Book 3: Restart

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Day 66

Jimin's Pov

Wow.

Yoongi was......well Yoongi.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Why Jungkook felt like she knew him her entire life, why we all felt so close to him in a short span of time, why we eventually stopped looking for clues and didn't feel like we gave up.

Jungkook was definitely right.
But he's so.....different. I couldn't even recognize him with that big ass scar across his eyebrow and his scarred lip. Even his face has matured. Stronger jawline, straighter nose, sharper eyes. He's changed so much, in a way that was definitely surprising, but I feel like he's still the exact same on the inside.

It's weird.
Seven years is a long time. Whatever Yoongi went through scarred him physically and mentally, especially being on his own doing God knows what with no parents.

With all that in mind, he didn't seem dangerous. I wanted to see what he's turned into myself, with my own eyes.

That's why I'm at his house.
Well, Jackson's house. Yoongi said that he was staying there for the most part but it still wasn't his.

The others were busy, having jobs, children, and partners to take care of. Something that I really envied. I didn't want to work, but just lounging around all day didn't appeal to me either.

That's why I called Yoongi and he agreed that I could stay with him. We were in the living room watching T.v, a movie called Run.

It was an American movie, which I needed subtles for but Yoongi didn't. It was about this girl in a wheelchair who has multiple things wrong with her, and she's suspicious of her mother and some other shit I don't know.

I wasn't focused on the movie as much as I wanted to be. I kept glancing at Yoongi more than I should've, always ending up full on staring until I catch myself and turn away embarrassed.

Ever since a couple days ago when he revealed himself as my ex- boyfriend, I couldn't really stop taking him in in. And I mean really taking him in.
My eyes weren't on him like this usually, but now that I know who he really is they can't leave. I'm still shocked, confused, in awe.

The jagged scar that ran from the middle of his forehead through his right eyebrow, which then touched the corner of his outer eye, the randomly arranged dozen of small scars that littered his face, and then the scar on the corner of his lip.

I wanted to know what those scars meant, and how he got them. It was obviously a sensitive topic so I wasn't going to ask until he talked about it himself.

But honestly, with the piercings and tattoos added on he looked hot. It was clear as day to anyone in the group. He was drop dead gorgeous. I wonder why people don't usually compliment him.

Maybe it's the fact that he low key looks like he wields a gun and is in changer of a gang but still, a compliment is a compliment.

"Why do you keep staring at me instead of looking at the movie?" I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that Yoongi was staring at me with dark eyes full of confusion, his arms on the back of the couch while his legs were man spread.

I eye his tattooed hands and I wanted to drool. God they were so hot, he's so hot! That position is so h-

"Don't tell me you got a thing for me now?" Yoongi was smirking, the remote in his hand while he paused the movie that was halfway done. My eyes widened, my cheeks going a light shade or pink as I fumbled with what to say.

"I- I'm just surprised! I mean look at you!" Yoongi raised his eyebrows, his piercing moving up while his tongue slipped out to wipe over his silver lip rings.

Oh God.
He has a tongue piercing.
That's so ho-

"Look at me? You seem to really love how I look now." I leaned back on the couch, watching as the veins in Yoongi's hands tightened as he gripped the couch and moved his body forward, slightly leaning over me with a teasing grin.

"With the way you were looking at me you might as well be my boyfriend. Oh wait.....you were!" That's when Yoongi burst into a loud fit of laughter, pulling himself back after he saw my offended and slightly hot and bothered expression.

"Hey! What the fuck?" I was more so confused than amused, wondering why he would do all of that just to pull a joke?

He calmed down, almost tearing up as he saw my confused face. "You were so zoned out that I decided to have my own fun. Whats wrong though honestly?"

I shrugged, finally moving my eyes back to the movie that was paused halfway. "It's nothing. I was just staring at you because you look really different from before. And the fact that I know it's you now, I'm just still shocked."

He nods his head, his left hand fiddling with the remote while he bites his lip. "Yeah I know. I mean after two months you're now realizing who I really am after just getting to know that fake version. I was just scared you guys would judge me."

I could tell he meant it. His eyes never met mine, always on an object out of my sight. "I mean we kind of did, so your fear was valid. But I promise we won't do it anymore, honest." Yoongi gave me a small smile, making me smile back at him.

"Do you want to continue the movie?" I shrugged with a brief expression in response, not even knowing what was going on since I wasn't paying attention.

"Yeah, sure."

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I groaned, the palm of my hand meeting my forehead about a dozen times while I cursed to myself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You didn't even ask him!"

I drove towards my house, making sure at least one of my hands didn't leave the steering wheel. "God Jimin, what made you think you would actually be able to ask him! He's going to say no and you're going to just simply embarrass yourself! Congrats on thinking of the worst idea, EVER!"

I stopped at a red light, my fingernails now in between my teeth. As I though about it, it became worse and worse in my mind. I parked on the street in front of my building, slamming the door shut, turning around to the steps, not hearing the automatic lock.

I open the doors and walk inside towards a free elevator, only waiting a few seconds before it opens empty. I touched the top floor button and leaned against the bar on the wall.

My head dropped down, fingers curled around a ball of paper in my pocket. I get it out, looking dumbly at the now un-crumbled piece of paper that wrinkled at the touch of my hand.

I mean he's been through so much, so much that this idea that I would've been offering him would seem ridiculous.

I mean, why would he want to go the reunion with me?

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Lynn~~