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Memory

Yoongi

Upon waking up, I hear hisses emerge from nearby. On the TV is some children's show, Yo Kai Watch. I smile subconsciously, thinking of the child I call my boyfriend. The scene grows familiar, almost like a rerun of a show.

I've been here before.

"Hyung! Wake up!"

I turn over, leaning my head on my arm, my other arm tucked between my thighs. I could have sworn that I've lived this moment before. Closing my eyes, I begin to remember. I begin to remember everything. From the day me and Tae met, to when I left to go home the night Jisoo jumped me.

"Holy crap! Tae!" I yell, jolting up.

"Hyung? What happened?" he comes running from the kitchen, towel in hand.

I look up at him, smiling widely, "Tae Bear! I remember!"

He looks at me confused, "You remember what?"

"You! I have my memories back! Tae, ask me anything! Do it!"

Taehyung sits next to me, rubbing his hand through my hair, "Doll, what did you say to me when you woke up, in this same situation?"

"'I never want this to end, but you might burn my lamb skewers.'" I say hesitating to the smallest amount.

He attacks me, hugging me like it had been years since we'd seen each other.

"Tae. Food."

He groans, "But-."

"Tae. You will burn the house down."

"Okay. At least come with me."

I smile, pulling him off the couch, and dragging him to the kitchen. I lean on the counter behind him, a content sigh leaving my lungs. Watching Tae pull the kabob out from the microwave, I lick my lips hungrily.

Light seeps through the window just above the sink, a beautiful glow showing on Taehyung's skin, contrasting to the tan color he reserved. I continued to stare at the ethereal man in front of me.

"Yoongi, you could take a picture. It'll last longer." Tae smirks.

I shake my head, "But even a camera can't capture the beauty you hold."

Smiling widely, a cherry red covers his cheeks, "You were supposed to let me have the last say!"

"Sorry Baby." I whisper, wrapping my arm around his small waist, pulling him forward.

He leans on my body, breathing slowly. The feeling of euphoria washes over, the calm, relaxed state I'm in becoming more noticeable.

"I missed you," I say quietly.

"Hyung, you've been with me for a while."

"Yeah, but now I know who you are, as terrible as it sounds. I missed knowing everything about you," I explain.

I begin to circle my hand on the lower part of his back, the soft fabric tickling his skin. I lift the shirt slightly, just to the extent that my hand is resting on the divot of his back. It was a place I never knew I wanted to travel to. It felt so good. It was the perfect mixture of soft, rough, and it fell in all the right places. The circles I drew had a strong effect on me, and they must have had the same effect on Taehyung. Just based on the heavenly giggles he released.

"Y-Yoongi! Stop~!" he struggled to say, due to the soft laughs.

I hum, dragging my hand up to his shoulder blades, tracing them with my thumb. The shirt dragged up along with my hand, being held at the middle if his back. I could feel a scar, running up his shoulder, stopping at his neck. I remembered exactly what happened that day. It was the day Tae tried to end his life, and put mine into despair. Leaving the scar, I make my way to his side, his almost hourglass shape making an appearance.