sequel; reply☁️yoonmin

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my heart thumped. i struggled to breathe. yoongi, min yoongi, was stood across the street. the worst part however, was that he hadn't moved. he was leaning against a lamppost, texting somebody, in my range of view. i couldn't look anywhere without seeing him. my face was surely shining with sweat, and my eyes were wide. 

"okie dokie, i'm ba- oh my god what's wrong?" hoseok asked, evident concern in his voice. i realised i couldn't talk, my voice only cracked. "y-yoongi," i managed, pointing. i could tell by the way hoseok froze, that i was right. i wasn't seeing things. "do you, wanna say hi?" hoseok asked me, which was probably the stupidest question he could've asked. as much as i wanted to, i wouldn't be able. "i do." it seemed my mouth was working faster than my brain. but i couldn't turn back now. i was going to talk to him, the man i thought was dead for over half a year. 

we left the restaurant, and i devised a plan. "i'm gonna pretend to trip over, and hit his earphones by accident, so i can apologise. he'll look up then, has to." hoseok chuckled quietly but stood back, letting me go. i walked forward, my heart in my mouth. i could see his scars better up close. they were deep, stitches still visible. and i tripped, my hand perfectly colliding with his earphones. "oh shit, sorry," he said to me, confusing in the slightest. 
"oh no, don't apologise, it was me." i reached to him to hand him the earphones, looking up at him.

"yoongi?" i asked, feigning surprise. he stared at me, so hard i could almost see the cogs turning in his brain. and then he laughed, but it wasn't a good sound. "hey, i know you. i know that much. but i don't know who you are. i'd be interested to find out, but it looks like someone's waiting for you, and i don't want to upset them." i followed his gaze, until my eyes landed on hoseok. "so, i guess i'll see you around -"
"jimin?" hoseok said, as i realised i had forgotten to look away. 
"i'll see you around jimin," yoongi finished, and stood up fully, walking down the street. 

i stared after him. my heart, broken into a million pieces. the pain was almost worse than thinking he was dead. i say almost, that feeling is incomparable. 

he doesn't remember me. so everything we had, everything we did, everything we were, is lost. i can't shake the feeling that it just wasn't important to him, that if it was, he would remember. but memories aren't things you can just decide to forget. 

"jimin? what happened?" hoseok's voice brought my back to my senses. 
"i think he has amnesia. he doesn't remember who i am." 
"maybe it's for the best? you can both move on?"

i pondered. "yeah. maybe."