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Cassie had taken them to a hotel, and Hoseok had paid for a private doctor to check up on everyone, since the alters weren't technically citizens, and couldn't go to a hospital without answering some very difficult questions.
He, Seokjin, Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoonie were all okay, while Suga had some minor injuries from fighting the two Jungkook's, but he was strong and was going to heal quickly.
Yoonji had bad smoke inhalation, though after some water, fresh air and a little bit of cough medicine, she was recovering.
Jungkook and Jeongguk had injuries as well as minor burns and smoke inhalation, and were sharing a bed in the king suite to rest, despite them arguing that they were fine as the others all doted on them.
Namjoon was being kept under watchful eyes as well, since he hadn't gotten anything to eat or drink while in the asylum and had a few scratches from how tight the chains had been. There were a few small burns and some minor smoke inhalation too, but after a few days he would make a full recovery too.
Yoongi and Agust had been affected the most by the heat and smoke, and Yoongi was purposely placed under a medically induced coma to help speed along his healing and give his mind time to process the change, now that all the alters were free.
Agust refused any treatment other than allowing some burn gauze to be wrapped around his arms and legs and some bandages on his face, spending his time alone on the balcony of the hotel suite.
Three days had passed since the explosion, and it was all over the news as S.K.M.A.'s dirty deeds were exposed to the world.
It felt good.
He leaned over the railing, seeing the sun rise slowly over the horizon as a new, warm day was born.
A breeze rustled the trees, sending leaves swooping past the scenery.
Agust heard the door behind him slide open, and then shut.
A boy joined him at the railing, looking out over the peaceful morning.
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Agust gazed out at the pond below, seeing baby ducks swim across its shimmering surface.
"Aren't you supposed to be getting treated properly?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, facing the alter.
Agust shrugged. "Gotta look badass for Pink."
Yoongi smiled, turning back to look at the view.
Agust risked a quick glance at the boy, before looking away just as quick. "So...do it fast."
"Hm?"
"I know you came here to talk, so just get it over with fast." Agust scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at Yoongi. "I don't like...anxiety."
Yoongi stepped up the alter, staring the fiery boy in the eyes as he raised one hand, placing it gently against Agust's cheek, being mindful of the bandage there.
"You don't have anything to be anxious about." He whispered. "I came here to apologize."
Agust forced himself to look Yoongi in the eyes, seeing himself reflected there.
"Agust..." Yoongi's voice was soft, eyes becoming shiny with tears. "I-I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."
The tears rushed down his cheeks.
Agust quickly wiped them away. "Hey, don't you dare cry on me, Suga will beat my ass if he sees I made you cry."
Yoongi clung to him, sobbing.
"I was never fair to you, you helped me get away from him, you helped us all get away, you were the one who finally had the courage to call the police, a-and I never gave you that credit. I never gave you anything at all. I treated you so horribly, I tried to erase you so many times, I-"
He broke off, shuddering as guilt wracked him.
"And then I saw everything you did back there, saving me, saving Jimin, fighting Suga..." He tilted his head up. "I'm sorry I only ever gave you a chance to be the bad guy. I really am."
Agust smiled, brushing Yoongi's hair back from his face with both hands. "Don't worry about it. That's in the past."
He looked over the balcony at the beautiful morning dawning.
"The future is just beginning."
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Jungkook looked at everyone's shocked and skeptical faces.
He had just told them the story of how he had got here, with the weird Latin link on his computer, how it must have been a virus, that he really was from an alternate universe, despite how impossible it sounded.
Namjoon smiled, holding Yoongi closer on his lap when Jungkook said that in his world, they were married, kissing his boyfriend deeply.
Finally.
"So, how do you plan on getting back?" Suga asked, bouncing Yoonie on his leg.
The baby giggled, nomming on his chubby little hand, dressed in a little sailor suit that Seokjin had bought him.
"I don't know, I think that link sent me here on purpose, to fix this world." Jungkook said. "Now that everything is okay, it might show up again to send me back."
"But...would you really leave us?" Jimin's eyes were wide.
"He has to, baby." Jeongguk said, kissing the pinkette's cheek. "The Jimin of his world is without his Jungkookie right now."
"But like, you'll hang out with us for a little more, right?" Hoseok asked. "Before you go back?"
Jungkook smiled his bunny smile. "Why, you missing me already, Seokie?"
"Yes." Seokjin answered for him, standing up to hug Jungkook tightly.
Everyone followed his lead, piling on top of the maknae until he was finding it hard to breathe.
He laughed, despite the heavy weight on him, feeling finally free and happy.
This world was fixed. It got its happy ending.
Yoonie crawled over, kissing Jungkook's forehead. "The Kookie going homes now?"
Jungkook kissed his chubby cheek. "That's right, sweet baby."
He looked at everyone, all hugging each other, healing.
"But...I'll go home tomorrow."
Right now, he just wanted to enjoy this.
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Jungkook stared at the door to his bedroom.
The one in his parents house.
With a pounding heart, he pushed the creaking door open.
His computer sat there on his desk, the monitor silent and dark.
He walked over and sat at the chair.
After a few seconds, he reached out and moved the mouse.
The screen woke up, and Jungkook's eyes shone the reflection of it.
A green link.
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Return home.
Jungkook looked down at his phone, at his new background.
The group picture he had taken smiled back at him, everyone pressed up against each other to pose for the camera.
"Yes." He told it. "I'm ready to return home."
He moved the mouse over the link, and clicked it.
A burst of green light, and he was gone.
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