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Chapter 20, Yoongi

Chapter 20
Yoongi

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, golden rays creeping in like curious little spies. They kissed our faces softly, as if trying to pull us from our peaceful slumber. I groaned in protest, scrunching my nose and burying my face deeper into Jimin's chest.

I wasn't ready to wake up yet-not when he was so warm, so close.

Jimin shifted slightly beneath me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Even in sleep, he smelled sweet, like vanilla and something uniquely his. A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I nuzzled closer, fully intent on ignoring the world outside our little cocoon of warmth.

But then, I felt it.

That unmistakable sensation of being watched.

Even in my half-asleep state, I knew Jimin's eyes were on me. I could feel his gaze, soft and lingering, as if he were memorizing every detail of my face.

I cracked one eye open-just barely-only to see him staring at me, a quiet smile playing on his lips. His expression held something deep, something unreadable, yet undeniably warm.

Instead of moving, I decided to play along.

I remained still, keeping my breathing even, pretending I was still lost in sleep. If Jimin wanted to admire me, I wasn't going to stop him. After all, how often do you get the privilege of being adored like this?

His voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard it.

"Why do I feel like I've known you for so many years, Hyung? But I don't remember anything about us. I really don't remember. I only recall meeting you a few weeks ago, but... I want to remember everything about us, Hyung. I really do. My handsome cat..."

My breath hitched.

Jimin... wanted to remember.

Even though he had no recollection of our past together, he still felt something. That unshakable connection between us-it was there. Even without his memories, his heart still recognized me.

I didn't move, didn't even flinch, when I felt his lips press gently against my forehead. My heart clenched, overwhelmed by the quiet affection in that single gesture.

And then, just as softly as he had kissed me, Jimin carefully shifted away, sitting up.

I barely resisted the urge to pull him back.

From the corner of my eye, I watched as he walked to the closet, picking out his clothes before heading into the washroom.

The second the door closed behind him, my eyes fluttered open completely.

I reached up, fingers brushing against my cheek where his lips had touched just moments ago.

A shaky breath left me, and before I could stop myself, a single tear slipped down my face.

"Jimin, I really love you, my love," I whispered to the empty room. "I promise, if you don't remember our past, I'll be the one to tell you everything. And after you know the truth, you'll decide if you'll stay with me or not, my baby."

I wiped the tear away, letting out a deep breath before a playful smirk curled on my lips.

"JIMIN!" I suddenly shouted, my voice echoing through the apartment.

From inside the washroom, I heard a startled yelp, followed by a hurried, "Hyung, I'm in the washroom!"

I chuckled, imagining his pout from the other side of the door. "Okay, baby! I'm going to take a shower too, and then I'll make breakfast for us. You don't have to do anything, okay?"