Till Death Do Us Part | Jimin & Jungkook | Part 4
“What is it?” Jimin asked you. He saw your mind deep in thought as you tried to find a place for the name that plagued you with questions.
Yoongi. You knew that name. You definitely knew that name from somewhere. Your brain was trying to grasp onto any thread of understanding but it was fruitless. Whatever the meaning behind the name, it was deeply buried in the realms of your memories. You needed more in order to make sense of this.
“I’m sorry again for what happened. I feel terrible-”
“Stop, honestly. Stop apologising. I’m just glad that you’re safe,” Jimin smiled at you but you saw the pain housed behind his eyes.
He was in agony and there was nothing you could do.
“Don’t worry about me, okay? I’m in good hands. Jin will take good care of me,” he reassured you, and although that did help calm you worrying heart a little bit, you were still concerned for what was to come.
“I need to go,” you said gently. You didn’t want Jimin to pick up on the anxiousness that laced through your voice but he already saw it plastered all over your face.
“Sure,” he replied warily. Something was definitely off but he wasn’t going to pry, especially considering his current situation.
“Rest up, I’ll come see you later,” and with that you left to find the man who must know more than he’s been letting off.
It took you awhile but you finally found him.
“Yoongi,” you said as you snuck up on him.
You expected him to flinch or at least show some sign of being startled but he didn’t. You heard him let out a defeated sigh as he turned around to meet you face to face.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to come looking for me.”
“Who are you?” you whispered. You were beyond confused. He seemed to know you well. Well enough to know that you would come looking for him before you even knew yourself. But you had no idea who he was. His face was completely unfamiliar. Everything about him was unknown to you except for his name.
“How do I know you?” You continued when he didn’t say anything.
The cold wind blew through his hair. His fringe swept across his eyes.
“Don’t you remember me?” he asked surprised.
You shook your head. Clearly he was shocked by this as well.
A look of acceptance hovered over his eyes which were illuminated by the overhead light on the side of the building.
“Let’s just say…I’m a traveler in time,” he said and as soon as those words left his lips it was like an entire section of the puzzle fell into place. You were overwhelmingly hit with a recollection of memories that you had completely forgotten about up until this point.
“Oh my gosh,” you breathed. You couldn’t move. You were barely able to tell you lungs to take their next breath. It was him. But how?
“How? How is this possible? You’re meant to be dead!” you exclaimed.
“Supposedly,” he corrected you. “I’m meant to be supposedly dead.”
You were gasping for air. Was it possible for everything to suddenly make sense but also seem like complete nonsense at the same time?
“No, you’re meant to be dead,” you repeated for your own good as you tried to convince yourself that it was the truth. “The water. You, you drowned. I went to your funeral!”
He smirked at you. “There was no funeral. Well, if there was, it wasn’t for me.”
What the hell was happening. As if your current life wasn’t filled with enough lies, your childhood was too.
As you stared at the man before you. You tried to imagine him as a four-year-old boy. But you couldn’t see it. He had changed so much over the past twenty years. You had completely forgotten about him until now. Granted, you were only three when he “supposedly” died from a drowning. His father was your father’s good friend. They were in the business together. After Yoongi’s death, his dad and mum disappeared. You never thought much of it. All you knew was that one day they were there and the next they were gone. His mother used to read the same book to you and Yoongi when you were over at his house. A Traveler in Time.
“I know you must have a lot of questions,” he spoke. “But I think that’ll have to be a story for another day.” His glance went past you and you turned around, following his gaze.
“Jungkook,” you began before he cut you off.
“What are you doing out here? You were meant to go see Jimin and that’s it.”
“I needed to speak to Yoongi,” you explained.
“You are balancing on a very thin rope at the moment, do you not understand that?” he warned. “One wrong move, and Namjoon could have your head!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Kookie. Namjoon needs me like he said. I think it’s going to take a lot more than this for him to kill me.”
Jungkook froze. He hadn’t heard you call him Kookie in such a long time.
“You don’t need to worry about me so much. I can take care of myself. Please just…I need to talk to Yoongi alone.”
Feeling defeated Jungkook hesitantly left you alone. He knew that you were more than capable of standing on your own but he worried for you. He knew more than you did about the current situation and as he turned his back and walked away, he made it a mission for himself to tell you everything as soon as he got the chance.
You turned your body back to face Yoongi as soon as Jungkook had left. He had a smirk on his face. “That boy likes you,” he said with entertainment.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What the hell are you talking about? No, he doesn’t.”
“You may be too blind to see it but he does. He talks about you a lot. I think he also feels guilty. For what, I don’t know but he does.” Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair. “So, are you ready to travel down memory lane with me or not?”
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