~32. Tried for six years and failed

                                    

                                          

                            
                              
                                
                                
                              
                            
                            
                          
 I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li
Jimin woke up to Taehyung glaring at him. He all but giggled, knowing his friend was worried. 
"Have you any shame, Jimin?" Taehyung unfolded from the lounger chair and crossed his arms against his chest. 
Jimin's smile diminished slowly. "Where is Rose?" Peering at the door hoping to see his wife carrying his son, he found no one. He craned his neck back to look at Taehyung.
"She's outside. Iseul was crying and she didn't want to wake you," Taehyung's voice softened as he stepped closer to the bed but hesitated. "You are going to be fine. Don't scare her again. She really thought those were your last words."
"Sit," Jimin patted the mattress and the other male's gaze averted to find Jimin's pure eyes. "Please." 
Taehyung couldn't say no as he settled beside his bedridden friend. There was a time when he hugged Jimin to sleep whenever he was stressed, but their worlds were tilted now. He had been helplessly reminded repeatedly every time he looked at Jimin's face that Jungkook had chosen. 
He had begged Jungkook to reconsider. Jungkook decided to end his life rather than be with him. Every time those thoughts crossed his mind, they torched a spark of hate so grudgeful that he hated Jimin with his entire being.
"Today made me realize that Iseul won't have a father figure if something were to happen to me," Jimin began in a sad voice. "My father doesn't have time for my family and Rose's father will mold him into his puppet."
"Shut up," Taehyung spat angrily, schooling his facial features into nonchalance. "I know where are you going with this. I dare you to finish this sentence and I'll kill you with my own hands."
"You'd love that. Wouldn't you?" Jimin chuckled sourly. He breathed, blinking his eyes to plunge the tears back into his eyes while sitting up. His palm held Taehyung's shoulder for support. "I want you to be his godfather, just in case."
Taehying scoffed, not believing what he was hearing. His throat was starting to constrict and he didn't know why the fuck was his cornea burning. He stood up in haste, causing Jimin to innocently look up at him and wait for his response. "Don't ever die on me, Jimin. I hate you, and I want you to live a long, suffering life."
Jimin grinned now, shamelessly at that while he rubbed his eyes. "How long are you going to keep this up between us, huh?"
Yes, Taehyung thought. How long? He has been dying to hug Jimin and cry his heart out, to tell him that he was broken, too. He wanted to apologize and dared to think if things could go back to how they were. But he could either choose his obsession or friendship.
He almost wanted to quit his long pursuit of finding Jungkook after looking at his friend's face. But then he reminded himself that more than anything, he needed to see Jungkook for himself. He couldn't abandon his quest now when he was so close. Year after year, he faced nothing but disappointment. His private investigators failed every time, but Namjoon finally found Jungkook, or rather the city he was in.
He looked at Jimin, his eyes begging him to wait for some more, that he would come running to him after he'd find Jungkook.
He waited for Namjoon's call like a person with an anxiety disorder, every hour, every minute of the day. Any day now. He could feel it in his gut that he would see Jungkook any day. And then he would return to Jimin to beg for forgiveness and also to forgive him.