who am i?

Chapitre 2

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, he finally opened his eyes and looked at me, blinking groggily. "Good morning. I'm... sorry." "It's okay," I replied, a bit relieved he was conscious. "Just go, man. I have school to attend."He glanced at my uniform, his brows raising.

"Your school's uniform... it looks just like ours. Do you also attend Seoul National School? I don't think I've seen you there." "I'm new." I shrugged. "Wait—you're in high school? I thought you were still in prep school," I muttered, trying not to laugh at my surprise. 

"Anyway, hurry up and go home." he sat up, looking around my small place. "I called my hyungs last night. They'll be here soon to pick me up and bring my uniform. Why don't you come with us?"

I sighed but saw no reason to refuse. "Fine, I'll wait. And hey, you can talk now, huh? I thought you were quiet or something."

His cheeks flushed slightly. "I was just... scared. But you're nice, so I'm okay now." He smiled, soft and genuine. "By the way, I'm Park Jimin. And you?" "Yoongi."He tilted his head. "Yoongi... and your last name?""Don't know," I answered shortly, watching his face fall a bit."Oh, I'm sorry...""Don't be. It's fine." But before I could say anything else, a sharp knock sounded at the door. "Looks like your hyung is already here."

When I opened the door, it wasn't one person—it was five. They all filed into my apartment as if they owned the place. Before I could react, one of them grabbed my hair and shoved me to the floor.

"Hey!" I shouted, wincing at the pain.The group surrounded Jimin, asking what had happened, checking if he was hurt. I was still on the floor when I heard Jimin finally explain, "...he saved me from being beaten. He even brought me here to treat my wounds."The one holding my hair—a muscular guy —that looks like a bunny—finally released me, the tension in his face easing.

 "Thank you for saving my brother. You did a lot for us, and we'll make sure to repay you." "You don't have to," I replied, standing up. "Could you just... hurry it up? I don't like being late for school."Jimin chimed in with a small smile. "Hyung, he goes to the same school as us! Let's take him with us."The guy who'd let go of me smirked. "Of course, we will, Jimin." He turned to me, his expression a little friendlier. "By the way, Yoongi, what class are you in?""2B."

His face lit up. "Same as us!" He gestured to the others. "I'm Jeon Jungkook, and that's Kim Taehyung, our hyung Namjoon, Jin hyung in front of Jimin, and finally J-Hope—Hoseok hyung."I nodded slightly, taking in their names. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Yoongi.""Nice to meet you too," they replied in unison.

While Jimin got ready, Jin glanced around my kitchen and frowned. "Why is your kitchen so empty? You should ask your mom to stock it for you. Starting the day without breakfast is unhealthy, and street food isn't much better."

"I usually eat at the restaurant where I work. The owner packs me food, but last night I gave my breakfast to Jimin. He looked exhausted, so I figured he needed it more."

Before Jin could respond, Jimin came out, ready for school. "I'm all set. Let's go, hyung."We headed out, with Taehyung driving us. As soon as we arrived, I felt every eye on us. "Is it just me, or is everyone staring?""It's not just you," Jimin chuckled.In the crowd, I overheard whispers, "The Kims are here."

So, these are the famous Kims—the ones I was planning to avoid. "So, you're the famous Kims," I muttered."Yep, that's us," Jungkook said with a grin.

I sighed. "There goes my calm life."Jimin laughed, amused by my reaction, while Taehyung smirked. "With that look, I doubt your life was ever calm."I shrugged. "I don't know. I woke up in a hospital with no memories. If I remember anything one day, I'll let you know if my life was calm or not."My words left them silent, which was exactly what I wanted. 

We entered the classroom, me in front and them behind, each nudging the other to talk but looking oddly shy. Not what I expected from the Kims, not after all the rumors.

Class had barely started when Jimin leaned over, his usual friendly energy breaking the silence. "So, Yoongi, how old are you? You seem a bit older than the rest of us." "Seventeen," I replied, keeping my tone casual.Jungkook looked surprised. "Same as me, then! Jimin and Taehyung are eighteen." "Wow, so we're all around the same age," Taehyung added with a grin.

"But you feel... different. More mature, maybe."I shrugged. "Guess I had to grow up fast."Jimin tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Why's that, Yoongi? Do you live alone?"

I hesitated, not used to talking about it. "Yeah... I do."

The three exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from playful curiosity to genuine concern.

Jungkook's smile faded. "Living alone at our age must be hard. What happened to your family?"

I sighed. "I don't remember them. I actually don't remember much from my past. I woke up in a hospital with memory loss."

Jimin's eyes softened. "You... don't remember anything?"

"Not really. Just bits and pieces, but nothing that helps me figure out who I was. Since then, I've been on my own, working part-time to get by."

Taehyung looked thoughtful. "That's... tough. But, hey, you've got us now!"Jungkook nodded. "Yeah! From now on, you're not alone, hyung."

Their warmth surprised me, stirring something deep inside. I'd spent so long on my own, keeping people at a distance. But now, looking at them, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to face everything alone.

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I packed my things, ready to head out when Taehyung called out, "Hey, Yoongi! Need a ride?"

I blinked, surprised. "Uh... I was going to walk, but if you're offering..." "Of course!" Taehyung grinned, his boxy smile lighting up his face. "Hop in. Where do you work?" "At a restaurant a few blocks away," I replied as we headed to the parking lot. "It's not far."

The others followed, Jimin and Jungkook chatting animatedly behind us. We reached Taehyung's car, and I got in the passenger seat while Jimin and Jungkook squeezed into the back.As we drove, Taehyung glanced over. "So, how long have you worked there?" "Not long. Just a few months," I said, looking out the window. "The owner is nice. He lets me eat there sometimes and packs extra food."

Jimin leaned forward, resting his chin on the seat. "That's really kind of him. Does he know... about your situation?"I nodded slightly. "Yeah, he's one of the few who knows. He's been a big help."Jungkook piped up from the back. "You're lucky to have found someone like that. And now you have us too, hyung."

I gave a small smile, touched by his words. Their warmth and easy smiles were unlike anything I'd pictured after hearing all the gossip.

When we pulled up to the restaurant, I unbuckled my seatbelt, turning back to them. "Thanks for the ride. I... appreciate it."

Taehyung flashed his signature grin. "Anytime, Yoongi. See you tomorrow!"

As I watched them drive off, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, things were starting to change for the better.