Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

"Hyung, are you okay?" Jimin asked, lowering himself to where I was sitting. "I just really overworked my ankle today," I muttered, thumbs pressing into my slightly swollen leg. "Here," Jimin said in a soft voice, pushing my hands away so he could massage my ankle for me.

Busan was not where I grew up, but in a sense it always felt like a second home to me. I didn't know if I just enjoyed the area or if it was because Jimin was born here. However, Ryom had invited me to stay for the last few days of another prolonged break from work. I hadn't even sat in front of a computer and attempted to make music. It made me feel sick knowing that Jimin's voice wouldn't be in the songs. It even made me sick knowing that I never stopped thinking about him and there was a possibility that I never once crossed his mind because he couldn't "remember" anyone. 

I will forever believe that was a lie. But I couldn't be led to believe that he wanted to leave BTS on his own. There was something else to it. 

I lifted my head towards the building that I had been standing in front of for probably five minutes. I had seen someone walk in that looked just like Jimin. The side of his face wasn't beat up, and whoever it was, seemed to be walking perfectly fine. Yes, I felt somewhat like a stalker. Especially since I was dressed in all black and nobody could fully recognize it was me unless you got right up and personal in my face. I wanted to wait to see whoever entered this cafe would come back out; just so I would know it wasn't Jimin. 

But God forbid I could be patient. Taking in a sharp breath, I took the remaining steps to the door of the building, swinging it open as I took a step in. It was a lot more busy than I had expected, but the guy that had caught my attention was only a few steps away. Had he been standing there the whole time? He looked like he was looking for someone. If only he didn't have a mask on, or have the back of his head covered. 

I took a step towards him, my head tilting down to catch a glimpse of his fidgeting hand. 

Baby hands.

Jimin had always gotten picked on for how small his hands were.

My eyes widened behind my sunglasses, hardly even realizing that it could look suspicious that I had sunglasses on inside. Sensitive to light was a good enough excuse, right? 

It had to be him, it just had to be. God, I felt like a crazy person. 

But love makes you do crazy things. 

Even for a hard-ass like myself.

Before I could even think about what I was doing, I took even more steps towards the lost boy and then spoke.

 "Jimin?"

His head turned and when I was finally able to look at his face head on, my heart stopped for a brief second and then started to beat rapidly.

It was him. 

But he didn't seem to recognize me; which only punched me in the chest once. I pulled my mask down under my chin in hopes for him to figure out who I was, but he only had this worried expression on his face. The soft side of me wanted to pull him into my arms, but the hard side of me wanted to hit him against the head.

For what though? What if he really didn't remember me? 

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. It seemed to take ages for him to reply, but he only shook his head no. "You don't remember me? Yoongi? Doesn't ring a bell?" By this time, he was fully facing me and I couldn't help my eyes from wandering up and down to inspect if he was okay. 

"No, I'm sorry," he replied, pulling his mask down, and then starting to take a few steps away from me. Panicking inside, I look around frantically and then back on his worried face. "Jimin, please. Can you just.. Sit and talk for a moment?" I said softly, having to move out of someone's way so they could leave. "I'm sorry," Jimin said again, "I have somewhere to be." He turned his back from me now, but I wasn't going to give up. Before he got too far to what seemed like a table he was walking to, I grabbed his wrist and it made him swing around to shoot a look at me.

"Jimin, I'm begging you. I need to talk to you. If you're faking, if this is real, if you're still in there and love me like you said you once did, please. Please just talk to me. If I was some random person how would I know that you got in a really bad car accident, that you were born in Busan, that you went to school for dance, that you have a little brother who's name I always thought was somewhat similar to your own." My voice cracked and people around us were now looking, however we were still hidden enough that no teen girl could figure us out. His expression seemed to soften as it looked like he was actually contemplating my plead. He glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment before nodding his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Okay, fine. But for the record, I really don't know who you are. So do not kill me." Relief washed over me as he said those words, my fingers letting go of his wrist so I could pull my mask back over the lower half of my face. I motioned with my head to sit at an empty table, but Jimin just shook his head. He pushed past me and headed for the door, my brows furrowing as I followed after him. He waited until I was next to him on the sidewalk to speak, his mask still under his chin. "I was meeting someone there, I didn't want them seeing me and thinking I ditched them." 

"Oh," I muttered, pulling my mask down as I pursed my lips. "A boy?" 

"Yeah, some guy I had to meet to talk about business, that's all."

"Business?" I questioned. 

"So, what do you need to tell me?" He asked, stopping his walking and turning to me, so I did the same. 

"I know you say you don't remember me, but when you woke up from your coma, you told me that even if you did lose your memory.. You'd fall in love with me all over again." Rolling my lips together, I couldn't read the expression on Jimin's face, which only angered me. However, he reached foreword and pulled my sunglasses off, his eyes searching my face. There were some individuals walking around us, but they didn't really pay attention. 

"I don't remember," he said bluntly. I was beginning to feel defeated. 

"I'm here because Ryom lives here and she invited me to stay for a couple days with her family. I only said yes because I knew you lived here. I never thought I would actually see you. I don't think it has even sunk in." 

"And you wanted to tell me this... Because?" He said, the look on his face almost sour. 

"Because I love you. I'm damn Min Yoongi. You have known me for so long, how can you just forget that? How can you forget every single night we slept in the same room? How can you forget living with not only me but five other guys for so long? How can you forget our kiss? Our fights? Our.. damn," I exhaled and then lifted my arm, pulling the sleeve to my hoodie down to reveal a brown bracelet hanging around my wrist. "How can you forget this?" I asked. He was just silent. "Jimin, I have not stopped thinking about you every day. You don't know how many times I wanted to send you a message to just ask if you were okay, if you're eating, or if you're staying warm. The spot where you used to sleep haunts me everyday. I potentially ruined the best thing that ever could have happened to me. I ruined BTS and I lost you. I miss you so much." My heart was hurting and my eyes were stinging, but that all paused when I watched his chin drop down to his chest -- his gaze on the ground now. However, I noticed his shoulders started to tremble and whenever they did that, it meant he was crying. 

"Jimin?" I mumbled.

"I can't do this anymore," he choked out.