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[drmflm]

cingulomania

: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

—summary: your grandmother always told you to always pursue the things that made you happy, and you didn’t know how to break it to her that sometimes…you have no choice but to let them go. but then again, isn’t grandma always right?

—pairing: jungkook x gn!reader

—word count: 1.7k

—genre: angst, happy ending

—au: exes-to-friends

—rating: pg-13

—warnings: mention of diabetes, an elderly character has dementia, loneliness

—note: this was inspired by my old job in healthcare! i saw so many lonely old people and it reminded me to cherish what i have 🥰 so let’s take this time to remember all of our precious ones in long-term care homes and hospitals 💖 also, fyi i call my grandmother “lola” irl , not cuz it’s her name but because it’s an honourific! that’s where her name comes from lol

—masterlist

The sterile hallways always felt long, much too long for your liking. People looked at you as though you didn’t belong—a fresh-faced youth in the midst of carts and wheelchairs—and you never really understood why. You could never understand why it was so unheard of to see someone so young in a place so old.

That was until that day a lonely old lady begged you to stay by her bedside, until that old man whimpered when you left, until the residents in the dining hall smiled at your presence.

The first time it happened, it was Leo—a diabetic man who preferred two Splendas in his porridge. He always asked for Vanilla Ensure to the trainees, thinking they’d give it to him blindly because the rest know he couldn’t have it…

You smirked at the memory as you walked down the familiar hall in your familiar garb, up until you reached a familiar door…

You knocked loudly, announcing your presence and waiting for confirmation to enter before opening the door to reveal your paternal grandmother. She was sat up in bed, head turning to face you. There wasn’t a flash of recognition in her eyes, but she waved you in anyways. As if you were an old friend of hers.

“Hello dear,” She greeted, looking troubled. “Do you know where I am right now?”

“You’re at Happy Smiles Home, and I am here to play some sudoku with you now,” You said warmly, holding out the book of puzzles your grandmother favoured over the daily newspapers.

“But my grandchildren, they’re too young to be left alone, I need to go back home,” She replied urgently, but you just kept your cool and smiled, “Shh, it’s okay, Y/n is doing just fine right now, and so is your grandson. Don’t worry, they’re both taken care of.”

“Are you sure?” She asked worriedly, “Is Jungkook taking good care of Y/n? Why don’t they come visit me anymore?”

You grew silent at the mention of his name, trying not to wince at the sting her words engraved in your heart. You smiled weakly, before pulling down your mask, “Lola, I’m here, see? I’m Y/n.”

She squinted at you, before you handed her the picture you two took a few days ago. Her eyes lit up with recognition, and she said, “Oh! I didn’t recognize you for a second there sweetie! How are you doing?”

You entertained her for a little while, but you felt stifled under the weight of the grief you were carrying. The memories of him swaddled in you in an embrace of grief and the loneliness rose up your insides.

Back when you were young, and your grandmother remembered more, she always used to tell you to always pursue happiness, to always do the things that sparked the most joy…

She had a spark in her eyes that never dimmed and never settled for anything less than what she deserved.

And yet, she was wrong. So terribly wrong.

You didn’t know how much more heartbreak you could take. The first time you told her, it tore you apart, to see her grieve the loss of the boy she loved like her own.

But worst of all, it hurt you because every time she forgot. And every time you thought she was getting better, getting more lucid, you had to tell her the one thing that you couldn’t. You had to tell her the tale of your misery.

When you walked out the door of the facility, your heart felt burdened with the responsibility of breaking up with him. You didn’t leave him out of a lack of love, you left him because your union made you less happy. It decimated your joy when you kissed him, when you felt pressured to touch him.

You were meant for kinship, closeness. Not romance, never romance.

So it came as no surprise that you were more unhappy without his friendship, despite the amount of distress it caused you to date him. Rather, you were torn on how ambivalent you were when it came to him. How unsure you were when it came to the man you knew since you were young.

“Y/n?” A voice called from beside you, familiar eyes twinkling. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” You replied, looking at him warmly. “Long time no see Jimin. What’s new with you?”

“Nothing much, just work,” He sighed, tucking his phone away. “Haven’t seen the rest of the guys in ages.”

He didn’t know.

“Hey, Y/n?” He mumbled, not looking at you. “Jungkook hasn’t really been talking to me lately. To any of us, really. Do you know what’s up?”

You paused, knowing that if Jungkook didn’t tell his friends then he had a reason not to. Besides, it hurt to say the words out loud. It was easy to tell your lola, because there was the assurance that she’d never remember. But to him? It’d just drive a wedge between you.

“It’s not my place to say,” You said kindly, sitting down next to him and gently taking the cigarette from his hand. “But don’t worry, he just needs some space right now. It’ll take him a bit to process everything.”

“Okay,” he whispered, angling his body to face away from you. “I trust your judgement, Y/n. It’s just that these days have been so busy at the hospital, I fear that I’m not spending enough time with him—“

“Jimin, please trust me on this,” You said, throwing the unlit cigarette in the trash and grabbing his hands, “Please.”

He looked at you, and you withered at the vulnerability that showed in them.

You didn’t want to step back into that place. You despised the memories that entangled themselves around your chest as you came face to face with the door that led to your past.

Pressing the doorbell, you were fraught with the fear that he would be the one to answer it. You feared you would be caught before you could explain—

“Y/n?” Seokjin asked quizzically, opening the door wider to let you in. “What’s up?”

“I need to see Jungkook, right now,” You whispered, trying not to break down or let your anguish show on your face.

“Of course,” He said, turning around and heading into the direction of the kitchen.

You didn’t know what the others thought about you, or your relationship with Jungkook, but you were sure they had their speculations. It didn’t take a genius to see what had become of you two.

When he came into view, he looked a little worse for wear, dark bags camping beneath his eyes, hair matted and form swathed in stained loungewear. If you were to take a guess, it was probably leftover ramen.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered, gently pushing you closer to the door.

You held him back with your hands, “I’m here because I need to talk to you,” You replied, voice unusually steady. “Right now.”

“Y/n, it’s 11PM at night, I want to sleep,” He groaned, trying to nudge you towards the door.

“So what? Clearly you haven’t been sleeping, and I doubt you’d start now,” was your snarky reply, instead pulling him past the dining room where the others were gathered, and into the living room.

“Just tell me what it is you want to say,” He sighed at last. “It probably won’t be what either of us want to hear.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” You said with a grimace. “But it’s a good alternative.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

You took a deep breath, “Lola always told me to pursue the things that made me happy, even if it meant that it had to hurt a little while.” You dropped you gaze from his intense eyes to the floor. “And it’s true, being with you romantically didn’t make me happy. But not having you around makes me feel even more miserable, Jungkook.”

You felt soft hands on yours, and you braved the courage to look into his eyes, surprised to find in them same conflict that ravaged inside your heart. Yet, most strikingly, you witnessed the smile that graced his lips.

“I missed you too, Y/n” He sighed, bringing you into a hug, and it wasn’t till that moment that you realized how much you craved the feel of his warm embrace until then.

“Lola, I’m here with Jungkook,” You said one afternoon, Jungkook’s hand linked with yours. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” She said, before squinting at Jungkook. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes. “Ah ha! You my boy! You’re the one who visits me after hours.”

“What?” You asked, looking between the two as Jungkook avoided your gaze. “You’ve met him before?”

“Lots of times, I remember when you first started dating, and when he comes and visits me,” She said, scratching her chin slowly. “He’s precious to me.”

Jungkook’s cheeks reddened, “I missed her a lot when you were gone, you know,” He whispered, still not looking at you. “She’s part of my family now.”

You wanted to hold him right then and there, and it seemed that the universe agreed with you, because not a few moments later, lola called you over for a picture, where you rested in that warm embrace of his, satisfied.

You longed to stay there for eternity, you longed to hold him in your arms until your arms existed no longer.

Because you were each other’s sign to continue, the foreshadowing of the wonderful future that was yet to come for you both.

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[seungkuans]

maybe the true hixtape is the friends we made along the way 

[justice-source]

[drmflm]

entelechy | jhs

: the realization of potential

➺ summary: when he left you, you didn’t understand why. but gradually, as you began uncovering the truth of yourself and your potential, you started to realize that sometimes the best love is one not so easily found.

➺ pairing: hoseok x gn!reader

➺ word count: 1.5k

➺ genre: angst, happy-ish ending

➺ au: breakup, e2l

➺ rating: pg-15

➺ warnings: insecurity

note: hiii! i am back lovelies! i hope u enjoy! it’s definitely an interesting one,,, much different than what i’m used to writing!! i’m not entirely sure why, it just feels different! lmk if u think so too!

➺ masterlist

Falling in love was supposed to be effortless. Like the media suggested, falling in love was easy when you laid eyes on your true love, when you fell deeply entrenched into his arms, when you were befallen with love, enamoured by the desire to hold and be held by the one you loved dear.

But what the media did fail to tell you, was that none of that was real.

Love was a phenomenon that even relationship experts and psychologists struggle to define. It manifested itself differently depending on the person, their experiences, and their closeness to their emotions.

Yet, it wasn’t so much that Hoseok and you struggled to feel love, rather, there was always something missing, something that was so vast that, he had no choice but to cut you off and leave.

And maybe you were bitter about it at first, and maybe you felt like your true love was gradually transforming into an unfathomable nightmare, and maybe you were so angry that you decided to pack up your bags and fly to the other side of the country.

But in the end, maybe being cut off was the equivalent to freedom in this world. Because all in all, it forced you to grow up, and maybe in some twisted sense, that was actually a good thing.

The first time you heard of Hoseok was when you were young and dumb and deeply in “love”. You said “love” in this way because thinking about it now, was it love? Or was it merely a flimsy fascination, a young and naive attraction sparked only by the vanity of handsomeness?

Well, when you get teenagers involved, it seemed that everything was vain.

You smiled fondly as you remembered one of your dates, a casual outing at an unfamiliar coffee shop, reading comics and simply enjoying one another’s company, as you sipped some coffee and muttered about your favourite characters.

You remembered when he would gently scold you when you were a little too hard on yourself during exams, or when you were upset at something on the news. He often told you to be at ease, to not take things to heart, to understand that it made you no lesser of a person if you weren’t as capable of others.

But being young and filled with so much hatred, feeling so much internalized anger and darknessit was no wonder that you two broke up. As you thought about it… how could love grow when you yourself were turning your back against it?

After a while, you enjoyed your time in a new place, a smaller fishing village on an (almost) deserted island, chatting away with the locals and living simply away from the city havoc. It was hard because it was new, but after a while, you adjusted, opening your heart to nature, opening your mind to freedom, no longer dependant on anybody or anything.

This newfound freedom brought you to recognize yourself and your flaws, and by the time you were back in the city, you left with a plethora of experiences, a self who was filled with vitality and splendour, someone who was unafraid to try new things and accept criticism with a grateful heart.

Maybe this was what Hoseok meant, when he said that you were too absorbed in your flaws, that you never recognized your strengths.

Because you spent so much time alone, while fishing and cooking and thinking about your life, you realized that, heck, you were so much more than what you were treating yourself as.

There was always so much more to you, like your determination, your ability to get back on your feet after something painful, your ability to keep going even when things got hard… And that’s what he wanted for you, that’s what you needed for yourself.

So as you sat and pondered some more, back and entrenched in city life, watching as so many unfamiliar faces wandered down new and intriguing streets, you were content to this way of life, and you were proudso, incredibly proudof what you had accomplished.

And perhaps it was safe to say, that even though the love you fostered with Hoseok didn’t work, you were happy to say that, that love fostered a much greater love within yourself.

So it prompted you to think, maybe your future endeavours in the scope of intrapersonal connection would one dear bear the fruit of your labour, to bring forth such a vast ocean of love and friendship that your younger, oblivious self was not searching for.

Change began internally, before it eventually fluttered and blossomed outward, at least in your experience. And you were ready to let it wander free.

Oh, Lordy!

Rejoining the dating scene again seemed like a climactic moment in an action film. You snaked down the streets like they were eerie school hallways, fists poised to strike. You tried the door, and it opened without prompting, squeaking open as you crept inside. Raucous laughter chorused, loud music thumped, and you were deep into the confines of their headquarters, searching for your target.

In other words, you were looking for a conversation, a hopefully pleasant one that would hopefully lead to something interesting, which in turn, you hoped would turn into something long-lasting and rich with wonderment.

Then again, you were in a nightclub, and there was little chance of finding such a thing when most people there wanted something comfortable, a little too comfortable, for your tastes.

You’d discarded any ideals of Prince Charming or a perfect love, but you did anticipate that there would be some form of excitement in your life, something intriguing and evolving with every phase that passed between the two of you.

Target Located.

Your eyes zero in on a handsome bachelor a few steps away, surprisingly alone at the counter. You would have thought such a person would have people lining down the streets for them, refusing at every threshold they crossed.

Not this person though, which made you all the more enthusiastic to socialize with them.

Deciding to rejoin the dating scene after a few years of self-discovery, you decided to join an event group that hosted weekly events for people in your age group to meet and mingle, not necessarily romantically, but just to make friends and get to know others with a similar experience.

And hell, who were you to refuse an event, when you knew literally nobody in this city?

“Mind if I join you?” You asked, sitting down next to them, and flagging down the bartender for some water. You weren’t a big drinker, not after your tolerance practically plummeted while you detoxed on that (almost) deserted island.

“Not at all,” they said, turning around to face you. You were stricken with familiarity, and you were sure that they were as well. “I’m sorry, do I know you from somewhere?”

You blinked, “are you Jung Hoseok?”

He blinked back, “Y/n?”

You grinned, “fancy seeing you here! Long time no see!”

“Oh it’s so nice to see you,” he said with a soft smile. “How have you been doing these days?”

“Oh I’ve been absolutely wonderful, I just moved back here from Yeoseo-do, and it’s been an adjustment, but so far so good,” you said, waving off his confused look. “After we parted ways, I decided to do a detox and get my life together by going to a tiny island off the coast of Jeolla and rediscover who I was.”

His jaw dropped, looking at you with disbelief. “Seriously? That’s amazing! What brings you here?”

You shrugged, “I guess it was just time for me to come back, try something different. What about you?”

“I get that,” he said, before shrugging back. “Same as you, I just needed to change it up. I wanted to be closer to my parents as well, so that’s why I came back to Jeolla, I just think it suits me better than Seoul,” he said honestly before offering you a meaningful look.

You just nodded at that, before looking away. “You know, I guess I never really kept in touch after we went our separate ways but…” you glanced at him quickly, “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me go. I think I really needed to take a break. I realize now how capable I am, and that despite my flaws, I do have so much untouched potential.”

He smiled at that, “I’m glad. I’m glad you were able to take the time to figure out what you wanted, and fight for what you deserve. I’m glad that you’ve discovered how amazing you really are.”

You held his gaze this time, noting how sincere and honest he looked, releasing some tension in your shoulders you didn’t know was there. You sighed softly, “I hope that was the case for you as well.”

He was silent for a moment before looking at you curiously, “you’ve really changed a lot.”

“As have you,” you agreed.

He smiled at that, a soft laugh escaping his throat, “mind if I buy you a drink?”

You winked back, “I’d love that.”

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[drmflm]

forelsket . pjm

: the euphoria of falling in love for the first time

➺ summary: you were tempted by the one creature who would only ever bring you heartbreak: jimin.

➺ pairing: jimin x gn!non-human!reader

➺ word count: 600

➺ genre: angst

➺ au: non-human, breakup?

➺ rating: pg-15

➺ warnings: cynicism, slight anti-human sentiments, reader is rlly not having a good time rn, sadness, heartbreak

➺ note: inspired by my own experience with love—or i guess heartbreak. this is my way of processing it ig :’)

➺ masterlist

There’s something so tempting about the things that you know you’ll never have. Like the sugary sweets forbidden to you in childhood, or the sweet allure of danger in adolescence.

Humans were always driven by their instinct to disobey, to pursue the things they knew they shouldn’t, to love the things that were wrong to love.

And you were no different. You were adopting their ways, you yourself were becoming human.

Because maybe you, too, wanted the one thing you knew you would never have: Park Jimin.

You never meant for him to become such a force. You never intended to have this inclination for danger, this longing for affection—it just so happened that with every whisper of his breath, every flutter of his hair, every blink of his lashes, you found yourself more deeply entrenched in the weight of your affection, in the euphoria of loving him.

His sweet voice brought life to you, a creature who thrived on musicality, on rhythm, to survive. He evened the scales of life, a sweet crescendo in a climate of bass, a gentle uptick in a world of gloom.

He became your pillar, drawing you in and taking you out. He was what you needed.

So maybe it was good to love him, to be entrenched in his sweet, sweet voice, to be mesmerized by his glittering brown eyes. But he was human and would always be.

No law said you couldn’t be with him, but the fundamental differences of your nature made for an unlikely match. He’d be far too disgusted by your lack of needs—after all, didn’t humans fall in love because they needed too much? They needed love, they needed food, they needed companionship. If you were fully autonomous of all things… did you still harbour the ability to truly feel love? To be a truly good partner?

He showed you the recesses of his music folder, confided to you the deepest of thoughts that lingered on his mind, offered you a glimpse into the person that he was.

You two sang together, loved together, spent your moments together. But it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.

No matter how beautiful he was, no matter how sweet and pulling his voice would be, nothing would change how addicted you were to the euphoria of his love, nothing would change how mesmerized you were by him.

And aren’t all the best things the worst ones in disguise? It ate away at you until you felt suffocated. When you felt yourself in love it was like something clicked and slowly fizzled out.

Like when he knew he had you, all of a sudden everything changed. Like a siren finally holding their captured, the blissful illusion melted away to reveal sharp claws and fearsome fangs.

It wasn’t love anymore, it was temptation. It would always be temptation of a thing too good to be true. That initial phase of falling in love was filled with false promises, filled with lies and misperceptions of a wholesome love.

No, love didn’t exist. Not when it came to humans.

Temptation. It would always be temptation.

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[drmflm]

destinesia

: when you get to where you were intending to go, but forget why you were going there in the first place

—summary: everyday you walked yourself in circles, trekking towards a permanent destination, yet always forgetting what it was that you were meant to find.

alternatively, every time you remembered him, you were cursed to forget him again.

—pairing: yoongi x gn!reader

—word count: 3.1k

—genre: pure angst

—au: magic, slight e2l

—rating: pg-13

—warnings: amnesia, grief, heartbreak, loneliness, reader gets frustrated with themselves at one point

—note: hi lovelies! i’m back <3 I hope u enjoyed!

— masterlist

When you love somebody, something in your chemistry shifts to accommodate them, to offer them a home in your life. It’s a way of eternal remembrance, a spot in your heart and mind that remembers everything, even if it’s no longer there physically.

And that’s why you felt so empty. Because you felt it again, little details trickling back into your brain as you held the stone, feeling its cool energy around you, igniting something in the back of your mind.

You felt the curl of fingers around your waist, you felt warm lips on your cheek, and you had the faintest suspicion it was more than a memory, it was a part of you.

His face was out of sight, but you knew him. You would always know him, even if your mind forgot.

“Where are you?” You muttered, opening your eyes only to come face to face with Namjoon.

“Good morning,” He said warmly, setting a cup of coffee in front of you. “What are you up to?”

His eyes locked on the stone, before he glanced back up at you, eyes searching for something in yours.

“Sometimes I feel like I remember things from a previous life, or a person I used to be,” you pondered, looking at the stone. “It helps me remember.”

Namjoon closed his eyes, stepping back as he moved to sit down. “You forgot again, didn’t you?”

“Forget what?” You asked, confused. Did you forget to do your laundry or something?

He smiled, but it wasn’t his usual smile, “nothing. Forget I said anything.”

Your eyes narrowed. He was hiding something from you, that much was clear.

“They remember again,” he said slowly, brushing his tears away. “They’re using the memory stone.”

You blinked, what the heck was a memory stone?

“I’m just—I’m really sorry Yoongi, I know it’s hard on you,” he sighed to an unknown person on the phone, his golden aura dimmed to a murky mustard colour. “I’m sorry that I can’t do more.”

You thought long and hard about the name Namjoon mentioned. What was it again? Yoonji? Jiyoon? Neither of those rang a bell.

Sometimes you were so forgetful, it was one of the reasons why your friends often got frustrated with you. You couldn’t help it though. It was just a part of you.

When Namjoon hung up, you creaked the door open a little more, wandering into the room. He had a distraught expression on his face, and all you could think about was making it better, to do anything to ease his distress.

“Namjoon?” You asked, gently tapping his shoulder, worried eyes taking in his guilty expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replied tersely, before closing his eyes. He seemed distressed. “Nothing at all.”

The memory stone burned in your pocket, and you agreed with it. It felt like something was wrong, and it was all because of you.

While immersed in your thoughts, you decided to go out for a walk—one to clear your head, and two, because you needed to escape the stifling tension emanating from Namjoon. It stung that he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong, but you didn’t know what to do, so you opted to give him some space.

While wandering around the gardens, your thoughts were suddenly swarmed with the buzz of a piano beat, soft and gentle chords swirling around the air in a led light full and familiar tune.

It felt magical, as you watched a man play his heart out in the middle of the gardens, a soulful tune that screamed at you, reminding you of something.

Your feet led you to him, the man with the silver earrings and blond hair. You felt a hand around your waist, swaying to a soulful ballad, words imprinted in your memory:

*Will you stay by my side? Will you promise me? If I let go of your hand, you'll fly away and break; I'm scared of that. I’m scared, scared I'll lose you*

The more you sang, the more right it felt—his hands became tethers, his voice became clearer. You didn’t know that beautiful stranger, but you loved him. Oh to the gods did you ever love him.

You didn’t notice when the music stopped, tears gently rolling down your cheeks, mind foggy with the cool stone in your palm. You heard his haunting voice, felt the phantom hold of his hand in yours, a flash of silver and screams. Endless screams.

“You have a beautiful voice,” the musician said with a smile, jolting you back to the present. “Are you a singer?”

You shook your head, “No, that song just brought back memories.”

The man had a small smile on his face, “Indeed. It’s a ballad that is often played as the final dance in the magical world.” He cleared his throat, “It was written for the composer’s beloved, a final piece for them before they left him, forever.”

“That’s such a sad story,” you said, memory stone warming up minutely. You paused briefly, consumed by something, before continuing, “it’s devastating actually.”

The man nodded, “Yeah, but sometimes fate does things we will never understand.”

You weren’t even sure what drove you to the music, what possessed you to relate so heavily to the song. You don’t know where the images of candlelit touches came from. All you remembered was that you loved him. You loved him so much.

“I know,” you whispered, before looking up at him. “You wouldn’t know it, but I lost someone so close to me. He sang that song to me before he left,” you said sincerely, before turning away.

The man nodded in sympathy, “It seems like that for a lot of people. It’s the last dance before the curtain falls.”

You thanked the man, and he waved a gloved hand at you before you turned away. When you looked back, all that remained was shimmering golden specks and a vacant piano.

“When you love somebody,” you said aloud to the empty room, voice hoarse from yelling, “you will always love them, whether you remember or not.”

You were once again met with silence, the memory stone glowing blue in your hand, “But you’ll never forget the sensation of their hands on your waist. You’ll never forget the timbre of their voice, you’ll never forget the tune of a song, even if you don’t remember the words.”

Silence once again.

“You will never forget them,” You whispered, teary eyes looking up at the popcorn ceiling. “Because they are a part of you, and they will always be a part of your destiny.

“I love him. So do me a favour, Fate, and bring him back to me!” You screamed, neck craned back as you screamed towards the ceiling with every fibre of your being, heart presented to the skies as though its meagre weight was the most precious of treasures. “I DON’T DESERVE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS ANYMORE!”

When the silence ensued once more, you sank to your knees, head dropping as you silently cried at the cruelty of it all. You felt him missing. You went so far, you did so many things but you never remembered. You could never remember.

Holding onto something that killed you inside was such a foolish idea. Hearing a tune that you couldn’t name was something that shouldn’t have mattered so much to you. Yet, you felt the sensation of a memory in your veins, and you desperately wished you knew who it was that left such a mark on your soul.

Namjoon was hiding something from you too, but you weren’t concerned, not when you knew that whatever it was, was something undesirable.

Instead, you were fraught with self-loathing at the fact that you couldn’t even remember the name of your own lover.

Feeling empty and more and more lonely, you stood up off the bench you were seated on, and wandered around, before your eyes latched onto a building with a garish, pink sign. *Min’s Cat Cafe*.

Intrigued, you felt your feet instinctually take you towards it, as if you were always meant to wander in there. The cafe was quiet, and at your entrance, a few fuzzy critters came to greet you. As you found your way to the counter, a rush of happiness flooded through your veins at the cuddly companions you had acquired.

The barista was cute, and adorned a bright smile. Yet, when it was your turn, it seemed he turned slightly condescending, and his eyes darkened minutely as you gave him your name for the order.

Shaking it off, you sat down at one of the many tables in the cafe, waiting for someone to call your name. The soft Himalayan kitty, who was gently snuggled into your lap, purred at your gentle strokes on his head.

A few moments later, a worker bought out your drink, placing it down in front of you quickly. You thanked him offhandedly, attention still focused on the kitty.

You weren’t sure why you went there, why you even wanted to stay, but the kitty made you happy.

However, after a few more minutes, the kitty started getting restless, before jumping off and running away. She circled the legs of one of the workers, and you just smiled at her. Looking up at the worker, it was the same guy who brought you your drink. He looked at you intensely, and you tried so hard to remember if you had met him before.

He was somebody that reeked of familiarity, and something inside you burned at the deep brown of his eyes, the soft curve of his eyelids, and the smooth slope of his nose. His hands were soft and veiny and you felt them around your hand, around your waist. You heard those lips singing a familiar tune—a tune you couldn’t remember…

He turned around after a moment, and you didn’t know what came over you, but you stood up, about to go after him, but as soon as you did, you failed to remember what it was you were looking for.

Your hands reached out, to trail after something or someone that wasn’t there. All that remained were those two little kittens that greeted you at the door, and your steaming cup of coffee.

When you sat back down, it felt like everyone was staring at you, as if the whole world was holding its breath waiting to see what you would do next. But you couldn’t do anything, because you weren’t entirely sure what it was you were meant to be doing.

As you took a sip of your coffee, rich flavour burst unto your tongue, and the sweet hints of cinnamon brought forth a warmth that lit your entire body on fire.

*Remember me,* he said to you, that day he held you close. *Please remember me*.

Your brows furrowed as the stone in your pocket began to vibrate, making you shiver from the cold. You grabbed it, placing it on your palm, and inspected it. It was shuddering and growing rapidly cooler, before you noticed started to notice the thin, wispy cracks littering its surface.

It scared you to see the only thing that held the forgotten pieces of your life shatter, as though the person you used to be was slowly fading away…

You feared you would lose everything in that moment, that you would never remember. But as you took a warm sip of that coffee, felt fingers dancing along your waist, and heard the silent plead to remember—to always remember—you were sure.

And maybe it was silly to be so confident in something so superficial such as memory, but it was enough, that when the last of the coffee dripped down your throat, and the music humming in your brain reached its loudest— the stone shattered into a thousand, tiny fragments.

Everything began to pour into you, everything that you lost so forcefully found its way back into the crevices of your heart, and you keeled over by the sheer magnitude of it. You felt someone close to you, holding you up, holding you close, gentle hands around your waist, and you coughed—your throat grew hoarse at the words that threatened to run from your lips, at the songs that swarmed in your ears.

You saw his face clearly, those gentle swoops of his eyelids, the soft brown of his eyes, that smooth slope of his nose…

You jolted as you lifted your head, only to find those same eyes staring back at you. Your heart was racing, and you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, feeling so many tumultuous emotions ravaging your heart.

Yoongi looked back at you with hope, so much hope that you weren’t sure who felt more terror—you or him. You were so afraid, afraid of how warm and comfortable his embrace was, of how easily you could forget the beautiful sensation of his love.

You were so scared of how much love you felt for him, now that your heart was finally resonating with your brain.

You remembered so much, so many horror stories that you were petrified of what would happen if you let yourself feel love again. Yet at the same time, you were sure that the sweet taste of his love would make it worth it. It would always be worth it.

So you let him hold you, looking into the trenches of his soul, wondering where you would fit in there. You weakly lifted an arm, feeling so heavy in your own body, feeling as though the acquisition of your memories burdened you with a thousand pounds—you trailed your fingers across his cheek, feeling that soft flesh that you loved to kiss.

You traced the shape of his eyelid, remembering the sensation, remembering the way his eyelashes fluttered.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice feeling thick and croaky. “I promised I would never forget. I’m sorry.”

He began breaking down, simply holding your closer and silently letting his tears flow. He gripped you tightly, but not painfully, as though any looser and you would slip between his fingers and forget him again.

“I’ve waited for you for a long, long time,” he said, and you felt the coolness of his energy wrap around you like a blanket, protecting you. It reminded you of when he stepped in front of you, to defend you from the monster who cursed you. You remembered.

“I know,” you said, holding him back even tighter.

You found out later, that Yoongi had taken you upstairs to his apartment above the cafe. The rest of the boys, except for Namjoon, were there to greet you.

At first they seemed tentative, after all, this wasn’t the first time this happened, but upon seeing your full recollection of your past, they seemed to be at ease.

Jungkook merely greeted you with a silent wave, nodding at you politely. You offered him a smile, which he returned before focusing his attention on his phone. You appreciated the fact that he acknowledged you this time, as he could sometimes appear cold and disinterested when really, he just wasn’t a fan of socializing.

You were sure your previous self probably thought he was angry with you without realizing just how kind he truly was.

Then you saw Jimin, who greeted you boisterously, explaining that he had seen you previously, and always knew you had the potential to return to them.

He even goaded Yoongi to sit down at the piano to play your song, the song that was always meant for you… Butterfly.

The night he unveiled it to you, was the night before the curse began. He confessed that it was a way to guide you home when you got lost, when you needed to find your way back to him. Yes, it might have been a parting song, but it was also something intended to bring you back to him when you needed him most. He was forever yours, and you hoped that he would always be, now and forever.

The first time you saw Namjoon again was a difficult experience. You held no animosity towards him nor did you feel he was responsible for your memory loss. If anything, he was the last person you would have ever blamed for such a thing.

When Yoongi saw him, that protective layer of magic wrapped around you once again, but it was okay, because this time, you stepped in front of him.

Hugging Namjoon gave you the closure you never knew you needed. Knowing that they all knew that you were okay again made it bearable. Having your feet guide you to him was like you had finally returned home.

“I never blamed you, and I will never blame you,” you said softly, holding him tightly. “Even with knowing everything, I will never ever blame you for what she did.”

“I just feel like I played a role,” he whimpered, raising his head to presumably look at Yoongi. “I shouldn’t have—“

“There’s a lot of things we shouldn’t have done,” Yoongi said, stepping forward. “And to be honest, you were right. It was better to let Y/n find their way when they were ready, because who would’ve guessed that the memory stone blocked their memories? Namjoon,” he said thickly, brushing away a tear. “It’s not your fault.”

“Nobody could have predicted what was going to happen,” you said, before pulling away and looking at his face. “It’s okay. We’re all together again, and that’s all that matters.”

You were sure this time. You wouldn’t forget him again. You felt that sweet touch of magic flutter to life inside you, and it gave you the confidence that, no matter what, it would protect you.

As the seven of them brightened up your life—resuming your relationship was as easy as it was at the beginning.

A bright tune melodiously fluttered from the keys of a piano, happily proclaiming that love had returned.

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