3rd Person- Two Months later

In Seoul, in a little blue painted house, lived two young men. Two months have passed since they lost something most important to them- two months since they felt any kind of emotion. The two males lived on autopilot, having moved in together after leaving the academy. 

Every day was the same: wake up, eat, work, come home, eat, shower, sleep, repeat. They talked occasionally but they never mentioned her, the girl that ruined them both, save for once. That one time they released their sorrow on each other and explained the love they still felt. They had never been fond of each other until she was gone, the loss forcing the two boys to hang onto one another. 

It was early morning when the doorbell rang, the high-pitched tune singing throughout the small house. Both males had been at the dining room table, eating their cereal. They looked at each other quizzically, wondering who could stop by so early when they didn't even have any friends. 

The figure on the other side of the door was pacing, hoping they got the address right. It was familiar enough, though the baby blue paint was peeling off the shutters. The person glanced around and tapped their foot nervously, almost impatiently as they tried smoothing down their shirt and fixing their hair. Someone opened the front door only a little, the movement halted by the chain latch that still secured the door's position. 

An eye looked through the opening and widened at the sight of the person standing there before slamming the door back shut, shakily trying to unlock the chain latch. When they opened the door widely, the person standing on the porch jumped a little and bit their lips out of nervousness. The boy holding the door open stuttered as his heart beat wildly, his mouth gaping open. "A..Aria?"

Aria stood there, gauging his reaction. She bit her lower lip before she nodded hesitatingly, her breathing shaky. "I-I don't understand.." the boy rambled off, shaking his head back and forth. A voice from behind interrupted the awkward tension, "Kook, who's at the door?" 

Aria's breath stilled when Taehyung glanced up from his phone and took in the sight of her, his phone slipping from his grasp and shattering on the floor. His gaze traveled all over her, from her bare feet to the nearly sopping wet clothing she wore, the same clothes from that night. 

Small, circular scars littered the skin that was visible- bullet wounds that had since healed. His eyes stopped at her hair and he almost smiled at the familiar streaks. Only this time, there weren't nine of them- there were eight. One life gone. 

Aria smiled at Taehyung, taking a step towards him. Both boys rushed out of the doorway and enveloped the damp female in their arms, one of them crying into her hair and the other peppering soft kisses on her face. "I missed you so much," "I love you," "Don't leave again", all whispered into the air as the trio clung to each other. 

When they finally made it inside and found some of her old clothing to wear (both boys had cleaned out her dorm room and brought her belongings to the house with him after she 'died'), they sat her down on the sectional with her in between. 

Jungkook stared at her in amazement while she ran her fingers through Taehyung's hair, "H-How?" he stuttered, reaching his hands out to touch her again to make sure she was real. Taehyung turned to the younger boy and smiled because he- himself- understood, glancing back to Aria to see if she wanted to explain. Aria nodded and glanced at Jungkook, grasping both of his hands in hers and raising them to her hair. 

"9 streaks, 9 lives." she whispered, smiling when his eyes widened. Jungkook understood now, understood why there was one less streak and why she was with them, and brought her into a hug- almost crying at her familiar scent. He realized how much he loved her, how much he had needed her this whole time. 

Taehyung watched and he clenched his jaw, though not out of jealousy. He knew the two weren't in love- he spoke with Jungkook once before about how he had felt about Aria. The younger boy loved her with a vengeance, though not in the same way Taehyung did. Taehyung was in love with her, even when they believed she was dead. 

His jaw was clenched now because he was infuriated with himself for not thinking of her lives; of the legend behind Kumiho tails. "If one (a kumiho) dies before their rightful time, each tail would act as a revivification and bring the person back, with or without their previous abilites," Taehyung had read in one of the great books that were hidden in the city's historic libraries, way before any of them knew each other. 

That night they all slept together, in the same bed, the boys clinging onto the girl with every ounce of power they had. When Jungkook  got up the next morning to fix breakfast, the lovers stayed and did what they hadn't done in so long- 

they made love.

THE END