Forgotten You

13: Don't Want to Know

Hehe, bet you didn't expect this, huh?
I had a little extra time to do another chapter. Thank you to all of you who waited patiently
~ Author

The next day, or when he opened his eyes, Jungkook was gone. Jimin laid, cold and hollow. Kinda how a Jack-o'-lantern had all its filling shoveled out, carved, and left out in the cold.

He didn't feel like moving, so he stayed lying like a pumpkin carcass. The Omega was prepared to rest there forever, but Jungkook came back into the room with a tray of food.

Jimin didn't acknowledge him as he blinked his eyes closed.

"Jimin, it's time to wake up and eat. You've been asleep most of the day." The Alpha pleaded softly, gently brushing his fringe away. "It's bad for you."

He didn't react. The Omega didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt empty and unmotivated, and he didn't want to think about anyone or anything.

Jimin stared at the food on the tray. It was a bowl of fruit and a fancy omelette. He felt nauseous, so he turned away from Jungkook and continued to stare blankly.

The Alpha shuffled from behind him and walked to the side he was facing. Jungkook's expression was one of extreme worry as he took in his boyfriend's exhaustion.

"Hey, Min-ah. I told Mrs. Kim that you fell asleep here, so she wasn't worried." The other assured him, picking up on the slight interest behind Jimin's eyes.

"You want me to take you back?" Jungkook asked as he played with Jimin's fingers. The Alpha seemed to disapprove of that idea based on the way he was frowning like a child.

The Omega slowly nodded before finally sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes. He clutched his chest and felt the discomfort from yesterday's wound.

He patted his chest as if that would quiet down the sore, throbbing spot. Jungkook ruffled his hair as he passed by. "I'm going to call Mrs. Kim and let her know, okay? Eat your breakfast."

Jimin heard the bedroom door close shut, leaving him with his thoughts.

What was he doing? Who was he? Nothing felt familiar, and when it did, it was painful or strange. What he remembered yesterday was earth-shattering.

He was sure that Jungkook did hold some feelings for Taehyung. That was a matter of fact and something he had known for a while. It was an understanding that was still there even though he had lost his memory.

It still didn't hurt any less.

He felt everything that his past self endured in that memory. Almost like he had been transported back in time.

The Omega rubbed his face, groaning as another wave of nausea hit him straight on. He could not tell Jungkook about the baby right now or about Kyung for that matter. If he couldn't handle it himself, why did he think Jungkook could?

Jimin was back to staring, at a loss of what to do.

A ray of sunlight blinded him as the curtains moved a bit from the AC. He fluttered his lashes and walked over to the large window, pulling the curtains back to reveal a gorgeous sunset.

It brought him to a distant place, right next to that bright orange sun.

"Mom?" He whispered as the sea tickled his toes.

Jimin was smaller than the person holding him by the hand. They were lean but stood tall and strong, like a building that even a big earthquake wouldn't shake.