A/N:- a LOT happens in this chapter. Watch out well for clues and other stuff (👀). We're close to the climax. 

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"Taehyung, that's a nerf gun, stupido—What the fuck!?" Jimin, who mocked me for trying his durability with a nerf gun and Y/N, who facepalmed at my silly choice of weapon were left absolutely speechless when my dart hit Jimin directly on the forehead. 

"Who's laughing now, stupido~," I said in a sing-song voice. His small fingers ran across his forehead to provide some solace. I took another step closer to Y/N but seeing Jimin flinch and almost jump in defense, I had to back off. 

He didn't realize when his grip to make her stay started causing pain. She was mostly quiet as if caught red-handed. "You don't deserve her..." His voice cracked but his grip just grew tighter with fueling insecurities. A little whine escaped her lips before she traced his fingers around her arm as if silently asking him to let go. 

"You're the one who doesn't deserve her! Let go, you're hurting her as always!" Referring to the past was never easy but sometimes it had to be brought up in light to avoid certain situations and people associated with it. 

"Oof, if you consider this as hurting then how should I acknowledge your beautiful deeds? You shouldn't get what you don't deserve but see how lucky you've been, Taehyung." Jimin surely thought of himself as a high-class 19th-century Greek philosopher to have the right to decide what I deserved or not.

"Don't project your jealousy on me. Didn't you do that enough already?" My gaze dismissed the confusion on Jimin's face to focus on Y/N who was still forced to play Damsel in distress. 

We had a long eye contact as if we were longing to see each other but it wasn't the time. We had to save our souls from a virus as deadly as coronavirus, with a name Park Jimin.

"What... do you mean...?" He said as we walked closer to the door. It wasn't the same, composed Jimin I had known for years. Disheveled hair covered most of his sharp eyes as he looked at us from between the strands of his hair. "You're right, Taehyung, but just in your head. It doesn't count as jealousy but as sympathy. I was just sad for her, after all, she fell for an asshole like you. If only she wasn't so dumb to ignore all the things you did—"

"Jimin, shut up—" I shouted, pointing the gun at him again but just as though he became free of all the human and nerf bullet fears, he continued speaking.

"Even Sora's story couldn't convince her! Just how lovesick and stupid wife you had!" Jimin literally rapped out words, barely being in control of his own voice and same went with his emotions. "Why are you still with him!? You don't remember how Taehyung and Sor—" Jimin shouted his lungs out while pacing wildly towards Y/N. 

She tightly shut her eyes and clutched the fabric of my coat. "Ugh! Jimin!" His chest heaved, running out of breath after the intensive rapping. "You're scaring her!" I stated the very unusual behavior of Y/N. 

"What is she? A baby!?" He pointed too close to her face and she had to reabsorb her tears to appear strong. "Aw babygirl, don't get scared, your dad is here to protect you." He mocked Y/N and started getting on her nerves to which she reacted by inching away from my back and facing him fiercely. 

Before she could probably hurt his balls again without an apology, I held her back. "Well, you know what? Get a life, maybe a little less fucked up than this one." I slipped my hands in Y/N's right in front of his eyes. "Goodbye, Park Jimin." 

"Same to you, Kim Taehyung." He smirked to himself and tilted his head cockily. The journey from the elevator to the car was filled with uncanny silence. Y/N mostly avoided eye contact because she knew she couldn't make up any excuse for seeing Jimin, not after gathering so many unrelated pieces of the same puzzle.  

She kept repeating the conversation in her head just so she could not forget it. She was not letting go of the theories she proposed. "Why are you so silent? Say something, it is making me anxious." I whispered while shifting glares from the clear road ahead to her. 

"You had a nerf gun? What are we getting to see next? Bassinet instead of a bed for you?" She roughly combed back her hair and tied them in a bun above her head that looked similar to dog poop. 

"Well, guess what?" I smiled a little while rotating the steering wheel with one hand. The other one was too hesitant to get closer to hers so I had to sadly rest it on my lap. "For you, I stole a toy gun from kids!"

"Aren't you too proud of it? Much more than you should be?" I saw her hand raise to tap mine while laughing but something held her back.

"Maybe, just maybe." Now that I knew she wanted to initiate a contact too, I moved just an inch closer. "Y/N, why did you go to see Jimin though?" I cursed under my breath when the traffic lights turned red. It just allowed me to look through her answer better. 

"Okay, this might sound stupid but to me, it doesn't." She gave a little blurb to her explanation and I nodded. "I... don't trust you when you say you killed Minhee. Like, I can't believe that you, who is an asshole at times, but I confirm that you loved her more than anything, forced her to bear your child. What if... it wasn't your child?" She let out everything which nurtured the urge of finding the truth without even considering the amount of possibilities of it being a lie.

"Y/N..." I softly called out the name which had been on the tip of my tongue too much lately. "You didn't have to do that. Jimin has nothing to do with Minhee's death. It was me who killed Minhee. I deserve the guilt I have to live with..." My mind played Jimin's word again. Maybe I actually didn't deserve Minhee. 

"I can't help but see through your explanations as if they are all made up and untrue. The way Jimin acted around me and his texts contradict you anyways." Her expressions dropped after speaking out the truth too fast. She wasn't supposed to tell me that she had been texting Jimin. 

I furrowed my brows at her statement. "Wait, so you were the 'sassy bitch'? Damn, I did have a very strong feeling because it just sounded like something you are." I laughed when remembering the scene from the table earlier. "But... you shouldn't talk to strangers."

"I had no other choice." She mumbled underneath her breath.

"Y/N, when one thing happens, we try to move past it. I avoid thinking about it every day, every time but moments like these where I'm directly forced to face it, break me. I'm telling you all this so you help me through my pain and not increase it. I accept my fate and it should end there." I forced a beautifully broken smile at her while lifting her chin. She held my hand and slowly pushed it away but never let go of the touch. 

"But what if right now, you are just repeating the words you say to yourself? What if you're going through hell for nothing? What if what you're accepting isn't meant to be your fate? The weight of all these 'what ifs' was too much. I couldn't ask you and hear the same thing again so I had to look for the truth myself." As she spoke, her eyes constantly tried to look for the truth in my eyes that lost there shine in tears. I freed my hand from her grip to touch her face. 

Then it all sank in. She risked herself for me...

I wasn't bound to hesitation anymore. Call it gratitude or a sudden surge of affection but I just had to lean in and peck her lips. She was more than caught off guard but she replied by leaning in. 

It's just the trailer, my love.

Our breaths mingled together before we could even approve of our actions. After staying close to each other without words, I finally moved my hands lower to the back of her neck while her hands rested against my chest. "Why...?" She let out in a breathy voice. 

"Because I love you..." That was enough justification for my next action. I closed the last gap between us in a bold breath and pulled her in for a kiss. To tell her that I genuinely meant every bit of my last sentence, I sufficed her with gentle strokes.

This is how you expect your first kiss to go, not too rush, not too unprofessional. But the fact that we could eliminate the unskillfulness was because we two once belonged to someone else and weren't each other's first. 

She was once Jin's and I was once Minhee's.

We were holding on to each other as if nothing could ever part us away, completely oblivious of the surroundings. The light turned green but we were too involved in the heat of the moment to give a care for the world. 

Nothing could matter more, nothing other than Y/N. Just when I thought that, a knock on our window distracted us. We flinched away and looked at the intruder. 

"Mr Kim, sorry to disturb you, but you're blocking the way while making out with your wife."

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A/N:- THEY KISSED, Y'ALL!
Yes, they kissed omg why am I hyping it so much!?? If only I wasn't so shy, I would have wrote a better scene, pouring out every information I gathered from reading 10000 smuts. Anyways, BE READY FOR THE ACTUAL TEA BECAUSE THIS BOOK IS ENDING IN 3 CHAPTERS! You better stay healthy and happy!