𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 24: What now?

A few weeks had passed by since the accident.

Taehyung left days after the last talk with you, and since then, things with Jimin became kind of awkward.

Sometimes when you visited his room, he would occasionally just stare at you, seeming to delve deep into his thoughts.

You knew his thoughts were about you.

The way his gaze rested on your form, as if trying to figure out how to solve an Acheron puzzle, and your body would warm itself as you avoided his eyes, looking at anything and everything in the room but him.

He took notice of your actions everytime and couldn't help but crack a smile at them, which he found cute.

He would try and try to figure out what Taehyung had meant - his words, "Y/N's all yours now," resonating in his thoughts like a song stuck in a person's head.

A memory would always pop up.

It was of a girl cuddling up against Jimin, incoherent words spilling from her mouth.

But it was vague, and the images were blurred when it came to her face.

And Jimin tried so hard to focus on her features, but all that would come out of it was a migraine.

But there was also another reason why he would stare at you.

He was attracted to you - that's for certain.

You were so beautiful and Jimin was utterly mesmerized.

With even the simplest of actions from you, his heart would hammer against his chest, a fluttering feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

He knew then that he had started growing to like you.

But what he didn't know, was that he had liked you from the start - the day he had first met you in school.

But his memories had been lost, and it was up to him and time to get them back.

. . .

As your wounds had healed, Jimin and you were discharged from the hospital.

A taxi dropped you at your house, and Jimin came along.

He stood at your porch, in front of you, his figure towering over you - but not in a threatening way.

His gaze was soft, black hair ruffled as it flowed in the spring breeze, hands tucked into his pockets as he stared at you.

For a few moments, it stayed like this. No words were exchanged, just the both of you boring into each other's eyes.

Another memory slipped into Jimin's mind.

It seemed as if it was the same girl clouding his vision.

He was standing outside her door as she stood in front of him, incoherent words being heard once again. He leaned in suddenly, placing a gentle kiss on the surface of her cheek before walking away.

But as he tried to identify the face, a blur coated the scene, preventing him from doing so.

He glanced around your porch, his eyebrows knitting in confusion as it vaguely resembled the porch in his memory.

He shook his head, not wanting to dig further down as he was tired.

"I-I should probably head inside," you laugh sheepishly as you avert your gaze from him.

Jimin nods in response shifting slightly in his position, "Yeah, I'll be heading home too."

"Do you remember the way?" You ask worriedly.