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Aug 13, 2019

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Jungkook slides a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to him.

"Please don't let me forget."

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"I... I'm trying," you answer, your face just inches from his.

Trying not to blush so hard that I implode.

Jungkook tilted his head.

"You told Tae that you don't know if you want me to remember."

You're stunned in surprise.

You had told Taehyung that one on one.

How would Jungkook know?

"He texted me," Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"He told me I have to convince you otherwise if I want to stay your soulmate."

You clench your hands together.

Taehyung, the traitor.

Wait until I get my hands on your stupid handsome face.

Jungkook frowns.

"You didn't say that to me. You only said you couldn't move in the dream.

Why don't you ever tell me anything?

Why is it that you can tell Tae?"

You bite down on your lip, at a loss for a comeback.

Jungkook's fingers drop from your chin to your arm.

"Did you ask me what I wanted?

I have told you, every day, that I want to remember.

I don't want to give us up.

But it's so easy for you isn't it?

To just let me go.

This never meant anything to you."

You finally snap, his accusations jerking you awake.

"It's because I care about you, Jungkook!

Because I don't want you to always be in pain!"

His face twists in anger and frustration

and he turns

You jump about a foot.

"You don't get to decide for me what I want," he seethes.

The drywall is cracked under his knuckles

as he pulls his hand back.

And you're shaking too hard to answer.

Your mind is blank.

You feel something warm skid down your cheek

and you think about it for a moment

before you realize you're crying.

You let out a shaky breath.

Jungkook whirls around.

His face falls with defeat as he sees you.

His shoulders lower.

His fists open.

He drops down onto the sofa beside you and pulls you into his arms.

Your face against his chest, you hear his heart thudding heavily,

his skin warm under his shirt.

"I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

He bends to bury his face into your neck.

The golden light that is the soulmate healing buzzes through you,

and you melt into him, squeezing your eyes closed,

wishing all the problems would just go away.

He pulls back first, pulling up the bottom hem of his shirt to dab at your cheek.

You try very hard not to be distracted by the skin he exposes underneath.

It was a good thing your eyes are still blurry.

It was like a filter so you couldn't perv on him.

Jungkook exhales slowly as he presses his shirt fabric to your face.

"I...I'm sorry.

I just... I just couldn't...

I couldn't handle it.

That you... wanted to let me go."

His hand trembles against your jaw.

You take his hand, fingers running over the red swelling that's already starting.

"How many more things will our relationship make you punch?" You ask with a sad smile.

You know it doesn't reach your eyes.

He tightens his expression ferociously.

"I don't care."

He clips his words.

"Okay, okay," you rush to answer before he gets all worked up again.

"Okay, I get it... I promise I'll try my hardest. I promise."

"Ijen naege yaksokhae, oh-oh..." comes a soft voice from the doorway.

You push your face past Jungkook's shoulder to peer

at Jimin, who is standing there,

a tiny smile on his face as he watches the two of you.

"Hyung," Jungkook says.

Was that a hint of irritation in his voice?

Jimin holds both his hands up.

"I am not interrupting. I just came to tell you... Namjoon is leaving.

You said you wanted to ask him about those English lyrics? You better go before he leaves."

"Leaving?"

Jungkook squints.

"Leaving where?"

"Personal stuff," Jimin shrugs.

"He got the rest of the day and tomorrow off."

"Personal stuff- hyung, is he okay? Is his family okay?" Jungkook's eyes dart to Jimin's.

"No no, it's nothing like that. Everything is fine."

"Then why would he suddenly need a day off alone?"

Jungkook asks suspiciously.

Jimin sighs.

"If you want to ask me any more questions, he'll be gone.

They are already going to the parkade. Didn't you see him leave?"

Jungkook straightens.

"I... I do have to talk to him."

"Then good luck," laughs Yoongi, appearing behind Jimin.

"I just saw them downstairs already."

Jungkook looks at you in a panic.

"Um, I have to go talk to Namjoon hyung. I'll just.

I'm sorry, I just need to- I didn't know he was gone tomorrow."

"That's alright," you say soothingly.

"Your lyrics and music are important. Go talk to him."

"Sorry about lunch!" Jungkook's shouting

as he's already jogging through the door.

Jimin puts his hands in his pockets, strolling for the overworked coffee machine.

There's a moment of silence,

in which you consider what you will do alone for lunch,

before-

"Why is Jungkook's hand all red?"

Yoongi asks you.

His angled eyes pierce through your chest.

You fluster.

"Um... he... it...

we just,

we were talking."

"I don't know.

Talking never makes my hands red.

Does it make your hands red, Jimin?"

Yoongi turns lazily to look at Jimin.

Jimin laughs.

"Ah, hyung, it's their business."

"Not if he's damaging the building," Yoongi raises his eyebrow

at the small circle of crumbling drywall beside you.

"Jungkook... Jungkook punched the wall," you whisper-admit quietly.

"Jungkook is so hotheaded. This is exactly why it's better we didn't tell him, Jimin."

Yoongi says.

Jimin nods.

Wonder what they didn't tell Jungkook.

Probably nothing you should stick your nose into.

"I'll tell you a secret if you can keep it."

Jimin says.

You look at Yoongi expectantly.

"Do you guys want me to leave?"

Yoongi's face is blank.

"He's talking to you."

You turn to Jimin in surprise, who is smiling at you as he grabs a mug.

"Yep," he says.

"And Yoongi hyung already knows, so no one needs to leave."

"Are you sure we should tell her before we tell Jungkook?"

Yoongi plops down on the adjacent sofa,

stretching out his arms and yawning.

"I think Namjoon hyung might be telling Jungkook in about two minutes,"

Jimin grins.

"Besides, she's calmer than he is."

Yoongi nods.

"That's true. I guess you can tell her.

But it's your idea. Not mine."

Jimin giggles delightedly at Yoongi's "blessing" as he hugs his coffee

and scampers over to sit by you.

Yoongi holds out his hand

and Jimin sighs

as he gives the mug to Yoongi.

"So anyway... Namjoon hyung... has to go take care of some things...

And we didn't tell you and Jungkook because... well you guys are busy figuring out your own problems.

But now I'm thinking, maybe it might help you..."

Jimin smiles slyly at your confused face.

"Help me with what?"

Yoongi frowns disapprovingly at Jimin.

"Don't be such a tease. Just tell her."

Jimin grins like a calioco- you mean, cheshire cat.

He grins from ear to ear, in absolute excitement.

"Namjoon hyung is in trouble right now...

because he met a girl."

"Oh, wow! I'm happy for him," you smile.

"That's great."

"No," Jimin pushes his hair back,

leaning forward eagerly.

"Not just any girl."

He reaches over and grabs his coffee mug back from Yoongi.

"And we think this could help you...

or at least support you...

Because Namjoon hyung...

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