Memory - A Taekook Story ✅

II: Taehyung

I sat back at my seat, absolutely confused. I felt something else. Like a memory at the back of my head. Ever since I saw Taehyung at his locker, I've gotten these weird images and clips in my mind.

He was wearing a white shirt and running on the beach, laughing. He walked along the water, trying not to get wet.

He was running to me in the middle of the field, and I picked him up and swung him around. He giggled, his head tilting back while he kept a strong grip around my nape.

And the thing was, there were more. Lots more.

Shaking my head, I just looked down at my desk.

I felt something.

Something was wrong.

I just don't know what.

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"Tae, c'mon. You've been just sitting here for so long. What's wrong, huh?"

I looked at my friends and asked, "Y'all know who Jungkook is?" Jin, one of my friends, looked at me and pursed his lips. Then he smiled and replied, "That's one of our classmates. Why?" I looked at all my friends and asked, "Is that it?"

Namjoon gave a small laugh and said, "Yeah. Well, I mean we have to include the fact that you like him. A lot. So much you're making it so damn obvious!"

Jin and Namjoon laughed together, but I could sense something was wrong. There was something they weren't telling me.

I said, "I have a question."

"What?" Namjoon and Jin replied in unison.

"If Jungkook was just a classmate, then why did you purse your lips when I asked who he was, Jin?"

Silence filled the air.

That was when I confirmed something was up.

"Tell me," I said demandingly, "tell me what I don't know!" I got up, annoyed.

"Who is he? Why is he so important to you guys? WHY DON'T I KNOW A DAMN THING BUT YOU GUYS SEEM TO KNOW? WHAT IS IT THAT YOU GUYS AREN'T TELL ME?! I went to his house because it just felt right, not because I wanted to see Jennie. I know something is wrong. I KNOW IT! But no one would tell me anything! NOT EVEN JUNGKOOK!"

They looked down at the floor as I let out my anger.

I paced around my backyard, trying to think of something. Anything.

I need to know. I NEED TO! Why-

"Taehyung."

I looked at Namjoon and replied with a bit of snark, "What?"

"I want to tell you," he said slowly, "but you'll get more information about him from your parents."

"My parents?" I asked, absolutely confused. "They haven't even seen Jungkook, let alone know about him!"

Jin looked at me and said seriously, "Bro, listen to Joon. Just go inside and ask them. It's been a matter of time before you finally got the hints."

~~

"Mom, you know who Jeon Jungkook is?" My mom's eyes widened, but quickly turned to normal as she replied, "Dear, he's one of your classmates. At least, that's what you tell me." She stuck her nose further into her computer.

I pressed my question, "Mom, who is Jeon Jungkook?"

My mom sighed and looked up from her computer. She closed it and replied, "I just need to know something before I tell you. What was your first memory of him?"

I thought about it, trying to find a memory that I was sure happened. Not the little video-clips that were probably imaginary. After a bit, I replied, "On the first day of Grade 12, I saw him at his locker, trying to open it. It looked like he'd been crying. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but Jimin, one of the boys in my class, just grabbed him by the arm and dragged Jungkook somewhere. I don't know what he said, but all I knew was that Jungkook was crying once they finished.

"I didn't want to see anything more, so I headed straight to class. I thought he was bullying him, but later I saw Jimin looking at him in a more concerned way. All Jungkook did was nod and sit in his seat. Why do you ask?"

My mom took a deep breath and replied, "Dear, you've seen him before that."

I was confused.

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"Dear, he's your boyfriend."

...

...

...

My whole world paused. Jungkook was my boyfriend?! But he never asked me out. I never asked him out. What the heck?!

My mom could tell I was panicking, because she said, "There's a lot of history between the two of you. But are you ready to hear it?"

I looked at my mom, uncertain at first.

With her tone of voice, I could tell there was a lot more than I was expecting. In all honesty, I was scared. Was I ready to hear all of it?

But at the same time, I had to know. Something's up, and I need to figure out what it is. The longing of knowing grew with each day.

Making up my mind, I replied, "I want to know so bad! What's the big deal with him? Why can't I get a finger on the issue? And why don't I remember dating him?!"

Sighing, Mom put her hands on the table.

"It all started..."