Remember Me

Chapter 22

The whole room sat in stunned silence, while I turned my back to them in thought.
"Well... I can't defend him to you, but I think you're wrong about him. Jimin isn't that kind of a person." Hoseok said softly. I bowed my head.
"We're all different in front of people we hate."

"So what's your plan?" Namjoon asked.
I took in a deep breath before returning to the head of the table.
"Well, first things first, we have to keep up his public image. We can't let people know he's lost his memory. I hope Yuma has kept silent?"
The boys looked among each other. "I hope so, yea," Jungkook responded.

I sighed. "One of you, make sure she's silent. Next, I have an idea to retell details of his life to him so it can jog his memory. If it doesn't, at least he'll be able to function in public. Can you guys compile a list of people he knows, what his relationship with them is, and perhaps some stories about his college and work life? Right now he trusts me, but I didn't go to college with him. I've never even been here. Starting with Jin, I want to introduce you guys to him again too. And at some point he's going to move out of my place and go to his parents' place so I'll naturally step away, don't worry." I glared at Taehyung, who was looking at me more curiously now.

Drey stood up and out a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, which made me realize how knitted my brows were and how tightly my fists were clenched.
I blinked and shook my hands out, but no one else budged. I waved them off. "Get to work. The sooner we have a list the better. And someone let me know when Jin's coming back. Jimin should start by meeting someone familiar."
I turned to leave the room, but whipped around one last time. "And if any of you show up at my place unannounced again, it will be really needlessly aggravating for Jimin. I won't tolerate it."

I left the room without another word, and heard someone's voice behind me mutter, "She's definitely the Sando heiress."

Once I got to my car, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. I tried to direct my anger to something more positive. Jimin had great friends looking out for him. Taehyung was Jimin's best friend, and he couldn't help being paranoid. His... new best friend.

I drove back to the apartment and crashed in my bed right away to cry a little. Jimin was on the couch watching something. After the throbbing in my head went down, I realized he was watching music videos and performances. His own.

With some interest, I wiped my eyes and drank some water before heading outside to see them from a distance.
He was watching a duet he'd performed with Yoongi. When that ended, he listened to a solo song of his, followed by a performance of the same song.
I broke the trance Jimin was in and smiled, "I remember this performance. You had just released an EP the week before. I liked that song very much."
He looked at me and smiled.
"Did you come to watch?"
I nodded. "I was in the back though. Less crowded."
He laughed. "I should learn this song first, then."
I grinned. "Very cool, huh? Let's make a trip to your apartment for your guitar and stuff."
Jimin nodded, "That's a good idea. Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Or wait, there's a party tomorrow. Um... today?"
"Now?! At night?"
"Yea of course. Let's go?"
Jimin sat up to grab his crutches and went off to change. I grabbed his apartment key from his stuff and waited by the door.

I knew where Jimin lived, of course. I'd just never been there before. I had to play it cool so Jimin wouldn't notice that it was as foreign a place to me as it was to him right now. Once we finally found the apartment after a couple wrong turns (which I blamed on a poor sense of direction), Jimin opened the door to his apartment and I almost let out a little gasp. It was messy, but... creatively so? There were some bizarre things lying around, and I saw many instruments, books, clothes. As we got farther into the apartment, the messier it got. I wrinkled my nose, and he noticed.

Jimin joked, "I cant remember the last time I cleaned this place!" and I smiled at him sarcastically.
"Well... I don't know where you keep things in here. Where's a guitar most likely gonna be?"
I opened a door to a smaller bedroom to see it had been converted to a mini studio.
I heard Jimin from the other room, "Call me crazy, but I feel like I've been here before."
I rushed to him and grinned, "Really?"
"Yeah. I can tell where I keep important things. I remember writing songs here."
I clasped his hands. "That's amazing! Do you want to stay here for the night or something?"
Jimin looked at me, a little surprised. "H-here? I mean, sure. The bed's big enough."
"Big enough?"
He looked around nervously, and it took me a minute to catch the implication. Right, it's not like I was going to leave him here alone, but it's not like I was going to dissolve into thin air either.

"Um... you don't have a bed in another room?"
He shook his head. "I needed the space."
"For?"
"Well the office is a walk-in closet now."
"And the other room is a studio," I remembered what I saw.
Jimin walked to a closet behind him and rummaged to find a new toothbrush. "You can use this."
I hesitantly took it from him, and looked behind him at the bed. It was a king-sized bed, and looked like it was pretty freshly made. I sighed.
"We don't have to if you don't want," Jimin intervened in my thoughts, a big pout on his face. He fluttered his eyes a couple times, and I shrugged slowly.
"I mean, it's fine. We slept together as kids a few times..."
Jimin immediately broke into a smile and headed fo the bathroom. "Perfect! I'll brush my teeth."
I scoffed. That sly bastard.

I walked into his walk-in closet, where half his wardrobe was on his floor. The other half was packed on hangers in long racks. It was really elaborate and full, but I expected no less from a celebrity. If anything, I wondered why he hadn't moved somewhere bigger and more expensive. My apartment was bigger. I looked at the used clothes strewn around and sighed. I was only grateful that nothing smelled... too bad. In a moment of annoyance, I shoved his dirty clothes out to the center with my foot so he could see and wash it.
Jimin joined me in a few minutes, and I asked him for something to wear. He rummaged through some racks for a T-shirt and some shorts. He pulled something out for himself too, and I left to change.

Once I'd brushed my teeth, I put on Jimin's clothes, and it felt weird. First, it was weird since I never wore clothes that were too big for me, but this was large and comfortable. Second, it just felt cozy knowing that what I wore was Jimin's. It smelled faintly like him; I figured it was his detergent or something. Even touching it felt strange. Like it was wrong, but so very comfortable and familiar. Almost... exciting? I thought for a moment that I didn't deserve this, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. Whatever.