Love Will Remember | Jikook [COMPLETED] 🔞

Chapter 17

The words died in Jimin's throat at the sight of the disheveled male on the couch with a deep frown. He looked like hell. Jimin stood rooted in his spot on the doorway, taking in how Jungkook looked as any anger he felt a while ago ebbed.

"Mr. Jeon?" he called softly as he made his way inside. He had just spoken to Portia and she had said Jin had already cleared the bill, which he'd pay him later.

Jungkook's head whipped to him, doe-eyes widening as he jumped to his feet as he wrapped his strong arms around Jimin. "Hyung..." he breathed into his neck, holding him so tight that Jimin forgot to breathe for a moment. "You're okay? I thought...I thought something happened to you again and they took you somewhere." He released him, keeping him a breath away as he gave a once over.

Jimin tried to say something, but the concern in Jungkook's eyes and the sincerity in his voice rendered him speechless. When was the last time did he see so much worry in someone's eyes? All that was meant for him. Why did Jungkook care?

"I'm sorry, hyung. I'm so sorry," Jungkook said, his eyes widening as he removed his hands from Jimin's shoulder. "I won't drink again. It won't happen again. Nothing happened last night. N-nothing. I...I...just...that..."

"It's okay, Jungkook-ssi. We..." Jimin searched for the right words, failing again. "We should leave."

"Jungkook."

"Huh?"

"It's Jungkook to you," his boss said in a low voice. He looked down, fiddling with his threaded fingers, chewing at his lips.

Jimin wanted to kick himself for even being angry with the kid. He cursed at the thought. What was wrong with him? He didn't understand why he felt the sudden urge to comfort the youngest instead of chastising him for what he did. When Jungkook lifted his gaze, still looking lost Jimin's shoulders slumped. He blinked several times, trying to come up with something. Before he could say anything, someone tackled him from behind, sending him crashing into Jungkook's chest.

"Minnie!" The male behind him called, a high-pitched squeal that made Jimin wince, but he also sensed the relief that stirred something in him. "You scared the shit out of me, dude." Taehyung rested his head on Jimin's shoulder. "I'm so happy to have you back."

Jungkook's spicy scent––a mixture of cologne and sweat––hit him hard. Jimin turned his nose, involuntarily inhaling the heady scent that felt like home. Sandwiched between two males he met a couple of weeks ago, his face buried in Jungkook's chest, his world stopped spinning. It felt as if he knew them all his life yet so strange.

Jimin's hand rose, wrapping them around Jungkook's slim waist as he allowed himself to relish the sense of security blanketed him. Taehyung was rocking them side to side as if he'd done this a million times before. He felt his body relax further.

"Taehyungie..." Jimin whispered––the name slipped out before he could think if it was right to call him that.

"Mhm."

"I want to go home."

Taehyung released him. Jimin stepped back, blinking several times and shook his head once to clear his thoughts. He didn't dare to look at Jungkook as he turned to face the man behind him. Tae sported a boxy grin that took away any edge he had a minute before. The assurance that the smile offered was something Jimin couldn't fathom.

"Sure. Let's go." He stepped back. Jimin stood awkwardly, glancing at the men. And there was a moment as if both men realized something. A mask slid into Taehyung's face while Jungkook simply averted his gaze and clasped his hands in the front.

Jimin regarded their faces for a moment before letting out a sigh with a nod. He was no fool. There was no way one could build that sort of skinship with someone in just a few weeks. He had lost his memory not his intellectual.