"So, let me get this straight. He just left with her? And no one is worried about it?" Jungkook asks shocked from his hospital bed.

"He's got bigger fish to fry, Kook. He's not worried about us anymore since she's gone," Rayne giggles as she sits on the edge of his bed.

Jimin was there at her side, fingers intertwined with her.

Guess old habits die hard.

I scoff but smile as I see how he looks at her. It's like the sun and moon rise and set with her.

"I just hate that I missed all the action! And Hobi even stole a heart! I never get to do anything fun," Jungkook whines, and the others laugh at him.

We spend a few hours with him before everyone gets ready to head out.

"Um, Yoongi do you think I can stay at your place for a while? I don't have an apartment anymore," Rayne nervously fidgets beside me.

"Rayne..." Jimin speaks before I can answer.

"I know it's probably super fast but you have basically been living with me this whole time anyway. So, if you want, you can come back to our apartment and stay," his face turns bright red after he's said his piece and I burst out laughing.

"Slow down there, purple. How about you take her on a date before you move in together," I tease and he covers his face.

"Right, it was just a thought. I'd love to take you out some time, Raynie," he says all flustered and I watch as Rayne grins.

"Sure, Jiminie. I'd love to go on a date with you," she giggles pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You got a key, just let yourself in. I'll stay the night here with Jungkook." I answer Rayne's original question.

Everyone says bye and I sit next to Jungkook who's grown quiet.

"What's the matter?"

"I've really leveled up, Yoongi. I can see strings, I think, but I'm confused," he says, his face all scrunched up.

"About?"

"You keep calling him purple but I swear I can see red also," he mumbles and I chuckle beside him.

"You can. He's her first and last love," I answer impressed that he's grown so much but had the forethought to keep it to himself.

"Why didn't you tell them?"

"Because they will figure it out in time. So let's keep it to ourselves," I raise an eyebrow at him and he quickly nods.

"Okay, but can you also explain to me why I suddenly get these weird..."

I listen to Jungkook for hours explaining his newfound abilities. He's finally passed out because of the medication and I suddenly feel the cold spot behind me. I smile as I turn around to face her.

"Hi, mom," I say looking at the woman who may not have birthed me but was my mother nonetheless.

"Hi, my little Yoongles," she grins and I roll my eyes at her nickname.

"I was expecting you a lot sooner. Especially when everything was hitting the fan," I grumble and she steps closer ruffling my hair and causing me to shiver.

"I knew you had it handled."

"Thank you for taking care of her. Your job's done now, baby, Jimin will take great care of her now," she says softly and I nod my head leaning into her comforting touch.

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀、

"Are you ready?" Yoongi asks from behind me.

"As I'll ever be. Do you think I look okay?" I ask nervously.

"You're beautiful. That boy's going to cry the second he sees you," he chuckles to himself and I can't help but laugh along.

It's been years and Jimin has, in fact, become a crier but I don't mind. He's made leaps and bounds in his own healing and I would never shame him for how he chooses to express his emotions.

Our love has grown and I couldn't be happier. The guys all tease him about being my purple string, that he's going to mess up one day and I'll go out and find my red string. But honestly, I could never picture being with anyone else but him. Red string or not, he's all I'll ever want. I know in my bones that he's the love of my life, my soulmate.

"It's time," Yoongi says extending his arm so I can loop mine in.

My breath hitches as we step outside to walk down the aisle. He stands at the end breathtakingly beautiful as the sun shines down on him casting a soft glow around his form. As I get closer, I see the tears already rolling down his cheeks and Tae laughs handing him a tissue that he brushes away.

"You're beautiful," he whispers when he takes my hands as I stand in front of him.

I don't even know how we got to the end of the ceremony but sometime along the way the clouds rolled in and when he pulls me into him to connect our lips as husband and wife, the sky breaks open and the rain starts to pour.

"You would make it rain on our wedding," he smiles against my lips.

I laugh happily pulling away and tilting my face up towards the sky letting the rain run over my skin.

"It's good luck to tie the knot in the rain," I inform him.

"Mhm," he grins not believing a word I'm saying.

"It's true! When a knot gets wet it's hard to untie. So our marriage will be equally hard to unravel," I say matter-of-factly.

"Well, then I hope it rains forever," he says pulling me back into his embrace ignoring our guests who rush for shelter.

Our lips touch once more and his hand instinctively reaches for mine, lacing our fingers together as our hearts and souls intertwine.

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀、