Epilogue

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I hated horror movies.

Always had.

But not tonight.

I munched on my popcorn, watching unimpressed as the dumb young lady on the TV screen cautiously made her way down the stairwell of the dark basement with only a small flashlight.

Idiot, I couldn't help but think internally.

Abruptly the screen flickered and a monstrous demon appeared, fangs bared and letting loose a terrible computer generated roar as it lunged for the young lady in her nightgown. She let loose a staged scream.

Less than two feet away from me was a pile of blankets, a totally different set of screams that certainly was not staged, rose up as six young men clambered for each other in fear at the 'jumpscare.'

"Why did you choose this movie, Yoongi hyung?" Hoseok wailed, "I thought you loved me!"

"Y/N, pass me the popcorn please," Yoongi sighed.

I shoved another handful of the food in my mouth before passing it to him.

"Augh, demons are so terrifying," Jin whimpered, wrapping more of the blankets around his neck.

"I never want to meet one in my life," Taehyung agreed.

Yoongi and I exchanged bemused glances.

It had been 7 months since Itzborough, and as time passed on, my entire time at the other dimension was becoming more hazy as if some sort of dream. Part of me wondered if I myself was losing my own memories from there.

At first, it had been so disorienting coming back to Earth. The purple hair had instantly disappeared and I felt certain lightness in me I hadn't felt for ages. And then I'd looked up and found myself staring at seven groaning, disoriented men before me.

From then on, it was history.

Bangtan members had all dark hair and dark eyes upon Earth, which was a massive shock at first. No more jewel like eyes, or hair. In a few days, they were slowly interacting with each other again.

Nothing like before. But all of them had recalled the correct memory upon being sent back, even Jungkook. They knew each other's names and were slowly bonding with each other.

None of them had actually questioned their strange memory loss, and I had made up a story that all of them had been in an accident or something. Them all waking up in my living room had been the tricky part to try and lie myself out of.

It wasn't until only 2 months ago that Yoongi had approached me. It was true: he could recall a few other memories from the past. Not all of them, but memories out of context ranging from the Mad King's War itself, to turning Jimin into a marshmallow once, and even seeing Si-Hyuk the Shadowseer.

And memories were still coming back to him little by little.

Another scream ripped me from my thoughts as the women on the screen was now desperately trying to run from the monster.

"Turn left, turn left!" Jungkook began screeching at the screen. "NO! Not that way! It's a dead end!"

I chuckled a little. Jungkook had still been a little ill even when he'd first touched down on Earth, but now he was back to his usual bubbly self. It was weird though. These Bangtan members were similar in so many ways to the demons in Itzborough, but they were still different.

More naïve.

More innocent.

"Okay, that's it," Yoongi groaned when Hoseok let loose the loudest scream yet and erupted from the blankets on the ground, flinging himself onto Yoongi's lap in terror.

The demon had caught the lady and begun chomping at her

"Y/N, hand me the remote please!"

"Don't worry, I got it," I snatched the remote and switched off the TV.

"Taehyung w-will you sleep with me tonight?" Jungkook whimpered a little.

"Only if you fight any demons who try and attack me," Taehyung replied.

"No way!"

"Then no deal!"

"Everyone time for bed," I clapped my hands. "Remember, it's the last night everyone is sleeping here."

Just recently, with the help of Yoongi, we'd finally gotten all the young men apartments of their own. Tonight was the last night with all seven guys in my apartment, which was a relief.

I'd been accepted into the art university and it was hard to paint and focus when Namjoon and Jin were arguing whose turn it was to clean the dishes, or when Jungkook was chasing Yoongi because he stole underwear from him.

"I'm going to bed," I announced, tossing the remote carelessly to the side. "So if all of you will stop screaming it'd be greatly appreciated."

No one seemed to hear me. Yoongi was struggling to get Hoseok off his lap while the others were all now beginning to fight over the blanket.

I headed to the kitchen to grab my last minute glass of water and almost yelped in surprise when no other than Holly burst out of the kitchen, barreling towards me. In a flash I reached down and scooped up the little dog in my arms before he could fully run into my legs.

"What am I going to do with you?" I sighed as Holly wagged his tail at me, tongue sticking out and lolled to the side. "You're Yoongi's dog but I'm the one who has to always walk, feed, and give you water."

"Y/N?"

I looked up in mild surprise as Jimin now appeared in the kitchen doorway. His eyes were still huge meaning he was still having flashbacks to the CGI demon eating the woman.

"Jimin," I lowered Holly. "I thought you'd be still fighting over the blankets."

"So I was wondering," Jimin hummed, ignoring my remark.

Ever since coming to earth, Jimin had lost a lot of his sarcastic, more sassy edge and had become a bit more of a softie. But it was gradually returning as he seemed to grow more comfortable reverting to his personality.

"I know this might sound kind of bad and rushed," Jimin cleared his throat.

"Uh-oh," I leaned against the counter, taking a sip from my water.

"Would you be my girlfriend?"

I spat out my water.

Jimin winced, alarmed at my reaction. "I mean, I just... you know I've told you about the weird memory and whatever... but like..."

I slammed down the glass on the counter. "If we weren't actually dating before then what the hell do you call all the times we've gone out together not to mention all the times we've kissed?!" I yelled.

Jimin's eyes widened. "I don't know! I just never asked you officially to be my girlfriend and it didn't occur to me until literally just now when you reminded us it's our last night."

"Good grief, Jimin, you really can be an idiot sometimes you know?" I sighed.

"Hey, I'm not the one who thought who asked what Obama's last name was!"

"First of all, I was drunk and tired," I held up a finger. "Second of all... I was drunk and tired."

Jimin chuckled, approaching me until he could gently wrap his arms around me. "Let's call those times we've gone out and kissed the pre-dating steps," he said. "This is real dating time now."

"We've gone to restaurants, a few parks, the toilet factory, and several art museums," I listed off all the places we'd gone together, just the two of us, in the past 7 months. "What do you call a real date then?"

"Hm, I was thinking along the lines of the dark rooms, dim lights, where tension fills the air," he winked.

"A haunted mansion then?" I frowned.

Jimin froze. "Are you kidding me?" he groaned. "Scratch asking Obama's last name being your dumbest question, cause this just topped it."

"What did I ask wrong?" I complained. Dark rooms, dim lights, tension... yeah! A haunted house or whatever, what else could it be?

"Let me clarify," Jimin sighed, pushing me up against the counter now and laying a hand boldly laying a hand on my hip. "Dark rooms."

"Okay."

His hand drifted up to my chin. "Dim lights."

"Mmhmm," my mind was starting to grow a little foggy as he now leaned forward a little.

"Tension filling the air," he was now all but whispering. "And it's just the two of us."

Just as he pressed his mouth to mine it clicked.

And by mother of nunchucks was I stupid!

Dark room? Dim lighting? Good grief! He might as well have said silk sheeting and sensual jazz music.

Just as I began to help deepen the kiss the lights of the kitchen flickered.

Instantly panic coursed through me and I was about to scream bloody Mary if it hadn't been for the voice right afterwards.

"Yo! Love birds! Take your kissing upstairs where it belongs and not where I cook meals! It's bad enough Yoongi and Hoseok are starting to do it in the living room!"

Jin was standing in the entrance of the kitchen. A few pieces of his hair were sticking straight up in the air from wrestling the bed covers with Namjoon and the others.

"It's technically my kitchen," I looked over Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin grinned a little and glanced at me. "You heard the old man."

"Old what?" Jin yelled, infuriated.

"Time to take things upstairs," Jimin ignored him, smirking at me.

And that's exactly what we did.

-The End-
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