Remember Me | JiKook

The Lost Year : Finding You

So, i know that all of you are freaking out but from now on a few chapters will be based on what happened during the year that Jimin lost. This is the first chapter of the series. As you probably already know, it's gonna be MarkMin. These next few chapters will be in author's POV.

They met under pretty normal circumstances. One was locked in inside a public toilet in an amusement park and the other was ditched by his 'not gay' but low-key romancing friends.

"I knew I was third wheeling!" Jimin muttered to himself. Two of his friends, namely Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin insisted Jimin to tag along with them as they were visiting the theme park. But as soon as they entered the park, his friends seemed to have entirely and utterly forgotten about his existence whatsoever.

He wished that he didn't fight with Yoongi so he didn't have to spend a Christmas Eve alone. Namjoon probably pitied his state so he asked him to join him and his 'friend'. He didn't know Seokjin personally but Namjoon introduced him to Yoongi and Jimin a week ago. However, the oh-so-straight Namjoon had a little soft spot for the guy which he, himself, failed to notice.

Currently, Jimin was washing his hands and trying to get the big, red stain off his white shirt, which he was failing at miserably. In the end, he sighed giving up and leaving for home. But a certain "Help me" stopped him from getting out.

There was nobody else in the washroom so he figured it was coming from inside one of the stalls. And sure enough, as he got closer to a suspicious looking stall, the noise grew louder.

"Is anyone in there?"

"Yes! Yes, please help me. I'm locked in here!"

"Ah-okay....Let me see what I can do"
As soon as he tried twisting the knob, he noticed a small rubber band attached to it. He sighed knowing how silly yet dangerous it was. He twisted the knob again after removing the rubber band, the door opened revealing a red haired male. He was wearing a red shirt which seemed to match his hair, compliment his tight leather pants and look similar to the red on Jimin's shirt.

"Thank you very much!"

"It's whatever" Jimin was about to leave when the rather attractive male called at him, but he would never admit that he found him attractive and was glad that he stopped him.

"Wait!"

Jimin turned around once again and sighed knowing that he was not going home anytime soon. "I'm Mark. Mark Tuan" Mark extended his left hand towards Jimin. Jimin walked towards him and shook it.

"I'm Park Jimin"

"Yes, I know" Jimin gave him an amused expression.

"Oh really? Look, I'd love to sit and chat but I need to go home now because I have this big red stain on my favourite shirt and my friends are nowhere to be found so good night" He shot a fake smile towards the other and started leaving again.

He only took three steps towards the door when he felt a slight tug on his sleeves. He turned around to see Mark with his head down, a slight tint of pink on his cheeks. Cute.

"What do you want now?"

"Umm...Can y-you p-please drop me home?" At first, Jimin couldn't understand what he said because it was barely a whisper but after staring at Mark for a few seconds he got it.

"W-what?"

"Please? I promise I won't be a bother. It's so late and Jackson just left me in there, locked for two hours" Jimin could see something sparkling in his eyes, was it a tear? He sniffed before speaking again "He, h-he just left me there after dumping me and...." By then, he was basically sobbing in front of a very confused Jimin.