Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

"Give me your phone," Yoongi said, head nodding towards my cellular device. 

"My phone?" I question, slowly extending it out to him. I watch as he takes it, his thumb swiping up and then his arm rising upward. "What are you doing?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "Taking a picture of myself and setting it as your home screen. Nobody else will ever see that selfie but you." 

I couldn't do this anymore.

I couldn't not speak to the rest of the group.

I couldn't bring myself to sign my career off. 

I couldn't listen to the only boy I have ever loved stand here and beg for me to remember him when I never forgot him. 

God, I missed him. 

"Jimin?" I heard him say, but I was too busy hanging my head in shame and feeling the hot tears stream down my cheeks to answer him. 

"Jimin," I heard him say again, but in a more serious tone. "Jimin, look at me," Yoongi begged, taking a step forward and cupping my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "You remember.. Everything.. Don't you?" He asked, brows furrowing. I choked on a sob as I looked at his face, slowly nodding my head in response. I watched as the male in front of me seemed to go through a handful of different emotions at once. 

However, the one that he chose to express took me by surprise.

"Are you kidding me? You lied! To everyone! I thought BTS was your life just as much as mine. You lied, you left us all. For what? A regular life? And to top it off you don't even bother to speak to me!" He yelled, people around us either now walking faster or walking slower to watch this male have a screaming fit. 

But I wasn't having it.

"Speak to you? You did this to me! You let me walk out that door after telling me that I'd be nothing but a co-worker to you and I almost lost my life. I could have well off lost all my memories. So why in the hell do I need to talk to you, why? You don't deserve some apology. All you've done is push and pull my emotions when you must have known for four years that I've always loved you. But you're too goddamn scared to let me!" I yelled back, eyes as furious as his own. However, as all of that sunk into his thick skull, his face started to drop and so did his eyes. 

This wasn't the Yoongi that everyone saw. 

I watched and stood in silence as I notice the tears brim up in his eyes. His bottom lip quivered and even though I was mad, I wanted to reach out and hold him. 

"I said sorry to you every single day since the last time I saw you," he croaked out.

"What?" 

"Before I go to sleep every night, I tell you I'm sorry," he admitted, his breathing hitching and the tears finally escaping all over his porcelain cheeks.

I felt my heart break. I didn't actually blame him for my accident, it was just something that came out like word vomit. 

"Yoongi," I whispered, shaking my head. 

"I wish it was me. I wish that it was me that was in the accident."

"Stop that, no. Hey, I don't actually blame you. You should be happy, you know? I remember you. I never forgot you. I never will." I reach out to touch his arm, but I'm too slow because he twists his torso and starts fast walking away from me. 

Excuse me? 

I wiped at my cheeks and furrowed my brows, grumbling to myself as I started off behind him.

He would be the reason I turn into a grumpy old man. 

I couldn't yell his name, for that could give his identity away. I wasn't worried about mine, it had been long enough for the media to really forget about me, including the people the lived around here. 

I don't know where the hell he was going, but I was going to make it my mission to not let him out of my sight. 

***

He fast walked for about five minutes before I could tell he was getting tired. He had turned off on to a grass patch that held an empty bench, his slender body slumping into the seat. I took my time getting to him, but as I sunk down beside him, he looked away and I could tell the tears were still coming. If he was smart, he'd put the sunglasses back on. 

"Yoongi," I whispered, scooting closer and doing as he did before to me by cupping his chin. I pulled his head to face me, our eyes meeting and sending electric shocks throughout the inside of my body. 

"Do you love me?" I asked softly, reaching to wipe away some tears that had just fallen from his puppy eyes. 

One beat.

Two beat.

Three beat.

Fou --

"I love you so much," he finally said, his voice cracking. I just nodded my head once before I leaned in and pressed our foreheads together, my hand cupping his cheek. 

"Yoongi, it's me. It's Jimin. I remember you. I'm sitting right in front of you," I whispered, my eyes watching his own as I could tell he was only now having that realization. 

"You-," he started to say, but I stopped him as I closed my eyes and pressed our lips together in a soft kiss. 

I don't know what I was doing. 

But I do know it felt right.