Only On Paper / JJK

Chapter 21

Glancing at the digital clock on your bedside table, it's 3:49 in the afternoon. You've been locked up in your room for a few hours trying to process everything that's happened in the last couple days.

From meeting that lady to everything with Jungkook and the truth about who he is, it's hard to believe that it's all happened in under 48 hours.

But there are three things you know for sure.

One, Jungkook was a real person and came back to life as a drawing.

Two, he was someone from your past that you can't remember.

Three, you have a crush on him, a guy you barely even know. Though, technically, you do. You just aren't able to recall who he is, which leads you to believe that you had liked him back when he was alive.

The more you think about it, the more you ponder on certain things that happened in your past. You've realized there's a lot of memories that don't make sense. There's always something missing or uncertain.

Knowing that Taehyung and Jungkook had been friends, sheds light on one of them. It's still a blur, but you had neglected the obvious. You don't remember ever applying to work at Vante's, and you never thought twice about how unusual that was.

Maybe Jungkook was the reason behind it.

Every recollection that remains a haze must be connected to him in some way, not just how you work as a front desk clerk at Vante's. You hope it all comes back to you. It would, right?

While you were unconscious in the hospital, one of the memories had resurfaced, so they would eventually all return at some point.

Then you'd remember him, and he could stay here with you.

But you don't understand why you're the only one that matters in the equation. Isn't Taehyung enough? Why is it up to you whether Jungkook lives or not? Why do you have to deal with all that pressure?

Just how important were you to him the past that the responsibility falls to you?

You're beginning to wonder if the frustration you've been feeling as of lately is ever going to stop pestering at you. If you remember, perhaps it'll go away.

A soft knock at your door tears your gaze away from the clock from where you sit at the edge of your bed. You glance over your shoulder, telling whoever is on the other side that they can come in.

As the door opens a crack, you immediately recognize the brown waves that belong to Taehyung. He smiles at you warmly before fully stepping into your bedroom. "Sorry to bother you."

You give him a short, breathy laugh. "No, you're not."

Licking his lips, he raises his brows in acknowledgement. "You're right, I'm not. I wasn't sure when Yoongi would be coming, and you had told him you'd make dinner."

Shit. You forgot about that.

With a sigh, you stand upright and spin on your heel, eyes locking with Taehyung's. His lips are tucked between his teeth as he quickly averts his gaze elsewhere.

"Um, I don't want to make things more difficult for you, but I feel like the last thing you want is more secrets. So, I'm just going to get out with it." He brings a hand to his hair and separates the strands falling over his eyes to press a finger to his temple. He winces. "I think I can sympathize with you now. Headaches are the worst."

Was he referring to when you had that migraine? When one of your memories had resurfaced?

Wait, does that mean he remembers more than just Jungkook being his friend? Does he know more about you and your past?