A Real Memory (A BTS x Reader Prison AU)

Jimin's Plans

Word count: 2919

Chapter warnings: Mild language

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Two weeks. That's what Jimin had promised Seokjin. It had been seven days, meaning he had seven left to plan. All in all, he needed to make sure everyone was where they needed to be, convince them to go along with his 'new' plan, and he was home free. His next order of business, now that Jungkook was helping with Namjoon, was to egg Taehyung on a little bit. He'd had his time to adequately wallow, so it was now or never. After he'd had his morning shower, he dressed himself, then walked down the hall to Taehyung's room. Knocking on the door, he called his name softly.

"Taehyung?" There was no response, but Jimin knew for a fact that he was in there. "Taaehyung, open up." Still nothing. Finally, he turned the knob, which was unlocked, letting himself in. Taehyung was laying on his bed, one leg under the blanket and wearing the same clothes from a week ago. There were a few empty water bottles on his end table, as well as crumpled chip bags littering the floor. He clearly hadn't moved since the day they'd tried to escape.

"What do you want?" Jimin just barely made out the mutter through the pillow that his face was in.

"I just want to talk. Are you alright?"

"None of your business." He muttered. "And since when did you care?"

"Well, I can care when I want to," he said pointedly, which wasn't technically a lie. "You can't just sit here forever. You have to do something."

"Why bother?" He argued. "Just leave me alone."

"The old Y/N wouldn't have appreciated that." He said, knowing that it would strike a nerve. Finally sitting up, struggling to even pull himself into a different position, the boy glared, revealing the true extent of his situation to the man. His eyes were dark and his cheeks were just slightly sinking in, likely due to his deteriorating diet of Doritos. There were tear stains marking his face and his hair was a disaster, already grown just past his lashes so it was slightly in his face. His clothes were wrinkled beyond belief, and it was likely he'd been laying on that side for an incredibly long time.

"Why the fuck would you say something like that?"

"I'm just saying that you have no hope of winning her back like that."

"You think I can win her back?" Here's where things were going to get tricky for Jimin. There were three main outcomes to this situation, as he'd calculated. One, Taehyung just gave up and went back to laying on his bed. Two, he was reinvigorated to try and rebuild his memories with the girl. Or the third option... the hardest to produce, but the most helpful to him. People were like math, in a sense. Certain inputs lead to certain outputs- Jimin just had to hope he'd guessed the formula correctly.

"I just said that it wasn't going to happen." He said with a stern look. "As much as you hate it, she doesn't know you anymore. Sometimes, you don't even realize the value of a moment until it becomes a memory, and she doesn't have those. You're just going to have to move on- after all, you still have your memories, so there's at least that." Taehyung started to tear up again as he asked,

"But does a memory even count if the other person who shares it doesn't have it anymore?" He sniffled, "Half the fun is thinking back, remembering together."

"There's nothing to be done, now." He said, turning dramatically. "Maybe if those other inmates had done their job properly, she wouldn't have been put in danger. It's a shame, too," He had to hope this wouldn't go overboard... "After you promised to protect her." There was silence. "Well, at least she doesn't remember that. At least she can't blame you for it." He could feel Taehyung's anger accumulating from across the room. Now all he had to do was redirect it, ever so carefully. "Well, if I see one of them in the ring, I'll be sure to give them a hard time for you."