Hii!! I know it has been long but first of all, thank you so much for 50k+ reads on my book. I really never thought I would be able to reach this milestone I am so so grateful and happy ^^
As a thank you gift for my dear readers, I decided to make an alternative ending for Diary! For everyone who shed their tears and requested me to give a happy ending I finally worked on this chapter :D

But there is a twist. That's why I named it 'extended' ending. If you wish the story to end on heartwarming notes, you may not continue reading after ***** symbol!
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Cold, almost chilling winds blew vigorously hitting against the leafless branches of dried trees, making them shake and shed off the snow that rested atop.

There was snow, snow everywhere as far as eye could see.

In the less populated town area that located on the outskirts of the city, there was much more open space and nature amongst the beautiful houses that occupied the place.

Park Jimin rubbed his gloved hands together, squirming a bit when the freezing winds striked again. He held on to the yellow handmade muffler wrapped around his neck. A cloud of hot mist escaped his mouth as he exhaled a sigh. A sigh of perhaps relief, or nervousness.

His eyes sighted right at the old fashioned vintage nameplate in front of him. That clearly read out the letters he had been searching for so long, "Min Family Residence". He was there, yes he was finally there. Daegu. In the neighborhood where Min Yoongi's family was supposed to reside. This one had to be their house.

Determination, as it could be termed the closest to what lighted in Jimin's bright irises. He was here with a purpose. A purpose to fulfill for his own sanity and well being. A purpose to get that constant uneasiness off his chest, for once and for ever...

Getting over the boy who wrote a whole diary for him, and trying to move on was never as easy as Jimin thought it should. Day and night, morning and evening, Jimin's thoughts would only be full of him. The boy's dedicated words, his feelings of such innocent love, and that one sketch capturing his breathtaking beauty. All would swirl around Jimin's head like a never ending whirlwind.

The boy had really come to occupy a place too special in Jimin's heart.

Another thing that would bother Jimin were his own feelings of unacceptance and possible doubts revolving Yoongi's disappearance. Despite the explanations and proofs being directly in front of him, he could not help but wonder what if? What if there could be some hope? What if there was still a chance he could see Yoongi?

He knew he was almost going crazy with these stupid assumptions, but what he also knew was... his conscience would never truly feel at ease until he visited Yoongi's grave himself. That was exactly what he needed. He needed to visit Yoongi's grave and give his condolences. Which would give him his answers and relieve him the guilt of never noticing Yoongi before. He would talk his heart out until all he wanted to say would be expressed. And maybe then... Jimin would be able to move on with peace.

So Jimin decided to find more information about the situation. Not much could be found but it was enough to get himself going. He discovered that immediately after the failed surgery, Yoongi's family had moved back to their hometown in Daegu, along with Yoongi's body.

...And here Jimin was. Catching a train from Seoul to Daegu, and then a bus to reach the place in the outskirts, the address as Min Family's neighbours in Seoul had told about.

It was a big spacy neighborhood with quite a bit of nature here and there. Took Jimin great time to get to place his footsteps up front the Min Family's  residence as he stood now. Surprisingly, the gate was open, allowing Jimin a free entrance through the way in their snow filled garden upto the door of the house.

Jimin hesitated for a moment before putting his right foot forward. The old red book by the name of Diary clutched between his arm and side, he slowly ventured into the place, hugging himself as his thick long coat and two layers of sweaters inside did not seem to help the freezing temperatures. The sharp winds only adding to the bearing.

It was so much different than his apartment back in Seoul, he thought. Much calmer and tranquil contrasting with the ever so noisy and busy city he lived in. Reminded him of his hometown in Busan.

He wondered what he would say to Yoongi's family. They would possibly not deny to tell him the way to Yoongi's cemetery right? Or to let him pay his condolences. He had planned to introduce himself as an old friend in university. And he was so sincere to visit Yoongi's grave. Of course they will let him.

Jimin stood still holding his breath after he pressed a finger to ring the doorbell. He could hear growing footsteps sounding from inside. For some reason, he felt some anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

The door opened...and came into view the most beautiful boy Jimin had ever seen in his life.

No, it couldn't be...

"Y-Yoongi?"

The unsure voice involuntarily escaped Jimin's trembling lips. His eyes widened as big as saucer plates and body totally glued to the spot. Jimin's face turned pale as if he had just seen a ghost, or perhaps he really did.

The beautiful boy reciprocated the reaction, clearly not believing his own eyes. The broom he had been holding in his hands fell down to the floor with a thud, suddenly coming to Jimin's notice.

"J-Jimin?"

The deep voice with hints of rasp almost ringed a bell in Jimin's head. He had heard it years before too, but never really acknowledged much to the details.

"Min Yoongi?" He confirmed again, as if scared. The anxiety rising up to his throat this time.

The said boy wordlessly nodded his head. Probably wanting Jimin to initiate the conversation, though his own eyes depicted too much emotion at the moment.

"You're not de– you're alive?"
Jimin spoke trying to be careful with his words. The whole situation was so confusing, a bit scaring and very very overwhelming with such mixed feelings, Jimin could not handle it. Definitely not.

The boy paused for a moment before replying, his head turned down, "You have read my diary, didn't you?"

Jimin did not speak.

"It's been four years, Jimin...why now?"

The boy's voice came out light and wavering. Something glittery shined in his eyes that he cowered his head lower in efforts to hide.

"I..." Jimin was failing at words to convey himself. He could only apologetically stare at the boy with guilt, so much guilt. He stopped his mind from any processing thought to calmly reply, "I'm sorry".

"Tell me Jimin, why now?" The boy raised his hand up to wipe his eyes, trying to regain stability.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi." Was all Jimin could reply.

Yoongi did not probe further. He nodded in understanding. Imagining the worst case scenarios that could lead to such delay of four whole years. He sighed, "I did not die..."

Jimin's body stiffened again. He clutched onto the diary tighter. There was too much tension and a sense of awkwardness in the air, he forgot how badly the weather was troubling him just minutes ago.

Yoongi continued in his best efforts to not lose composure, "...that surgery was not a full success, but not a failure either. Everyone thought I died at first. Turned out, I had went in an extreme coma. My case was very critical. The doctors had given up their word, said I might die soon and only prayers could save me. And after then my family left Seoul, and came here to Daegu with my body."

A sudden dry chuckle erupted from the boy's throat, frightening a very tense Park Jimin.

Maybe Min Yoongi was indeed a ghost.

"I did not die... Jimin I managed to survive."

"How is your condition now?"

"Perfectly fine. Out of my coma and back to living like any other normal person."

Jimin just noticed how red his own nose had become. And maybe there was a warm, wet something rolling down his cheeks. But he could care less.

"I'm so happy to see you." Yoongi breathed out, flashing a bright smile at Jimin. And Jimin melted.

It was that beautiful, and so very adorable gummy smile full of genuine joy that made Jimin realise how deep he had fallen. How smitten he was for the boy.

"Thank you Min Yoongi, for being alive."

Yoongi shook his head, "Fate must have let me live for a reason...so thank you Park Jimin..." pearly tears started to flow down his cheeks like stream of pixie dust, "You found me."

Jimin's body lunged forward, in a motion to greet and engulf Yoongi into his embrace.

"No, I found love."

The Diary fell down to the ground with a slight thud.

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Cool, chilly winds blow swiftly hitting against the strong glass of the window frame, making its metal hinges slightly shake and make a faint noise.

It is winters, but there is no snow as far as eye could see.

In the highly populated busy area that locates in the heart of the city, the space is cramped and nature remains negligible amongst the tall buildings that occupy the place.

Park Jimin rubs and pinches his temples, shivering a bit in fright when the piercing winds hit the window again. He holds on to his bedsheets, mind fuzzy as he sits awake broke in cold sweat. A quivering pant leaves his mouth.

He turns his head to the window on his side, eyes sighting out at the full moon that shines bright in all glory in the starless night sky. Ah, it is still night. What time? He has no idea. For he absolutely has no idea what just happened to him.

Bewilderment, as it could be termed the closest to what lights in Jimin's dull irises. Why? Just why now? He could not understand.

It is cold outside, yet sweat forms all over Jimin. His body still shaking from the effects of being abruptly awakened. His head aches, mind overwhelming with so many complex thoughts and feelings. His voice trembles involuntarily leaving his throat.

"Oh Yoongi..."

A subtle motion causes Jimin's eyes to shift in the moonlit darkness, glancing at the two shadowy figures laying beside him side by side. The one closest to him turns and opens its round doe eyes. A boy of perhaps four.

"What happened papa?"

Jimin tries to regain his breath, slow and deep. He inhales in, closing his eyes. "Nothing... just had a dream of an old friend."

"Where is your friend now?" The little child blinks his sleepy eyes innocently, eyelids threatening to shut down.

Jimin does not answer. A sorrowful smile morphs on his lips as he opens his eyes and looks up back towards the moon.

There in the corner of the bedroom, lies a flipbook calendar atop a table besides a wedding photo frame. A gentle breeze enters through a slight opening in the above part of the window, flipping a page forward to the current date, December 29.

A beam of moonlight also penetrates through, casting its luminosity on the bookshelf by the front wall, particularly spotlighting a certain old red notebook.

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THE END

And that was the final update of this story. Hope you enjoyed reading <3

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