his heart very nearly stops at the sight of the sequence of numbers on the screen. He had deleted the number from his phone, but it had seemingly stayed saved in the back of his brain somewhere. Jin realizes once again this year that some things can’t be forgotten easily.
He gets to his feet and gently closes the bedroom door. Turning back around, he sits on the edge of the bed. Breathing deeply, he hits the green button and holds the phone to his ear.
‘Yee?’
‘jungkook.’
