Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

"Hey, Yoongi?" Jimin muttered.
"What? I'm kind of busy right now."
"If you had to pick anyone out of the group to date, who would it be?" He asked. I blinked rapidly and then turned to look at him.
"You."

It's been about a week and a half ever since Jimin woke up. We haven't been allowed to go see him, and we've had no word from our manager on what our plans for BTS are.
It's really lonely at the dorms without Jimin. We were all told we could go back to our families in this time of need, but nobody left. I haven't been able to sleep seeing his bunk empty. Even if I told him how much I hated when he crawled into my bunk just to play some "Remember When" game, I rather have that right now than not have him here at all.
It's probably about 7 AM. I slept for maybe an hour throughout the night. Everybody else seemed to not have trouble sleeping.
I hadn't spoken to Jungkook about our fight. Two days after Jimin woke up, we had a "meeting" that Jin thought would be a good idea. Everybody just wanted me to know that they don't blame me and that I shouldn't blame myself. I said "great" and got up and left.
Hoseok came up to me last night and very silently said, "You're like a lost puppy when he's not around." The way he gripped my shoulder when he said that made me think of when Jimin would always squeeze my shoulder when I made him laugh. I shrugged Hoseok away.
Rolling over on to my side, I closed my eyes, trying my best to get the last few minutes of silence in before the group would get up and mope around for the day.

***

"Yoongi, get up," a deep voice said, large hands shaking me a little. I grumbled against my pillow and stuffed my face into it, a large sigh leaving my lips. "What," I finally said. "The manager wants us all at the table so he can talk to us."
Taehyung.
It was Taehyung's voice.
"Fine," I muttered, slowly sitting up and rubbing at my face.

When I finally managed to get out of my half asleep funk, I walked to the table in the kitchen, the seat reserved for me ice cold. I glanced over at where Jimin would usually sit.
Instead, it was our manager.
"Nice of you to finally join us, Yoongi," he said with a nod to his head. I just raised my brows at him and then looked down, waiting for the next bad news he had to throw at us.
"Jimin is going home today. Home, home. Not back with you guys." He was fidgeting with his fingers. He only ever did that when he was nervous. Or when he eats green pepper. I think green peppers make him jittery. "So, what does that mean?" Hoseok chimed in.
"Well, he will be coming here later today to gather his things."
"Wait, gather his things? Like he's moving out?" I blurted out but he ignored my question.
"When he is here, please do not interact with him. Try to stay out of his way. I'm sorry boys, but Jimin doesn't remember any of you. He doesn't remember living here. His mother will be here with him so she can help him get his things, other than that, do not socialize with him outside of human interaction. As in, no social media or texting with him."
Everybody was so quiet. I think I got even more paler than I was two summers ago.
"What does that mean for BTS?" Namjoon asked, but I think everybody wanted to know the same question.
"We will keep going, and by the time Jimin regains his memory, then he can join us again."
"Shouldn't he be around people and surroundings that will re-jog his memory?" Hoseok pointed out, and our manager paused.
"Doctor is scared that if that happens, a chemical imbalance in his brain can affect him when the only person that can look after him at all times is his mother."
I gritted my teeth. He couldn't of forgotten us. Especially at what Jimin said when he woke up and saw me.
"Boys, it'll be no more than a month that he'll be away, alright?" Our manager said, but he swallowed hard after he said that and quickly stood up like he was afraid of any more questions.
"Just remember what I said. I'll be here as well when Jimin and his mother come around to get his stuff." He looked at all of us, like he was doing a head count but his expression changed when he counted six instead of seven.

He's about to be counting five out of seven if Jimin leaves BTS.

"My baby boy," I whispered to myself, head in my hands, but thankfully everybody had gotten up and left to do their own thing.
"Please don't forget me."

***

It was about three hours after that meeting that Jimin and his mother arrived. Our manager helped her inside and he led her to where we all sleep first. Jimin didn't come in. And everybody else was acting like nothing was happening. I know that's how we were told to act, but I needed to do something. Find something out.
I looked around - just to make sure nobody would notice as I walk to the front door as quietly as I could. When I opened it, I peeked out and Jimin was leaning against the car, arms crossed and gaze on the tar. You could still see the scars on his face, and he was using a crutch under one arm for his leg. His posture was a little messed up, you could tell. He looked stiff. Afraid.
I closed the door behind me and the moment I started walking towards him, his head shot up and I think he was expecting his mother. Instead, the whole demeanor of his face twisted and he lost even more color in his face and it almost looked like he was acting like nobody was even walking towards him.
"Hey," I said, but he flicked his eyes at me and only flashed me a grin. My heart hurt. It hurt so much. I just wanted to chuck his crutch, grab him, hold him, and never let anything else hurt him.
"I was told you don't remember any of us." Still, Jimin just looked at me without a real reply.
"Is that true?"
He weakly nodded.
"You don't remember me?"
He shook his head as his eyes dropped to the ground.
"I don't believe you," I blurted out, and my voice cracked. I wasn't about to cry. No way.
He just stood there in silence.
"Jimin, I love you," I said softly, my hands reaching out to touch him, but then I stop myself. Still, nothing.
So, before I get caught, I took the remaining steps between us, let my hand slide to the nape of his neck, and pressed my lips against his firmly.

And.. he kind of, sort of, maybe kissed me back.