiousity to swallow you whole. As you dip into a crouch and see the cabinet. You find what he wants you to see and narrow your eyes. With clenched teeth, you grab it and say, "This son of a—"

Taehyung's standing up, waiting for you to exit the bathroom. Close to his bed, he works down the buttons of his shirt, revealing the skin below. As he reaches the final few buttons, the door yanks, your bare feet storm out, and a box of condoms is thrown to his chest. "No thank you!" you yell as he bends to pick it up.

"Really now?" he asks, tearing open of box from the side and pulling a closed wrapper out. When he looks at you next, the cockiness in his glances screams how he reads past your overreacting anger. He places the condom his watch, the box full close by on the table.

"I'm leaving now."

"Sure, you are."

"You're unbelievable."

"Come here and kiss me."

"No," you snap, "Have fun with your blue balls tonight."

"Come here."

"No."

"I've got ya," he grins as his hands finally meet your wrist, tugging you towards him in a fight you don't try for.

"Let me go."

"Do you really want me to?" He asks, staring at you once your hands let go of your heels and feel up the muscles stalked on his stomach.

You purse your lips and Taehyung only smiles larger when seeing that you've re-touched your lipstick when inside the bathroom earlier. Hands back to his nape, dress scratching his vulnerable flesh, lips perk on his that welcome his shining teeth first.

"No," you say into his mouth, "Don't let me go."

Taehyung hugs your waist and fingers the hem of your dress. As you feel him tug your panties, you slide his shirt and have that fall the same as his coat. His pants fall next as you kiss his pecks, ribs, and stomach. Feeling the outlining of his briefs, hesitancy dawns so he cups your cheeks, brings your tongue to fight with his. He distracts you in tasting the bitter of the wine and the freshness of the mints, while you know he tastes wine and bitter calm of lipstick faintly painting his flushed lips. He groans when feeling your nipples perk against his naked skin. You moan in response, knowing of his growth jab into your stomach, desiring you.

Your dresses arms fall when he trickles them away. He stares at you and you try to hug your arms on your breasts. Taehyung shakes his head, sinks to kiss around with his tongue committing to flips, and has your head arch back, a mating purr signal out. The man's hands fan over your bottom, squeezing as you whimper and find strength to look down at him working each breast.

The lower he goes, so does your dress. Soon, you're naked and his fingers dig in you for a wet teasing as you hug his bicep and try to breathe. Knees shake, body hollows a pained whine, and you turn, back plopped on his sheets while legs spread open for his mouth.

You aren't shy with the noises you make.

His lips are soaking when his tongue moves to play with yours again. You can't breathe from earlier, still in shock from the pleasures he played forth. Legs wider, the shyness delivers in distant memories with his anxiety that refrains in nerves he doesn't cope with right now. You taste how you taste and don't know whether to crinkle in awkward disgust or moan more in horny. Choosing the latter, neither are nervous when Taehyung's briefs shake off and he springs free for your mouth sloppily bobbing.

He isn't shy with the noises he makes.

When he gets enough of your slobber, you blush and apologize, and he smiles and tells you it's okay. Having you on your back with the condom ripped with his fingers, you watch him with a warm face, seeing his length fit for you, wraps itself angry in the stretched sheet.

You don't know how many hours its been for his kisses to soak the sheets under your legs again. He plays with your untouched bits, perversion taking over the innocence you once knew and readying you for the man that splurged early into your mouth. He keeps going going going going and you're in a sweating state. The want to breathe doesn't triumph how he makes you feel so you let him some more. You cry. You cry in silence from the good he makes of you, clawing his scalp and clenching his head between thighs.

Dirty whispers vanish as soon as he's inside you later. Your tired body aches, memorizing his fit in the tightness of yours. "H-How're you feeling? Are you okay?" You nod, smile, kiss him, then sink into a tight hug when he's too rough the next minute. Hips slow, his eyes would speak, "I love you, are you okay? I love you. I love you." You know you'll cry later and hug him to sleep. For right now, you savour these emotions and whimper, "I love you," letting your womanhood pound in with love that he fires from skin meeting skin.

His bed has a headboard and four legs, stable enough to hold any nights with a family ahead.