**** I realize that my ending must have felt very abrupt and unecessarily catastrophic, and you probably hate me considering I killed everyone major off. Literally.

Oops, my bad....

I had it planned from the beginning, but even so, it was still mean to do. Anyways, as much as I love torturing you, I do appreciate the creative genius of writing separate endings. So fret not, I have created an alternate ending! It will contain a time skip, you decide how big you want it to be.

I promised, didn't I? Here's some happy to heal the angst and death.

For this version ending, roughly only the events up until Sin kills B-Free and escapes have occurred, minus Star's death. After that, it's up to your imagination to figure it out ****

I stared out at the scenery as I leaned on the balcony railing. My robe was loose around me, and my exposed skin was chilled from the slight wind that was blowing through the village.

I could see the Namsan Park path in the near distance. The trees were in bloom, as this was the best time of the year for the flowering plants. The birds were still silent, as it was still too early for even them to be up.

I could see the yellows and pinks of the now familiar flowers down the path. Years ago I can recall Namjoon and I walking down that very path for the first time together. Our hands clasped together like a freshly wrapped gift, our lips pulled in cheerful smiles, and our hearts heavy with anxious worries of having unrequited love. It was fearful, hesitant love, but love nonetheless.

We walk it every day now. Every morning, before the sun comes up, we walk down the path to the shops in Myeongdong. When we walk back, the sun is growing and we get to see the colours of the sunrise, the soft hues mixing with the vibrant colours of the flowers as the sky meets ground.

Our hands are always wrapped together as we walk down the path, now connected by smaller, clammy hands that are usually sticky with ice cream on the way back.

We bought the very last traditional house in Namsangol Hanok Village. Given our resources, it didn't take much to convince the park to let us have it.

It was like the dream that seemed so distant and unreachable before now felt like the bare minimum in life. The regular. The normal life. I couldn't be happier with my life now. The past was hard to get through, but I was working on it.

The others visit us from time to time, but we've all spread out so it's not that easy.

We have all gone back to our real names, with the exception of me. In order to completely move on, I decided to take on a new name to symbolize a new life.

Ever since the fateful day that B-Free died and our squall with the Double Dragon went too far, I have been reborn as YuHwa. I only hope that I can continue to find peace in the name, and in my life.

Jimin and Hoseok travel the globe as professional dancers. I know that they take comfort in each other's company, and I have the feeling that they've only grown closer.

Jungkook became an idol, letting his past go through his songs, his voice. He never really met Angel, it was all in my head, and that's hard to cope with sometimes. But I still imagine him sitting in his room talking to her sometimes. I probably shouldn't let my mind run like that, but it's a comforting thought even if I know it's not real. As long as I can understand that, I don't see any harm in the fantasies.

Taehyung lives on his remote island that only Jungkook knows the exact location to, spending his days isolated from the world save for the few island people that he runs into from time to time. He's taken to having a mellow life and I can tell that it's good for him. He features in some of Jungkook's songs, though nobody knows who he is, as he goes by TaeTae.

Suga and Star move every 2 years to a new, exotic place. Most of the time, they don't plan it, they just get up and leave one day. Suga still does music, though it's mostly for Star now.

{ alternative: Suga moves every few years to a new, exotic life. He never forgot Star, and he takes her ashes with him everywhere so that they can travel together forever. }

To be completely honest, sometimes I think we avoid each other. That way it's easier to move on. It's kind of hard to forget the past when it shows up on your doorstep. Our company was best served a few times a year, that way we could work on moving past the horrors of the past and embrace the warm, bright future.

Namjoon and I had helped each other through the loss of our best friends. I still saw Jin and Levi in my dreams sometimes, but I was no longer haunted by them, and I was able to get rest more often than not.

The times I didn't, I would stay up and look out onto the illustrious flowerbeds below, watching the moon send it's endless glow down to me, giving me strength in its constant, controlled power.

As I stood there, I looked up at the shimmering moonlight above, casting a soft, hopeful glow onto the home. My home. Our home.

Warm arms covered my shivering body.

I hadn't even noticed that I was that cold.

I leaned back with a content sigh, turning my head to stare up at Namjoon. His hair was natural, his eyes were warm, and his dimples were freely exhibited.

His affections weren't so hard to be spoken anymore. His 'I love you' always came easier now.

Everything was coming closer to that of freely received, blissful forgiveness.

I left his arms only to put on clothes, and when I turned around he was there again.

He gave me a quick kiss, and I placed my hands on his chest to feel his heartbeat, a heartbeat that I had memorized, a heartbeat that I felt mimicked in my own chest.

But before I could get lost in the sweet paradise of Namjoon's lips, we were interrupted by the shrill thud of the door being opened.

"Mama, papa, let's go!"

I turned and smiled down at the little boy, cooing at his flaring dimples despite his pouty face, ruffling his hair.

I chased him down the stairs, smiling at his delighted squeals of excitement.

As we walked out onto the path, I took the boy's offered hand, looking at his face framed in the moonlight.

"Papa, can I have ice cream?"

Namjoon looked down at the boy; his own hand was barely held onto by the small boy's fingers.

"This is a tradition caterpillar, which means we always do it."

I grinned at him, before looking down at the little boy's messy hair.

I probably should've fixed it, but he'd only muss it up again as soon as I turned away. I figured it didn't matter much, because it made him look so cute either way.

I felt my stomach twist, and I lay a comforting hand over it, rubbing circles and humming softly.

It's okay little Levi, you can have ice cream too, soon enough.

"Yes, Jinnie, you can have ice cream," I confirmed, smiling down at the boy's excited face as I felt Namjoon's eyes on me, a small kick coming from my stomach once again. A reminder of my ever growing family.

My family.