Gucci Boy

Prologue

"I'd like to say I'm OK, but I'm not
I try, but I fall
Close my mind, turn it off

But I can't be sober, I cannot sleep
You've got your peace now, but what about me?"

I tossed the empty bottle next to the others on the floor of my hotel bedroom. I could barely comprehend anything and there was no way in hell I would be able to stand up.

I could feel my phone vibrating on the bed but I ignored it. I probably would be unintelligible. I stumbled to the mini fridge, pulling out another beer, this one with the sole intention of washing down the tequila I had just downed. I popped open the cap, swallowing the contents almost whole before setting the bottle down.

My head was pounding and my body was shaking but I could barely feel it over the pain I felt in my heart.

Jungkook forgot about me.

Yesterday, he even thought that I was Yugyeom.

Yoongi doesn't have the heart to break the news to Jungkook about his dead ex. We also can't tell him that I am his boyfriend. Was? Was his boyfriend.

My phone went off again, making me groan before picking it up, tired of hearing the vibration. My drunk self was unable to read the caller ID.

"Hellooooo? It's meeeeee." I sang before laughing.

"Tae? What the fuck man? Are you drunk again?"

"Yoongiiiii! My friendddd. Have I ever told you how much I love the sound of your voice? My ears have orgasms everytime you speak."

"Kim Taehyung. You are drunk out of your mind. What is wrong with you? You were supposed to come and watch a movie with Kook and I!"

"He doesn't want me there." Hiccup. "He can never remember me." Hiccup. "He thinks I'm Yugyeom half of the time, and I can't-" Hiccup "I can't stand to see his face fall in disappointment again." I tried to stand up to climb onto the bed, but fell with an, "ow."

I could hear Yoongi sigh, sounding frustrated. I giggled, finding it funnier than I probably should've. "That's it. I'm coming to your room. Which hotel?"

"The one on 156 Kissmyass Boulevard in Suckmydick, Korea."

"I swear to God, Tae."

"Ooohhh you shouldn't use the Lord's name in vein Yoongi! Bad boy. You deserve a spanking. Come here and let me spank you."

Yoongi snapped, causing my drunk self to freeze in the uncomfortable position I was in. "KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"I-"

Yoongi interrupted me with a huff of annoyance. "You're his boyfriend. You love him. You should be fighting for him, not killing your liver by getting piss drunk every night. He wouldn't want that."

"He doesn't know what he wants. You don't understand Yoongi. He doesn't remember me. Imagine if Hoseok didn't remember you, and then kept thinking you were his dead ex."

Silence.

"Would you not feel the despair that I feel? I can't look at him without wanting to curl up in a ball and cry. Everytime I hear... his name instead of mine..."

"I understand what you're saying, Tae. But you're going to end up dead at this rate. It takes time to gain your memories back. He is starting to remember a few things from the last few years. You need to give him time and patience."

"It's been three months Yoongi. What if he never remembers me?"

"Why don't you try reminding him of you, your relationship? Jungkook is so crazy about you, and I know he would want to remember you. Try and make him remember."

He hung up the phone, and I chuckled before tossing it somewhere in the room. I managed to lift myself up and onto the bed, collapsing onto my back.

••••
The next day I found myself at Jungkook's apartment, which I had moved out of to give the male some space. My head was pounding, but the pain medication was finally starting to kick in and dull the pain some.

I knocked on the door, stuffing my hands deep into my pockets. I heard some shuffling before the door opened, revealing Yoongi, who raised an eyebrow at me.

"What's up?"

"I decided to take your advice. I want to help Jungkook remember."

Yoongi glared holes into my eyes for a second before he gave a small nod, moving out of the way and letting me in. I entered my old apartment, inhaling the familiar smell of chocolate. I turn to face Yoongi, chuckling a little. "Let me guess... he wanted some cookies?"

Yoongi nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course. The boy has such a sweet tooth it's fucking ridiculous. He's in the living room."

"Thanks." I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans before entering the living room, spotting Jungkook curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around his small frame. I could hear the familiar voice of Spongebob. I took a few steps closer, clearing my throat until Jungkook faced me, an unrecognizeable look on his face. "Hey Kookie."

"Nobody calls me Kookie." He turned back to the television, turning the volume up.

I took a deep breath before walking further into the room and sitting down next to him on the couch, enough space between us to fit one or two people.

I considered my options. Jungkook had been in a bad mood quite often, frustrated at the fact that he has the short-term memory of a carrot. Anger boiled through my veins as I reached for the remote, yanking it out of his strong grip.

"Hey! What the fuck are you do-"

I turned the television off, tossing the remote to the other couch, away from Jungkook, who had smoke coming out of his ears.

"I know you can't remember me, or that you think I'm Yugyeom. Jungkook, I can't take this anymore. I need to tell you the truth, at least once. Yugyeom is dead. He has been for close to two years. I am your boyfriend. We met at the coffee shop you worked at. Y-you told me you loved me and then I woke up the next morning to your corpse. I never said it directly to you while you were conscious, but I love you so much. Whether you remember me or not, I need you to know."

"Wait, I-"

"No! I-I need you to remember. What we had was so beautiful, and I don't want it to be abandoned. I won't leave you hanging. I want to help you to remember. I will show you pictures or take you to places and such."

"I really don't need you doing that."

"Too bad, because I love you and I am determined to help you."

"You consider it to be helping me by you telling me that the man I love is dead? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Kookie-"

"It's Jungkook." His tone was flat, anger evident.

"Jungkook, I am the man that you love. You just don't remember me, and it hurts me so much, so, whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me."

His mouth formed a thin line and his fists clenched in his lap. He gritted his teeth for a minute until he spoke. "Fine, Gucci Boy."

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Welcome to the sequel. Thanks to everyone who has stuck around. 👏🏻🎉