remember me ; jikook

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•Jimin POV•

The smell of cotton candy.

The warm hot sun showering down on his beautiful face.

People, all different, laughing and having the time of their lives.

And there he was.

The light, my love, the warmth.

I grasp his hand tightly, not wanting for him to drift away from my life.

I felt at ease.

But most importantly, I had him.

But...

Who was he?

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"Wake up, Jimin-ah."

I open my eyes and I see annoying Jungkook, holding a tray of breakfast.

"What?!" I snapped. I hate waking up.

"I made you breakfast!" Jungkook smiled and placed it on my lap.

"No, really?" I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, Chimmie. I just thought you'd enjoy breakfast without getting out of bed," Jungkook responded, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"I guess..." I narrowed my eyes at him.

Jeon Jungkook. How to describe him? A really hot, annoying, irritating boy who followed my every move. Sometimes I feel comfortable around him like I've known him, but other times I feel as if he's too clingy and desperate.

"So, how'd you sleep?" Jungkook asked.

"Fine. I dreamt of someone, but the face was all blurry." I squinted and placed bacon in my mouth.

I felt a hand grip my wrist, and I looked up to see Jungkook with sad pestering eyes.

"Do you remember what it was about?" He questioned eagerly.

"Ease off, Kookie. And it was somewhere at like a carnival," I replied, shrugging.

"Did you just call me-"

"Kookie? Yea," I responded, looking at his weird desperate eyes. What was wrong with the nickname Kookie?

"Why?" Jungkook blurted, almost pleading for a right response.

"I don't know? It just... Came out, I guess."

Jungkook sighed, and stood up to leave my room. Finally.

But, all of a sudden I feel a pair of arms around my waist, his hot breath hitting my neck.

My heart pounded uncontrollably, and my cheeks flushed warmly.

Why are my palms sweaty? Why do I feel so warm inside?

And why did I hug this stranger back?

"I missed you so much, Jiminie," Jungkook whispered, his sweet smell rising to my nose.

I froze.

Why do I feel as if Jungkook is so familiar? How come I feel as if I can love him? And why am I cherishing this hug...this moment?

"Space Jungkook! I need space!" I snapped out of nowhere and pushed him off.

I didn't meet his teary, depressed eyes, and I placed my breakfast on the desk, crawling back in the bed sheets.

I didn't dare face Jungkook again as he walked slowly out of my room.

Tears ran down my cheek, and the next thing you know, I was sobbing.

Why did this have to happen to me?