| Curiosity || Yoonmin |

Ch16 ~ Forgotten...

A/N: You guys, 900 reads :'( thank you so much.

Anyone else cry while watching the Young Forever MV? I wasn't ready for it, they didn't give us any warning! They just dropped the bomb on me like it was nothing XD

Jimin's POV

My eyes fluttered agape, reacting to the presence of light being emitted by something foreign from my body. As my eyes let in more light, I saw a figure moving closer to me. Small...maybe even medium height, grey hair and pale, sugary skin. The figure's face came into view and suddenly, I felt my eyes widen at the sight. Yoongi hyung? I thought. The figure nodded and reached a hand over to me, but as I reached to touch it...

"Jimin?" A voice called out as my eyes opened to find I was laying in a hospital bed. It was a dream? "Ahh you're awake."

"Taemin hyung?" I croaked, my voice barely audible. "what happened?"

"Your friends rushed you over here." He scribbled something down on his clipboard. "It seems you collapsed after having a painful migraine." I sat up, taking in the familiar surroundings. I'd been here before, when I perished in that car wreckage. "Do you feel dizzy at all?"

"No, I'm fine." I lied, my head was pounding, agonisingly keeping in time with my heart beat. I felt like my head was going to explode.

"Jimin c'mon," Taemin hyung scoffed. "I know you a lot better than that." He was my cousin, a close family relative, near my age and had partially grown up with me and my sister. Thus, the reason why he was the doctor taking care of me in my current state.

"Do you always have to read my mind like that?" I fell back on the hospital bed, giggling slightly at how my cousin was so familiar with my lying habits.

"You make it too easy kid." He grinned. "We did grow up together Chim, I didn't know you would under- estimate me like that." He slapped my thigh playfully. "But seriously," his tone turned serious, doctor mode on! "do you feel dizzy? Nausea? Memory loss?" He pried.

"Funny hyung, already got the last one." I smiled, amused. "My head's pounding, I feel like it might blow up any minute now hyung." I covered my eyes with the back of my arm and smiled slightly, entertained by how much he knew me, and even after he spent a few years away for Uni in another part of Korea.

"Right...pain killers, I'll have them sent to you so you can get rid of the pain." He told me, almost hesitating. He knew I hated taking medicine, it always tasted putrid, even if they were handed to me in the form of tablets. If I didn't swallow it the first time, it would get stuck in teeth and the unbearable taste leaks out of the pill. Disgusting.

"Ughhh." I groaned.

"I know how you feel," he sympathised with me. "But you need to take them if you ever wanna get better." I nodded under my weighty arm reluctantly and heard him make his way to the door. "Your friends are here too." And he exited the room.

My thoughts wavered in my head, feathering out without halting and some even exited my plump lips. "What was that dream?" I asked myself, recalling the different events that happened in that dream, the different rays of light that seemed to emit out of Yoongi hyung's body, his radiantly blinding smile and that buzzing feeling I experienced when I set eyes on him. Could it be? Has he been next to me this entire time?

"Excuse me Jimin ssi?" A deep female voice knocked on the open door of my room. "I have your pills and water." She held a tray in her arms and entered.

"Oh right," I smiled forcefully and struggled to sit up. I reached for the pills and water reluctantly put them in my mouth. I gulped down the water as soon as the white solid substance entered my dried, red lips. I openned my mouth to show her I'd swallowed them whole first try. She glided out of the room swiftly, closing the door behind her and grinning happily at me with those chinky brown eyes.

As soon as she'd left, I collapsed back on my bed and laid there, contemplating the dream, asking himself why that dream came to be and why Yoongi hyung turned out to be the subject of it. Dreams of him hadn't really ocurred at all, in that dream, Yoongi hyung appeared heavenly, and somewhat familiar. Funnily enough, this dream happened right after he told me he had known me a lot longer than I'd thought. Ahhh, what a mess I thought, a lot more laid back than what I'd thought I'd be.

Author's POV

"Yoongi hyung?" Jimin beckoned for Yoongi in the crowd of familiar faces. "Could I talk to you? Alone?" Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief, what was this shocking new developement?

"What? Why?" Minji asked, excitedly curious. The seven pairs of glistening pupils narrowed their eyes at the hospitalized individual, in a mutual suspicion. Why so suddenly? Had he forgotten what had happened so soon? Had he failed to remember the episode that took place in the public showers of the sports hall? Had he released Yoongi of his sin and finally forgiven him?

"Child, I'll tell you later now scoot off, all of you." He grinned, gesturing them all out appart from the grey headed koala bear leaning on the doorway. They all eyed him curiously while making their way out of the hospital room, asking Jimin mentally why he he had to shove the rest of them out, and leave the silver headed song writer in his midst. Maybe he'd finally remembered who Yoongi was and had always been to him. Maybe he'd remembered what Yoongi meant to him. Or maybe, he just wanted to talk to him privately, like he just said.

"How you feeling?" Yoongi asked, trying to break the ice in a comfortable way, seeking refuge in the caverns of Jimin's dark, hazel eyes.

"I'm fine..." Jimin answered as if he needed to say something urgent, something he was afraid he was going to forget if he didn't let it out quick enough.

"Right..." Yoongi looked over at the hospitalised brunette. "...um...what's up?" He asked awkwardly.

"Oh! Right...uh..." Jimin scratched the back of his head and hesitated on what he wanted to say. It occurred to him that he didn't quite think all of this through. Oh my God, what the actual hell do I say?! Ok ok, deep breath, relax, you got this. "I had a dream about you."

"That's creepy." Yoongi felt flattered, his forgetful keeper was thinking about him so much at night, he was seeing him in the wake of his sleep. "Did you think of me that much?"

"You're so big headed!" Yoongi complained. "When I was having that migraine, all I saw was you." Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. From what Yoongi could recall, Jimin wasn't attracted to him in the way Yoongi was infatuated with him. He'd always been friendly and social toward him, but Jimin never batted an eye at the sleep orientated composer. His distant eyes were always preoccupied with someone else.

"I don't understand..." Yoongi insinuated slowly. "Why did you have a dream about me?"

"That's why I called you out here alone..." Jimin started to look afraid, and yet oddly curious. "Yoongi hyung...who are you?" His words echoed around the small hospital room, filling that miniscule space with the deafening sound of anticipation. Yoongi looked away from the younger, Yoongi was put into a quandary, he didn't know how to answer, he wasn't sure if he was ready yet to tell Jimin the whole story.

"I-I...." Yoongi started, but discontinued his sentence, irritating the brunette tucked under the white hospital sheets. Jimin gripped at the hem of his comforter, containing what little patience he had. His Curiousity had suddenly sky rocketed upon having that ambiguous illusion within his mind.

"Hyung...please tell me..." he pleaded, whimpering as he tried to keep rising tears in the confines of his fluttering eyelids. Yoongi still couldn't find the words. Annoyance swirled and infested Jimin's fragile body. The curiousity in his system ate away at him, his patience wearing thin as he readied himself to errupt into a chaos of profanities, but stopped when Yoongi looked up at him with a sad smile spread across his snowy white face.

"I'm just...someone you forgot about..."