HOSEOK POV

I've been through Hell.

And I'm thankful.

It's what got me here.

Bad things are the reason why good  things are cherished. Bad and good need each other to keep a balance in life.

I was very depressed before the car crash. I didn't know what I was doing with my life. No job. No apartment. I was recently raped at the time, too, at a party my "friends" ditched me at. And the last conversation I had with my parents was an argument over kicking me out of the house.

Since the car crash everything went downhill. Yes, the bad things—my depression, my parents' death, my concussion, my amnesia, Jungkook, the tears, the car... But the good things—My new passion for music, Taehyung, the kisses we shared, the cuddling, the laughing, the many reasons given to me on why my heart should race every time I look at him. And her. My little angel as well.

So see? They balance out well.

Because when bad things happen it's because something good is around the corner. The worse it gets the better the outcome. Trust me. I've been through it all: self-harm, bullying victim, domestic violence victim, rape victim, divorcing parents.

And look at me now. I have a beautiful life. And if that meant going through hell then so be it! I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"What are you thinking about?" Taehyung asks me as he nuzzles his nose into my neck.

I smile. "You. Who else?"

I can almost hear his smile. "Is that so?"

"Yep," I say. "The only one who's been on my mind for the past three years since I was released from that hospital. Well, now it's you and her."

Tae kisses my neck. "I'm okay with that."

I pull him closer, enjoying his warmth. I begin to massage a sore part on his shoulder and he moans in content.

"Mmm. That feels good. Harder."

"That's what he said."

Tae gasps and hits my chest, but we both laugh.

"Real mature, Jung Hoseok," he snorts.

I turn over on my side so I'm facing him and intertwine our bare legs and rest my hand on the small of his smooth back.

"Does your ass hurt at all?" Tae asks me.

"Not really. I'll be able to make it to the recording studio without limping."

He bats his brown eyes at me and smiles. "You're getting so popular. Pretty soon your going to be home less often. You already did a whole continent tour. You, Namjoon, and Yoongi are doing so well as rappers. I still can't get Cypher Part 4 out of my head."

"I know," I say. "You literally rap to it all the time."

"You know, before I became a doctor I wanted to be rapper."

"Why didn't you?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. Guess I didn't really see myself be successful in that."

"Well you're an amazing singer. I wouldn't be surprised if you were also a good rapper. Maybe for Cypher Part 5 you can have a solo."

"Really?" His rectangular smile was infectious. "That'd be awesome! I love you."

"I love you, too."

He initiates the kiss and I'm happy to respond. I love his morning breath.

"Papa! Daddy!"

Taehyung and I pull away as our two year old daughter, whom we adopted from America when she was one, jumps on the bed.

"Annabeth!" Taehyung laughs. "What did we say about coming into daddies' room?"

She freezes in her place and points at the door. "I go outside?"

"And what do you do?" I ask.

She makes brings her fist to the side of her face and makes it nod as she says, "Knock, knock" in English.

My boyfriend can't help his smile. "Exactly. Go on with your little booty and try again."

"Oh and bring the box by your white table Papa gave you, Princess," I say with a mischievous grin.

Tae furrows his eyebrows at me. "What box?"

She nods and runs out, light blue eyes and blonde curls disappearing behind our door.

"You'll see." I get up and slip on my boxers.

Tae does the same. "You sure she'll know where it is?"

"She potty trained herself and memorized her characters by the time she turned two," I say. "Trust me. She's a smart kid. She'll know."

Tae sits back on the bed. "I'm glad we didn't change her name. I really like Annabeth. But I feel a little bad since she doesn't know her native language."

I wave him off. "Don't worry. Namjoon has it covered. He always practices his English with her. She'll learn from him if she wants to, but she's a stubborn, smart girl. She'll be able to do anything she puts her mind to."

I sit back with him and he nods happily.

"Yeah, you're right."

Annabeth comes running in our room and hands me the black box.

"Go give it to Daddy."

She runs around our bed and hands it over to him with a bright smile.

Taehyung gasps. "Oh, Hobi."

I crawl to the other end of the bed and sit beside him.

"Go ahead. Open it."

Taehyung carefully takes it from Annabeth and opens it, biting his lip.

"What the fuck is this?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, holding back a laugh. I take out the picture of me sticking out my tongue I stuffed in there and look at it. "It's a picture of me! What did you think it was going to be?"

Taehyung only glares daggers at me. "You suck."

"And you swallow because spitters are quitters." I can't help laughing as his face drops. I feel bad so I pull out the ring from underneath my pillow and kneel in front of him. "Kim Taehyung, I love you with all my heart. It's because of you that I was brought out of my depression, that I was able to see light in my darkest of days. Please, I ask this big favor of you—will you do me the honor of being my husband to cherish and hold until our hairs are white and our grandchildren are playing in our backyard?"

Tae's eyes mist over. He throws his arms around me, causing me to lose my balance and fall on the floor.

"I hate you, but okay," he says in my ear.

I laugh. "Lovely answer."

Annabeth jumps on Tae and we both groan at the intentional pressure she puts on us.

So you see? Good things always come out of bad things.

This is my story. No. This is our story. This is the story of love appearing just when it was needed the most, even though it came in an unexpected form.

So next time you feel like life is falling apart, think of something better—something unimaginable to you. Think of something impossible. Because I assure you, it is possible, whatever you're thinking of.

If you would have told me what was held in my better life—my beautiful husband and daughter and music career, I would have laughed in your face.

Don't get it twisted. This isn't happily ever after. In fact far from it. I'm just choosing to end our story at a happy moment because books gotta end at some point, but stories live on forever. We go through many fights and drama in the future, but that's the future.

I live in the now. And so should you.

Hoseok out.

THE END (of our book, but never our story).

I'M HAPPY! I can live on in peace! Guys, you have no idea how happy I am that I got to finish this! You don't understand how much I harassed those damn authors for you! I fought, man. Almost everyday I would say, "UPDATE!" And I kept sending that one word to them until they finally responded back with "Sorry... But no." 😤 But yay! I am so glad I can finish this for you guys! I hope you liked it and hope that you can finally die in peace! Anneong!
@atramentous_writer out!