And so the seasons came and went, leaves falling before the morning sun came again and the spring flowers bloomed the prettiest they had that year.

The town seemed livelier than it had in all its existence, warm faces greeting him wherever he went.

The warm rays of sun felt so nice on his face as he walked around town, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

He could hear the sound of faint music coming from a few shops down, people brushing past him with hands full of merchandise.

He could smell the fresh bread from Jimin's bakery wafting through the air, deciding it wouldn't hurt for him to stop by for a bit.

Jimin and his parent's relationship was still a work in progress after everything that happened.

He had fully come out to them days after the police dismantled the sick place, bravely facing his mother's disappointment and his father's confusion.

He was still working on it, but it seemed like his father was slowly coming around, much to his wife's dismay.

But if he had learned anything from the entire past year it was that everything takes time, time heals all.

The bell chimed above his head as he entered the busy bakery, quickly spotting Jimin running back and forth trying to ring people up.

He smiled softly as he stood by the door, Jimin still unaware of his presence.

He patiently waited until most of the customers had left the shop before approaching the counter.

Jimin immediately gave him a smile, one that he hesitantly gave back.

"Hey how are you holding up?" Jimin asked as he punched in numbers into the register.

He thought about it for a minute, taking in a deep breath before responding, "I'm fine, just a little lost in thought I guess."

"Yeah, I get you. It's been half a year already... That's so crazy to think about." Jimin sighed as he opened a new bag, already knowing what he wanted and putting it inside the bag.

"Oh, by the way, Hoseok hyung said he wanted to see you. Not straight forward but it was implied." Jimin smiled up at him, making him unable to do a thing besides return it.

"Tell him I'll visit soon." He said in the end, thanking Jimin quietly before leaving the shop with a warm bag in hand.

He quietly made his way around town, eyes taking in everything like a fresh breath of air.

He walked for another ten minutes before he finally made it to his destination, feet stopping when he was a few yards away and just stared.

He gripped the brown bag in his hand tighter as a soft gust of wind kissed his face, the flowers in the field were brighter than ever before.

But then a head was turning in his direction and catching his gaze, his lips curving immediately.

He didn't wait another second before walking over and taking a seat beside him, soft grass beneath him.

"Hey." He whispered, smiling when the male gently lifted him onto his lap.

"What took you so long?" The male whined, pressing a warm kiss to his lips.

"I was talking with Jimin." He spoke, heart softening when the male took the bag from his grip and slowly set it down beside them.

"You shouldn't hold it with that hand." He frowned.

"It's not heavy." He reassured but the male wasn't having it.

"Tae..."

"Kook I'm okay. It doesn't hurt." He spoke softly, eyes trying to get the male to believe him.

It was hard to do so, especially when his broken wrist never fully healed, bringing a searing pain to him whenever he carried something heavy in his left hand.

A sigh left Jungkook's lips but before he could protest again Taehyung pressed their lips together.

Immediately he could feel rough hands on his hips, gently holding him.

The kiss was soft yet passionate, it was everything Taehyung needed.

When he pulled away Jungkook was smiling at him, bunny teeth peeking out and his eyes crinkling lightly.

He very slowly flipped them around, pushing Taehyung onto his back in the flower field, making sure he wasn't hurt in the process.

When Taehyung let out a small giggle, Jungkook immediately dipped down to kiss him again, lips trailing butterfly kisses down the column of his neck.

His skin was soft and warm, body so pliant in his arms. He was moaning softly when he sucked gently on his skin.

His back was slightly arched and he could feel the flower petals kissing his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful." Jungkook murmured when he looked at him, making Taehyung immediately blush and look away.

A small whine left his lips before Jungkook chuckled lightly and helped Taehyung sit up against his chest.

The seasons might have changed and the weather might be warmer than that cold morning but Taehyung could still remember when it happened.

When his father returned to him, eyes dangerous and wild. He had already come to terms with what would happen, he had long ago accepted what God had in store for him.

The second the gunshot ran through the air, he was certain it had hit him.

His body was probably too numb to register the wound but then he could see the red patch staining the front of his father's shirt, eyes blank before he fell to the ground.

He watched in shock and disbelief when his mother's body appeared, his father's brown shotgun in hand.

Her eyes were wide and bulging and he could see the way her hands trembled around the weapon.

Everything after that had been dark and scary, unable to open his eyes but still capable of hearing voices and the loud beeping of the monitor.

He had been in a coma for almost a month.

He had broken more bones than he could count in one hand, some that he hadn't even been aware existed.

He had suffered the minimal amount of brain damage, sometimes it would be hard for him to put words together, stuttering for a few seconds.

When he had finally woken up, the news of his father's death did nothing to him.

It was hard to feel anything besides pain and hurt whenever he remembered the man, body void of emotion.

His mother had been hesitant in approaching him at the hospital, unaware that Taehyung had heard her sobbing by his bedside and begging him to forgive her.

When he finally told her he forgave her, she cried into his shoulder. Taehyung couldn't hate her, not after she had murdered her own husband to save her son.

And then there was Jungkook.

A smile was immediately etched on his face, heart pounding in his chest because that was the love of his life.

He would never be able to thank God enough for putting him in his path, for giving him the biggest gift he could ever ask for.

His mother had been hesitant in meeting him, years of brainwashing would take time to erase but she was trying.

She was trying for her son and for herself, to live a better life and to accept him for who he was.

They had decided to leave their old house behind, unable to live there with the horrifying memories.

Instead they moved closer to Jungkook's side of town, only a few streets down.

As for the church, the town had received a new pastor from the city, young and extremely kind.

Even Jungkook liked him, sitting and asking him questions after mass every Sunday.

When Taehyung asked him why he was suddenly so interested in the church, his reply brought tears to his eyes.

"When you were in the hospital, none of us knew if you were going to make it... So, I went to the church and I prayed. I prayed and I cried and I begged whoever was up there to not take you away from me."

Taehyung could hear the shakiness in his voice and the emotion behind his eyes.

"You were my miracle." He said, weak smile on his lips.

And Taehyung would never forget.

Not today, not tomorrow, not years later when Jungkook trailed kisses up his spine and murmured a soft, "Good morning" in his ear.