Overland Park, Kansas, USA XXXX year
It was quite light, despite the fact that it was getting close to nine in the evening. The sky was cloudless today, which is why the rich and deep blue color filled the firmament so beautifully. A light breeze cooled the hot skin of a young girl, who was walking confidently towards the house after a sports workout. She was breathing deeply, the muscles of her body were still tense, and the change of clothes stuck a little to the skin of her back after a recent shower. The girl was very tired. But this fatigue was pleasant. It filled the whole body, reminding, how clearly and correctly the girl performed all the movements of the coach, how he nodded his head approvingly, watching her, how he put his thumb forward, how a slight smile played on his lips. This fifteen-year-old gal was the best in his group. At the very beginning, there was no confidence for a pound, that this child would cope with half of what a complex training program was. However, the girl, despite her rather fragile and elegant size, small shapes and small hands, could give a head start to any of the strongest and largest guys in the group. She trained day by day, putting all her strength and free time into classes. She passed the qualifying round of the group last, because she believed, that she should make more efforts than the others to achieve results. Her protectionism and passion were respected. A pleasant appearance was conducive to communication, and a shrewd mind at such a young age was simply amazing. This girl could be kind and sweet, the most loyal friend and comrade, was eager to help anyone, who was in trouble. But she could also become a real devil, kicking anyone, who dared to look at her or her friends incorrectly. In such a small body, truly incomprehensible and incompatible qualities were combined. Sometimes there was even a question whether such a person, with the face of a friendly child and the strength of a wild beast, could exist at all.
The girl was calmly heading towards her house, holding a heavy bag slung over her shoulder with her hand, when she suddenly saw a guy sitting on a bench. In the light of the lantern, the girl managed to get a good look at him. The guy looked two or three years older than herself. He was decently dressed, with thick dark hair, that gave off a chestnut tint in the light. Quite well-built and tall. The guy was twirling a cigarette in his hands, as if considering whether to light it.
Hearing the sound of someone else's footsteps, the young guy raised his head, and the girl noticed quite decent abrasions on his face. A broken eyebrow, a bleeding lip, and red smudges of blood on the knuckles of the hands with which the guy was twirling a cancer stick. The guy tensed and stretched out like a string, as soon as he realized, that an unknown girl was literally staring at him and indecently scrutinizing him. He was not used to such close attention to his person at all. He has always been quite withdrawn and uncommunicative, for which he paid today from his classmates, who constantly bullied the guy for being "not like everyone else".
"Hi," the girl came even closer, stopping next to the bench, and smiled warmly. "Are you alone here? What happened to you? Maybe you need some help?"
The guy looked at the girl strangely, raising his healthy eyebrow. He was never approached so simply, especially with an offer of help. And the words of this strange girl, seemingly annoying and chatty, surprised him. The guy didn't even have time to be indignant, as she already plopped down next to him on the bench, starting to dig into her huge sports bag.
"Let's see what we can do. I don't think, that your parents will like it if you come home like this."
The gal didn't seem offended by the guy's detached behavior at all. She continued to chatter without even waiting for answers, taking out first aid items from her bag. Only now the guy noticed, that the girl is quite athletic and well-built. Behind the layers of voluminous clothing, which were sweatpants and a thick hoodie, the inflated muscles of the arms and legs were visible, and small-looking fingers worked with antiseptic and cotton swabs so quickly and deftly, that they involuntarily forced to watch the process. The guy gasped, when the solution applied to the cotton wool touched his split eyebrow. He jerked his head to the side, hissing like a wild animal.
"What are you doing? It hurts!" for the first time, he spoke up.
"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know, that you were so gentle. You look pretty manly," the girl smiled, which caused a laugh from her patient. "That's all," she patted the wound with a band-aid and clapped her hands like a child, finishing with the rest of the injuries. "Now we can go home. Of course, it's worth seeing a doctor, but it's not bad for first aid," she looked at the guy carefully, noticing for the first time, how he was looking at her intently. "My name is Jessica. But my friends call me Jessie," the girl held out her hand to the guy, waiting for confirmation of the acquaintance.
The young guy moved slightly away, examining the small palm, that was reaching out to him. He didn't like it, when strangers touched him for no reason, but it would be very rude to refuse to shake hands now. After all, this child helped him, although he didn't even really know him. The girl just walked up to a stranger on the street and offered to provide medical assistance. Something in all this made the guy's heart thaw a little, and the muscles in his whole body relax. The girl's blue eyes and wide smile attracted attention, aroused trust, enveloped her with kindness and care, like from a younger sister, whom he never wanted, but having received, he fell terribly in love and would never have refused.
"John," the guy muttered, tentatively extending his large hand to the girl's miniature palm. But as soon as he touched her, a strong flash of light lit up his mind, his body began to tremble, and John squeezed his eyes shut to banish the strange feeling, that came from nowhere.
"I love you, now you will always be with me"
"Can you find me?"
"You are me"
"I love you"
"I love you"
"Forever together"
John jerked his hand away, feeling his heart beat violently. A strange, familiar feeling gripped him. The touch of this child caused a strange nostalgia in him. He suddenly felt as if he had found something. Something he was been looking for for so long. Something that he lost once. Something he was missing.
The girl blushed unnaturally for her, feeling her knees tremble from touching other's hand. She had never felt anything like this before. Since she was thirteen, and some of the guys began to look at her far from being a small child, Jessie had never experienced anything like this. The touch of this guy sent a current through the entire youthful body, settling somewhere deep inside, in the very heart, causing it to beat furiously and knock so, that it was about to jump right to the ground.
"I'm sorry," John suddenly turned around and lightly touched the shoulder of the seemingly frightened girl. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just don't like being touched without warning. And... " the guy tilted his head to look into the girl's eyes. Her short-cropped hair, shaved at the temples, the color of cold platinum, hung in a thick shock on one side, and the girl ran her hand through it in a nervous gesture, as if trying to occupy herself with something and not look in the direction of an unknown guy. Her heavenly eyes darted from side to side, and her small fingers fingered the edge of the hoodie.
"Thank you for helping me. Really, thanks," John squeezed other's shoulder more confidently, feeling the same familiar feelings as a few moments ago, but now they did not cause fear. Only pleasant and warm feelings.
The girl nodded and quickly gathered her things, getting up from the bench.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, looking into the guy's eyes for the first time.
"Is that what I should be asking you? Who in your position walks the dark streets?" the guy stood up, frowning. Although the girl was athletic and could certainly stand up for herself, but still walking down the street alone is not the best solution.
"I'll walk you out," John couldn't believe his own ears. He had never, ever been so confident around girls, preferring to avoid their attention. Because he just didn't know, how to talk to them. As soon as he was next to the girl he liked, his tongue was slurred, his legs were weak, his hands were sweating, and his head didn't think a damn thing, which made his mouth give out such nonsense, that after that he wanted to hide in his shell for at least six months to forget about the humiliation, that he experienced, when another female representative laughed at his clumsiness. But for some reason, John felt different now, not experiencing such a terrible embarrassment. Perhaps because the girl was much younger than those, who usually interested him, and was only fit for him to be a younger sister than a passion.
"I think it would be worth it for me to accompany you so, that you can not instruct yourself new bumps," the girl burst out laughing, and for some reason this laughter caused John only pleasant feelings, forcing him to smile and pinch the impudent little girl by the shoulder. She squealed, but still accepted the offer. The guy was strange, but that made him eerily interesting. And Jessie didn't want to lose the prospect of making friends with him just like that.
When Jessie was sixteen, she first burst into tears, throwing herself on John's chest, because her boyfriend left her. When John was eighteen, he looked at Jessie for the first time not as a child, a younger sister or his friend. The girl became more feminine, despite the fact that she remained the same petite and athletic. But her shape was clearly visible even under the voluminous hoodies and long men's T-shirts, that she loved to wear so much. Therefor the guy was terribly jealous, when his now-no-friend told, how another boyfriend was courting her. A year later, John plucked up the courage and confessed his far from brotherly feelings to Jessie, to which he received a feigned irritated answer, "Well, finally". Six months later, John stole Jessie's first real and adult kiss. Six months later, the couple set foot on the path of a serious relationship, having had the first intimacy. A year later, the young man asked the girl to marry him, and she threw herself on his neck with shouts of joy and delight, shouting a victorious "Yes!". Some said, that their relationship was developing too quickly, that they did not know each other at all and were not yet ready for the difficulties of family life, that would stand in their way. But they didn't care. After all, these two met as if by chance, but at the same time so correctly, they fell in love completely unnoticed for themselves, but so strongly and firmly, they always held on to each other, supporting and caring, first as a friends, then as a brother and sister, later as a couple, and then as beloved and close to the heart people. Never in all the time they spent together did they have a feeling, that their relationship was wrong. Despite the strong, sometimes out-of-bounds quarrels, they could never stay without each other for a long time. They both felt something. Something that helped them make sure every time, that they would not be happy with another person. Something that made their love stronger and stronger every day until their old age.
And after they died, they found themselves in the most beautiful place imaginable. Their immortal souls met even on the other side, holding out their hands to each other with love, gently caressing and repeating the desired words with trepidation.
"Welcome back, Jonghyong-a."
"Welcome back, Hyong."
A few words from the author:
I want to express my deep gratitude to some of the people, thanks in part to whom this text appeared.
Julia, you introduced me to a group of Korean guys, and I'm glad, that I asked you an ordinary and simple question, "Who is this?", and it all started with this question. These guys inspired me anew, when I thought, that I was just devastated and could no longer continue doing what I once loved so much, I love them with all my heart for their many amazing qualities, which I am ready to list endlessly, and I am very grateful to you, that at one time you drew my attention to them. Now, looking back, I have no idea, how I used to be without all this. Thank you for introducing me to the worldwide group BTS, I will always be grateful to you for that!
Maria, our acquaintance began with this text. You read it and became my irreplaceable critic. Your feedback and advice has been very helpful, and I hope it will help in the future. I became addicted to them. I am very grateful to you for everything, that you have done for me, for your help, support, communication and those little joys, that you give me. I hope, that I can give you at least some of what you gave me. For someone like me, this is very, very significant! Thank you!!!
This was my longest and longest work, that I have ever written. The finale may seem a little snotty, but I think, that the guys deserve it. I literally put a part of myself into this text, embodied everything, that I like so much, because of this it is so important and dear to me. Of course, I plan to continue working with this fandom, and there are even some ideas on the way, but this story will probably always be the most beloved and dear one for me. It was the best time of my work on the text. Never before have I felt such inspiration and pleasure, that this story gave me. I hope, that now, that I am accurately setting the status to Completed, this story will be able to resonate with more readers.
Thanks to everyone, who commented and devoted their precious time to this text. Thanks to everyone, who made it to the end. And thanks to those, who are going to read this text for the first time or re-read it again. I am very grateful to all of you.
Thanks again to everyone, who was there and did not remain silent throughout this long journey. See you later.
Maestro!
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In addition to this site, this text is published on Archiveofourown and Webnovel platforms in English, as well as in my native Russian.
English ver.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25505506/chapters/61876744
Russian ver.
https://ficbook.net/readfic/9153729