Epilogue: WAIT
" Until when are you going to make me wait?" He sighs, letting his barefeet swing back and forth over the tickling tips of the grass. "Come on, it's been so long.." Seokjin lets his finger touch his only favorite flower, a white rose. This rose reminded Seokjin of him in many ways the first time he saw the flower when he got here. Its' colour was perfectly pure yet had flaws as noticable as its' thorns, just like him. He felt a sense of connection with this petite flower, and ever since then wherever he goes, this flower shows up. Just like right now, he was in a meadow, and the white rose was there beside him. Just like how he always was for him when they were together. Thus, making Seokjin name this rose, Namjoon. Everyday Seokjin's tears would pour whenever he saw this white
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