~Him~

*JIMIN*

“Excuse me?” Jimin called out, trying to wake him up but he was still very much asleep.

Who the fuck falls asleep on a stranger’s body?

Does that even make any sense? No, right?

He tried waking him up again but he wouldn’t budge.

Damn, he was strong.

He tried pulling him off his body but he couldn’t. His legs were already dropping to the ground due to his heavy weight.

“HELP!” He screamed at the top of his voice but instead of help to come, he was welcomed with the emptiness of the graveyard.

fuck it, this was the disadvantage of being in a graveyard _there will be no one there to help out but the dead and clearly, they wouldn’t be able to help_ why? Well, they are dead.

“Please wake up and get off me, you jerk!” Jimin said, trying to push him off, he couldn’t. He will surely sue this guy when he wakes up from that stupid sleep of his that he promise him.

He was already lying on the ground now with his heavy body on him.

He was going to die if no one come to his rescue.

He could see death smiling down at him and as much as he feels guilty for his aunt’s death, he doesn’t want to die. At least not yet. Not until he finds his aunt’s murderer.

He just laid on the ground, staring up at the sky. Was this how he was going to die? Was this how_

Wait, he had come here with somebody… the detective.

“DETECTIVE.” He yelled out, hoping he would hear him. “Fuck! DETECTIVE!” He called out again, there still wasn’t any reply.

Minutes later he started hearing footsteps coming towards him. He didn’t open his eyes even though the footstep was sounding very close to him.

Suddenly the heavy body was lifted up from him and he could finally breath again.

He opened his eyes and found Namjoon staring down at him, worriedly.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“What happened to the, ‘I will keep him safe’?” He asked him, still lying down on the ground.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to_” He looks at the guy he was holding. His eyes suddenly went wide. “Jungkook?”

“You know him?” Jimin asked, getting up to his feet.

“Yes. He’s_”

“Good.” He quickly cuts him off. “Listen, I’m going to sue him.”

“What? why?”

“He tried to murder me.”

“How?”

“Excuse me? Didn’t you see that yourself when you got here? How can a man as heavy as him fall on a someone as tiny as me?”

“It wasn’t intentional and that isn’t murder…he didn’t even threaten your life with any weapon.” Namjoon pointed out.

“Does he have to hold a gun against my head before you know I was threatened?” He questioned, glaring at Namjoon.

“He didn’t do it on purpose… he’s drunk.”

“Wait, why are you even defending him? You are suppose to be on my side!”

“I have to be on the truth side.”

“You work for me.”

“And him too.”

“What?”

Namjoon was going to talk again when they heard a gruffy voice said. “Stop talking, I’m trying to sleep here.” Jungkook said before falling asleep again.

Namjoon was holding him. “He is the guy I told you of. The guy that you remind me of.” He said.

Jimin kept quiet for a while as if trying to process what Namjoon had just said. “What?”

“Yes.” Namjoon nodded his head. “Look, Jungkook wouldn’t have done what he just did if he wasn’t drunk. He’s never like this. I wonder why he drank so much to the extent of becoming drunk.” Namjoon said, looking down at Jungkook’s sleeping face.

“Have he ever met me before?” Jimin asked after a moment of silence.

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders before saying. “I don’t think so. Why?”

He shook his head. “Just asking.” He started walking away. “I need to go back to the palace before Lisa starts to get worried.” He helped Namjoon opened the backseat, Namjoon thanked him for his kind gesture before dropping Jungkook in the car then slammed the door shut.

Jimin opened the passenger’s door and got in while Namjoon rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat before driving away from the graveyard.

*****

Namjoon parked in front of the mansion. Jimin let out a breath, looking back at sleeping Jungkook.

Why does his voice sound so familiar?

Why did his heart flutter when he stroked his face?

Why did he felt trapped in his beautiful eyes?

Why does it feel like he have seen him before now even when if it sounded so crazy?

Why?

He clears his throat and look back at Namjoon. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Hmm. Oh, I was going to discuss with you about your aunt’s case.”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow.” He got out of the car and just when he was going to close the door, he turned to Namjoon again. “I won’t sue him again.” He smiled then shut the door close and walked inside the compound.

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*JUNGKOOK*

He groaned, sitting upright in the bed.

His head aches.

His throat were itchy.

His lips were dried.

His hair were messy.

He reek of alcohol.

Fuck, everything about him was so messed up right now.

What the hell was wrong with him?

And where the fuck was he?

He look around and clearly this place doesn’t look like his room neither does it look like the guestroom or the living room.

This was the second time he was waking up from sleep and doesn’t know exactly where he was.

He hated been clueless.

He remember having a fight with that woman he was so unfortunate to call a mother, he remember taking three bottles of tequila and leaving the house, he remember going to a flower shop to get a yellow tulip, he remember going to the graveyard… he remember drinking the three bottles of tequila, he also remember watching a boy dance.

The boy look very familiar and then he made it very easy for him by jumping right in front of him.

It was him.

That was all he could remember.

What had happened?

And did he really saw him for real or it was just a dream or his imagination?

He won’t deny not imagining the boy dance for him because honestly he had missed his dance.

His beautiful smile,

His hair that flowed to the rhythm of the wind,

His beautiful dance moves,

His eyes,

His voice,

Everything.

Why was he even trying to stay away from him?

Why does he always seem to be a coward whenever he was around?

He heard the door to the room open and a woman walked in with a tray on her hand and a warm smile in her face.

“Jungkook.” She smiled. “Good morning.”

Jungkook raised a questioning brow at her then looked around the room again. “What am I doing here?” He asked.

“Namjoon brought you here. Are you alright?” She asked, handing him the mug of hit coffee.

“Hmm.” He hummed, collecting the mug. He sipped from it, letting out a deep breath. “How are you, Rose?”

She shrugged. “Fine. What happened to you, Jungkook? Namjoon said you were so_”

“Wait, Namjoon brought me here!?” Jungkook asked in disbelief as if he was just processing the word.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Where is he?”

“Preparing for work. Why_” Jungkook have already stormed out of the room before Rose could even finish her sentence.

He barged into Namjoon’s room without knocking. Namjoon was just wearing his pants when Jungkook walked in on him, startling him in the process.

“Shit. Man, what are you doing here?” Namjoon hissed. “And can’t you knock?”

“Where did you see me?” Jungkook asked, ignoring Namjoon’s question.

“What?” He asked in confusion.

“I remember going to dad’s grave so how come did you bring here? Did you come there as well?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Did you see me with anyone?” Jungkook asked, hoping that the answer would be ‘no’

“Do you remember being with anyone before passing out?” Namjoon asked instead.

“I…No…yes… maybe…” He threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t know, okay? Just answer the damn question.”

Namjoon shrugged, buckling his belt. “I have a meeting to catch, man. If you don’t want to be so clueless then stop drinking and eat more.” He patted Jungkook on his shoulder before walking out of the room.

Jungkook stood there for what seem like an hour before walking out of the room and leaving the house as well in annoyance.

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“You are back.” Dohwa said as Jungkook walked into the house.

He didn’t answer her but walked towards the bar, he brought out a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a shot and downed the whole content then dropped the empty glass on the table and went up to his room ignoring his mother completely.

He fell flat on his bed and stared up at the white ceilings.

His smiling face kept replaying in his mind.

Did he really see him or was it a dream?

And why wasn’t Namjoon telling him anything?

What the fuck is going on?

The ringtone of his phone brought him back to earth. He sighed taking out his phone, he stared at the caller ID; it was his secretary, Angel.

He answered the call. “What?”

“Good day sir.” She said from the other line.

“What do you want?” He asked rudely, ignoring her greetings.

“Mr Lim is here to see you sir. Should I tell him to return when you are in office?” She questioned.

Jungkook thought for a while, would it be worth it, if he goes to him? Honestly, he needed to meet in person. He wanted answers to his questions.

Answers to his mystery.

“I will be right there.”

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*JIMIN*

“Are you alright, my prince? You don’t look fine since you got back from the graveyard. Is everything okay?” Lisa asked worriedly.

Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m_” He still can’t forget.

His face.

His eyes.

Everything.

Why does he look so familiar?

What’s going on with him?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course my prince, what is it?” She asked him.

Jimin clears his throat then readjusted himself on the bed where he’s seated. “I…There is this friend of mine,” He began.

“Friend?”

“Yes. He was blind and then after a surgery, he regained his sight. One day, he met this guy while he was dancing and it felt like he have seen him before. Is that possible?”

“Like he have seen him before when he was blind?” Lisa asked.

“Yes. It doesn’t make sense, right?”

Lisa shrugged. “It’s possible.”

“It is?” Jimin asked, surprised.

“Yes. It could be love at first sight.”

“I don’t get.”

“Maybe he have actually crossed path with this guy when he was blind… and had fallen in love with him.”

“No. I didn’t _ I mean, he didn’t fall in love with him. He don’t even know this guy.” Jimin stated.

“But his heart does.” Lisa smiled. “Sometimes, the eyes isn’t needed for one to fall in love. It’s more like…” She thought for a while. “….what the heart sees.”

“What the heart sees?” Jimin repeated to himself.

“So tell me, who is ‘this guy’” Lisa asked, air quoting the this guy.

Jimin started blushing but he quickly used his hand to cover up the blush. “What guy?”

“Wait, is it the same guy you were asking me of?”

“What?”

“The guy you said was one of the reasons why you wanted to see again. The guy you asked if_”

“I was talking about my friend, Lisa not me.”

“Mmm-hmm. You and I both know you don’t have any friend at all.” Lisa winked, smiling.

“I’m going out.” He stood up to his feet.

“Okay. I’m coming with you.”

“No, you are not.”

“But my prince_”

“I will be fine, Lisa. Trust me. Besides you can’t keep following me around, you know that, right?”

“I’m obliged to do so, my prince.” Lisa said.

“Stop worrying about me, Lisa. And besides I’m going to see detective Namjoon so you see, I’m fine.” He smiled at her.

“Okay, my prince. Make sure to give me a call if you need anything.”

“Hmm.” He picked up his black shoulder bag and turned to leave the room when Lisa called him back.

“My prince.”

“Yes?”

Lisa smiled. “I like it this way.” Jimin raised a questioning brow at her in confusion. “I like how different and happy you are right now. I hope it remains this way while you search for your aunt’s murderer.”

Jimin just smiled then walked out of the room with only one thought in mind; ‘I hope so too.’

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