Hidden Chapter (Jimin x Reader)

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"Damn girl, looking good as always," Hoseok mutters, taking a long sip of his drink.

"I thought you said you wanted to catch up." I raise my voice, trying to be heard over the loud music.

"I did!"

"Well then why did we come to a club?" I ask and Hoseok flashes a smirk.

"Come on, just like the old days!" I look around the club. The bright lights blinded me, loud music crashing into my ears.

"Wouldn't a quieter place be better?" Hoseoks shakes his head and downs his drink.

"Come on girl. Catch up." I down my own drink and Hoseok grabs my arm, pulling me to join the mass of people on the dance floor. Hoseok begins to dance, his body moving perfectly along to the beat. Women and men begin to watch as he dances, unable to take their eyes off him. He draws towards me and grabs me by the waist. We begin to dance together. Both of our bodies falling into sync, moving to the music. Just like the old days, we hypnotized the crowd. All eyes were watching us.

We began to tire after maybe an hour of dancing. We shuffle over to a table and leans against the cool wall. The feeling of the chilly bricks felt good against my sweaty back.

"See, I told you this was a good way to catch up." Hoseok smugly says, breathing heaving. I swing my head to face him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"How?" I ask, wiping my forehead.

"From how you dance. You keep more space meaning you have a boyfriend. You still dance with the same energy meaning you still work hard and haven't allowed yourself to fall out of shape. Meaning you are still just as motivated as the day I met you." My eyes grow wide and Hoseok smiles proudly.

"Damn that's pretty good." We high five and turn back to the dance floor.

"Are you ready for round two?" Hosoek asks with a wink.

"Totally, but the question is are they?"

I stagger over to my bed, my legs exhausted from all the dancing. Hoseok and I were there for maybe another hour, it was hard to keep track. I sigh in content as my body relaxes into the soft mattress. I swing my body to look out the windows to my left. Out of the corner of my eye, my nightstand comes into view. I shuffle quickly over to my nightstand and pull on the drawer. I reach in and delicately pull out the book. Sitting up in my bed I place the book on my lap. I flip to the first page and grab my phone. I start with the poem and with the combined power of what I knew from high school and google translate, the poem was soon completely translated into English.

Oh, my love

who had pure eyes;

oh, the silver scales

that occupied your eyes.

Tonight snowfalls.

Oh, my poor lover

who wrapped my neck

with a white towel and washed my face,

a sacred quiet descends

upon the lonely planet.

I close my eyes

to remember the time

your hands washed my face.

-Moon Tae-Jun

"Interesting," I mutter quietly, turning my attention to the handwritten notes on the side. I run a finger over the inked words. The handwriting seemed so familiar, but it could all be a coincidence. Many people could have similar handwriting.

Tonight was the first night she appeared to me. I don't remember her. She might be from my past. All we did was hug. During the hug, she would do things like ruffle my hair and call me 'Jiminie'. This means we must have been close, right? I remember my mother telling me that I used to have a best friend before we moved. Could this be her?

My eyes widen and I feel my heart stop. Jiminie? This had to have belonged to Jimin. There were too many signs pointing to it. Which meant Jimin used to live here. I look around the room. If he moved out just a week ago, could it be he was still in town? I flip to the next memory in the book.

While I was at work today something happened. I was holding a teacup, it was full of sweet peach tea. I think the smell triggered a memory. The doctor told me this might happen. But back to the memory. It felt warm. That girl from the last memory was there. We were drinking tea in plastic cups with a little girl. We were all laughing and having fun. It was strange. When I looked into the mystery girls eyes, a feeling happened in my stomach. Like little butterflies. What does this all mean?

While I read, I hear Jimin's voice, Reading the words to me as if he was right next to me. The memory in the book plays in my head. Jimin and I were babysitting my sister together. She had dragged us outside to have a tea party. Instead of just serving air, Jimin made us a sweet honey tea. I think about texting Jungkook, but I look at the time and decide against it. Before I decide to go to bed, I find one more memory to read out loud.

Today I asked my mother about the girl. I couldn't resist. But my mother seemed to get mad and said she was a nobody friend of mine. Just the sister of a girl I used to babysit. She wouldn't give me anything else, not even a name. It makes me a little suspicious. But I don't have time to argue. I wonder if I might meet this girl in person again. Could she fill me in on my past?

I close the book, that last memory filling my thoughts. Did something happen to Jimin? Something to his memory? My now full of questions and thoughts, I gently place the book back in its spot and plug my phone. I rub my forehead, hoping to massage the thoughts out of my brain so I could sleep.