Will You Remember The Stars || MYG

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A/N - I'm sorry for not updating the story :(

I woke to the sounds of birds chirping, the soft wind thrusted against my curtains. I sat up in my bed, wrapped in the warmth of my blanket and stared at the dark sky. It was too early, for some unknown reason I've been waking up so early. I wasn't tired anymore, the thought of Yoongi again came up. It continued to bother me, I know it's not really my business but it is now.

I laid down in my bed as I played on my phone for the past three hours. It was now eight o'clock. I let out a heavy sign and went into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to not much and turned to check if JiHyun was home. I walked through the the rooms of the house and there was no sign of her "I see, she's probably working or with Chanyeol." I scrolled through the channels of the television and continued to breath loudly.

The house was silent and the only sound was me breathing. "Ugh there's nothing to do!" I sat up and stared at nothing but 'space.' I heard the door knock "Who could be here at this time?" I walked to the door and tip toed to look through the peep hole. I stared to groan and try to make out who it was. "Oh it's Jimin" I quickly unlocked the door and let him in. I sat down and greeted him. "Hi MinAh" he smiled at me. "Could you do something for me?" I asked "Sure, what is it?" I looked out the window and back at him. "Could you take me to Yoongi's house?" He nodded "Okay, but why?"

I wasn't sure if I should tell him. "I'll tell you as you take me" He smiled brightly "Okay!" He said. Jimin drove me as I told him through the whole car ride. "Hope he'll remember everything soon, fighting!!" he said as I opened the door to leave. "Me too, thanks for the ride." I walked over to his door and knocked, Yoongi opened it. He looked like he just woke up from a nap, his bed head was the best thing to see. "Oh" he rubbed his eyes "what are you doing here?" He asked keeping the door half opened as he leaned against it.

I stayed quiet as I pushed him lightly back into the house. I walked in and locked it, "What are you doing?" He said standing lost. "Do you remember anything at all?" I asked walking up to him, he looked at me confused "What do you mean?" He sniffled. I held a locket with Yoongi's parents in it. His grandmother said it was his favorite thing to carry around since he was young, so I took it. I reached my arm out to him, showing the picture.

He said nothing and kept on staring at it. Then soon took it from my hand, "Who are they?" Yoongi looked at me facing the picture to me. I gave out a heavy breath, "It's your parents" I pointed at the woman "your mom" I moved my finger to the man "and your dad." All he did was stare at it, nothing was done and nothing had changed. We stood in the same spot for a few minutes, no one broke the silence that held thick in the room.

He took a deep breath, "Are you sure?" He finally asked. I nodded, "I went to your grandmothers house for you." He bit his lip and in his palm, the picture was being held tightly. He sat down, "I'm not convinced, I have no memory of them. I was told I was an orphan, I was adopted by an elderly lady." Yoongi turned to me "She told me to call her 'grandmother'" he closed his eyes and turned his back on me. "I lived my whole sixteen years without memories of them, so I don't think what you're saying is true."

"But it's true!" I shouted quite loudly "you have to believe me, I knew you since I was young." He didn't move or turn to face me, he slouched and dropped the locket on the table. "Stop making up nonsense, I don't even know you." It was quiet again, I could hear the clock ticking in the other room, the refrigerator buzzing and the sink water dripping. "Please just stop, you try to make a scene with things you don't know. It annoying." He was back to his old self, he wasn't as cold as before but slowly turning back.

"I'm not, I sear-" he cut me off, "I said stop it!" He yelled turning to me quickly. "There's no history of me and those people, not even with you." His voice lowered, but his temper didn't nor did his expression. I was becoming annoyed myself, I ran out. Step by step I burned my energy. I was tired, my anger cooled down as my sadness filled up. "Why doesn't he just listen to me?" I reached the park. Only the sounds of the swings swaying slowly through the dark night and the street light hanging over it.