Worth Remembering //Park Jimin

I Need You

I woke up in a bedroom with shelves full of books and albums. I heard two little girls laughing and talking to each other but I didn't see anyone anywhere. I woke up in sweat, panting and sat up.

"Y/N are you okay?" Jimin asked as he climbed down from the bunk bed.

"I'm-I'm okay. Sorry to have awoken you," I said quietly.

"A bad dream?" he asked, coming to sit next to me on the bed.

"Yeah I think so," I replied.

To be honest, I've been having these dreams lately. As if they were pieces of my memories.

"It's okay. I'm here now," he said, holding me in a hug.

I hugged him back and took in his scent. It felt safe in his arms.

"I'm okay now. You should go back to bed. We have an early day tomorrow," I said.

"It's okay. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep," he said.

"Then why don't you just sleep here with me?" I asked.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said.

"Then okay."

I moved over to make room for him. We laid there, arm in arm until we both fell asleep.

The next morning, we woke up and prepared for another day of schedules.

"Y/N can you bring these boxes outside for me?" asked manager-nim.

"Ye," I said as I gathered them.

I walked outside the building to throw out the boxes. On my second trip down, I saw the little boy again.

"Y/N-shi. You've been having flashes haven't you?" he asked.

"How did you know?"

"You have two choices. You can stay here but once all your memories come, Jimin won't know you anymore. Or you can remember it all now and go back home," he said.

"What are you talking about? Why should I believe you, a little kid?" I asked.

"Think hard. You know," he said.

I closed my eyes from the pain and tried to recall. Then it hit me all at once. The store. The lollipop. The boy. But that's all I can recall.

"I remember a little," I said.

"You will lose that appearance and become who you really are. That face will no longer exist. So which option will it be?" he asked.

"If I choose the second one, will Jimin still remember the memories of me?" I asked.

"Yes he will. But I can't say if he will know who you are once you go back to your real body," the little boy said.

"I'll give you some time. I'll be back tomorrow," he said as he walked away.

I walked back inside to see everyone busy and at work. If I wasn't here, the world will still be round. Nothing would change. Maybe I should just regain all my memories now.

"Y/N! Good news! We're going to Japan for a fan meeting!" Jimin said excitedly.

"That sounds fun," I said smiling.

"Um Jimin, the doctor said there's a therapy session available for me and I want to try it."

He looked at me surprised.

"I didn't know you talked to a doctor," he said.

"If that's what you want to do, I'll go with you. But tomorrow we'll be in Japan and I want you to come too," he added.

"I'm sorry but I won't be able to go because it's tomorrow. I really want to but-"

"Then skip it and come with me," he said in a serious manner.

"I-I can't. My memories might be able to come back to me and I need to know," I replied.

"With or without your memories, you have me and I have you," he said.

I stayed quiet.

"But if you really want to do the session, then I'll respect your decision," he said.

He took my left hand and slipped a cold ring onto my finger.

"Couple promise rings because I promise I will always come back to you. So wait for me and don't go anywhere," he said before kissing my forehead.

"If your memories come back, you'll have to go home so wait for me and I'll take you home," he said.

"Thank you Jimin. For understanding," I said.

The next day they got ready to go to Japan.

"I'll see you when I get back," he said as he kissed my cheeks.

He showed me that he was wearing the promise ring and motioned for me to show him mine. His manager came over and told him it was time to get into the car. He grabbed his bag and after one last hug, he left to Japan for his schedule.

Once you come back, I might not even be here Park Jimin. I might not even be the Y/N you once knew.

If I remembered everything, I would have to go home but that doesn't mean I would lose him. The little boy told me this body wouldn't last forever. Was it my face that he loved or my heart? If I returned as my real self would he still love me? I guess there's only one way to find out.