—Present life. Hot and Spicy Grill. Year 2018—

As promised, Taehyung had picked me up at work right the moment my shift was up.

There was nothing much to say between us as we drove away in his small city car from the coffee shop, since I was still trying to process the shock of having the unexpected meeting during work earlier while Taehyung seemed like he was having his own turmoil to deal with. He was silent during the drive, looking distracted but thankfully not enough to derail him from driving the car properly. But his silence had made it hard for me to question it when he suddenly started leading the car away from the campus grounds and he kept going further until the car entered the freeway.

It took a few turns before the sight around me changed, the suburbs getting further away behind us, when I finally grew wary and curious that I simply had to speak up. "Are you sure we're still going to dinner? You're not planning on kidnapping me, are you?"

Taehyung's eyes grew wide before he chuckled. "Sorry, it's a surprise," he said. "Don't worry, I won't go crazy and take you to any place with no civilisation like what Jimin did."

Smiling, I looked away from him when my face began to flush. I had told him once about the surprise trip that Jimin had taken me to—which I had to spill because I had completely forgotten to call him back that night after we had just parted way minutes before Jimin came to pick me up. I had told him about how Jimin planned out an outdoor picnic with a thousand stars above us and the view of the valley everywhere I looked, though I had to skip telling him about the 'dessert' Jimin gave me under the same stars which had sent me flying to heavenly bliss.

Judging from the sly smirk he was making now, I supposed he had made his own guess to what had happened on the date once the food was left forgotten.

As I looked out the window, I finally realised that he was right. He was not taking me towards the same area that Jimin had taken me to. On the outer lane of the freeway, I saw buildings and dense trees instead of hills and valleys. And to my relief, what I was seeing was the kind of trees I would normally see packed up in the city. The lanes were getting more and more packed with cars as we went further, so I wasn't quite surprised to see him turning to the exit heading downtown.

"Sorry for the long trip," he said. "I just found out about this place a while ago and wanted to check it out. I figured if I want to take anyone here to try it then it should be you since we haven't done this for a while."

"Aww—that's so nice that you're thinking of me. You are truly the best friend every girl needs. The man after my own heart. Or, in this case, stomach," I teased him, earning his laugh.

It didn't take much longer than fifteen minutes after we were out of the freeway before he pulled into a small spaced parking lot, and my gaze fell on the small restaurant that seemed like it had only opened pretty recently. "Is it a barbecue and grill place? Awesome!"

"Figured you'll love it," he said, turning the car engine off. "Let's go before the place gets packed with the dinner crowd."

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It didn't take us long to be seated. But Taehyung was right. Not too long after we made our orders, more and more people started coming in and the place was full within minutes.

"I hope this place is good. People keep talking about this place so I bet these people came from everywhere around the city. I don't even doubt that we would see some familiar faces from campus," Taehyung told me after taking a quick look around.

"I'm really hungry I can eat anything at this point," I said, smiling at him. It really didn't matter where we were or if the trip here had been worth it. It was spending the time with my best friend during all of the things that had been going on in our lives which I had been most excited about.

The tables around us had started grilling and Taehyung seemed giddy in his seat, looking excited as he looked at the meal with a deep longing in his eyes and he licked his lips at the roasted beef cooking beside us. This was something that I had missed, enjoying our time together and to see him loosening up. Each time we were together, I would look at him and wonder how we ever came apart.

How much different was it back then between us compared to us now? Would we still have this if I had never learned all the mistakes we made in the past life?

Taehyung was picking on the welcome snacks when I felt my phone vibrating in my bag. Remembering that I had promised Jimin to text him the moment Taehyung had succeeded in picking me up at work while he couldn't, I pulled out the phone and smiled when I noticed that he had messaged me first.

From Jimin: Hey, babe. Are you out with Taehyung?

From Jimin: I'm taking a break atm and I thought about you. Hope he didn't decide to steal you away from me :(

A smile came to my face as I was reading through his messages. I could picture him sitting down in the middle of his dance practice, all sweaty and breathless while he was typing these words. My heart jumped and it made me realise how much I missed him, even if we had only been apart for a day thanks to our schedules.

To Jimin: I'm safe. He's not kidnapping me or whatever, but you did give him an idea of taking me far away from campus

From Jimin: Sorry, my bad :p

To Jimin: How's practice?

From Jimin: These guys are relentless. I'll probably wake up all sore and bruised tomorrow

To Jimin: But you love it

From Jimin: I do :)

To Jimin: What time will you be done?

From Jimin: We're doing one more round of practice then I'll be on my way home

Home. The way he had said it made my heart stir. Ever since we became official, Jimin had repeatedly asked me to move in with him. But I have yet to give an answer, thinking that perhaps things had been going on too fast. If there was anything that I learned from putting all the pieces from my other life together was that moving too fast could lead to a disaster.

Would I dare risk it and say yes? I knew that it was something that my previous self—the other 'me'—had wished for. I saw her dreams as some broken fragments of memories in my dreams, had even mistaken them as actual memories until I managed to decipher them as parts of imaginations instead, and many of those images had shown me various types of white picket fence houses. The settings and everything else around them would be a blurry mess and they had kept changing each time they came to me, but there had always been one part of it that had been consistent, an invariable factor from all of these dreams—Jimin.

"Is that Jimin?" Taehyung questioned me the moment he noticed the expressions I was making as I was messaging my boyfriend back, not realising that my mind had started to wander. "Is he still at practice?"

Putting away my phone, I smiled at him. "Yeah. That's him. He was checking on me. Kinda. I told him that I'd be with you while he's busy with his dance."

Taehyung tilted his head. "Doesn't he bring you to his practices?"

"No," I said, snickering to myself when I remembered how adamant Jimin had been to stop me when I insisted to come to his practice. "Jimin said it's better for me to just watch the actual performance. I think he's still a bit embarrassed to show me all the process behind his work."

Taehyung chuckled. Shaking his head, he only commented lightly, "He probably didn't want you distracting him. Or worse, have his friends coming on to you while he's busy dancing."

I rolled my eyes at him. Both of us knew that Jimin had a bit of a jealousy streak, but not so much that it made me feel suffocated just to be with him, or to feel like I was constantly walking on eggshells. The only way he had been showing it was to playfully complain or he would sometimes poke fun on me, acting sulky but never too much.

There was only one person in this world who could tick him off the wrong way. And honestly, Jimin was not the only one who was against this same person.

Looking up at Taehyung, I realised that he had never been kind to each time Jungkook's name was mentioned. Out of everyone in my life, he was the only person who knew why I had to stay away from Jungkook. He was the only one who had heard all the stories, everything that I remembered from the other 'me' and all that I felt when the memories returned.

Just like how I was the only person who knew what would happen to both of us if we would ever make another mistake.

Taehyung glanced towards the table next to us one last time, growing impatient while he was completely oblivious to where my mind had been wandering to. Watching him like this reminded me of how distracted he had been when he first came to pick me up, suggesting that something must have happened to him between the moment when we parted ways to the time he came by at the coffee shop. I had been waiting for him to talk about it, only to have him constantly acting as if I had yet to notice his odd behaviour.

"So how was your day?" I finally asked him when his gaze turned blank and he was suddenly becoming more interested in the paper napkin which he had placed on his lap. "You haven't told me much about your work and your trip to the library."

He shrugged. "It's fine."

That got me raising my brows. It was becoming more obvious to me now that he was trying to avoid talking about it. "Really?"

Taehyung looked up to me, pressing his lips before he released a defeated sigh. "I hate you," he said, catching me off guard before he suddenly chuckled. "I hate that I can never lie to you."

Smiling to him, I merely shrugged my shoulders the way he often did. "We've been friends since forever. If there's one person in this world who knows you better than yourself, it would be me," I said teasingly, before I added, "Second to Hoseok. Sometimes I wonder if he's secretly your brother, not mine."

Taehyung chuckled at that. There was no lie that he had come to grow close to Hoseok as we grew up together. Our friendship had started from a play date held by our Moms that happened when we were kids, only because our houses were located in the same block and I was the only one in the neighbourhood who was at the same age as he was. Then our friendship grew in elementary school when we promised to have each other's backs, and we stayed close as we kept on going to the same school, doing the same things together growing up, then he stayed with me when I got sick and while I was recovering in the hospital years ago. But, as a boy, he had looked up to Hoseok as if he was his own older brother, and Hoseok had taken a liking to him especially because he had always wanted a brother.

"True. Though he wouldn't be subtle if he wants to know stuff about me. He'd probably be snapping at me—Come on! Spill!" Taehyung jokingly imitated Hoseok's tone of voice, which made me laugh when I saw his face and I could actually imagine my brother's voice coming out of him.

"Seriously, though. What is it?" I asked again before he ever had a chance to change the topic around and avoid answering your question. "You came to the coffee shop looking like someone had just hurt your dog. And you've been pretty quiet when you're not talking about this place and the food."

Once again, he pressed his lips together. "Nothing much, really," he started, though he suddenly grew restless in his seat and he began to look away, finding it hard to look into my eyes. He suddenly seemed nervous, yet I still felt a hint of relief when I didn't see any guilt in his eyes, it would probably be worse if he was hiding something big from me.

"It's just—" he said, clearing his throat. "I stumbled upon Namjoon at the library earlier."

"You did?"

Are you sure that he was not stalking you? —Was what I had originally wanted to say, but I kept them to myself.

Taehyung looked down briefly before facing me again. "Right, so—he kept on asking me to join the cause and the rest of their spring activities cause they needed more people. Then he started asking me about my classes, the professors I've gotten this semester, before he suddenly asked if we could grab a coffee sometime."

I blinked. He had spoken so quickly during the last part of his sentence that I wasn't sure if I was hearing things right until it finally clicked for me a few milliseconds too long. "He asked you to go out for coffee?" I asked, to which he nodded. "Like—casually? Or—"

"Like—he just literally said, 'Hey, why don't we grab some coffee sometime and talk more?', in a friendly kind of way," he said, imitating Namjoon's voice in his own way.

"What did you say to him?"

"Nothing," he said, shrugging sheepishly. "I was kind of shocked and he only patted me in the back and walked away."

I blinked again. "Funny how he seems to insist having you around a lot," I muttered, before looking at him suspiciously. "He even came to you this morning while the gathering was clearing up. And you said he wasn't interested to make a move on you."

The waiter came in just then to drop our drinks and Taehyung took his time to take a sip of his cold beer before answering, "I don't know either. He didn't seem like he even noticed me that much in the past year."

"How did you feel about his offer then?"

He raised his brows. "How I felt? Well—I certainly didn't have all the goosebumps, the fireworks, or my heart beating fast cause I have no jumbled memories mixing in between the good and the bad, so—"

"Hey, watch it—" I warned him while pointing a straw at him. "No, I'm just asking cause it seemed to bother you a little."

"It's not. It's just—" he seemed to contemplate his answers for a moment, like he was trying to find the best way to explain his trail of thoughts even while he was having trouble understanding it himself.

"I guess I was just wondering, why me?" he finally said. "I mean, I kind of understand why he would be approaching me—another 'me'—in the alter life. It must have been compelling to come on to someone who seemed broken and lost and I had probably seen him as my saviour, the light of my life after the darkness, the white knight."

His overly dramatic expression had you raising your brows. "He's kind of a heartthrob too."

"Yeah—" he hummed. "I won't even deny the fact that he's attractive. But normal me? This me? I wouldn't have picked him as the type of guy I'd be dating if I would—" he stopped and started glancing around, as if he was afraid that someone might be listening in. "You know."

And I did know what he was trying to tell me. For someone who had been open about his sexual preferences, he was still wary about the world around us, not too sure on how they would perceive him.

He leaned back on his seat when he added, "He seems so put together too. But after knowing what would have happened if I had just let things be, I can somehow look past his false act of composure and find him seem a bit unhinged."

"Seriously?" I questioned him, laughing. "Unhinged? Have you been reading criminal fiction novels in your Psych classes?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

I laughed at him, but then stopped myself as I watched him closely. While a part of me was relieved that he believed me enough to tread things carefully, I was also feeling the guilt for allowing him to build his own boundaries by giving him all the warnings on what was supposed to be our future. Even though he was giving it the best he could, I still worried that he might not be living his life to the fullest potential just because he was afraid to make any decision that could lead to the end of our friendship.

Taehyung looked at me when I fell silent. "What? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Sighing, I had no choice but to share my thoughts on this. "Just wondering if I've made the right decision on letting you know about your supposed future. What if my memories had been wrong this whole time and it wasn't Namjoon that I saw? What if he's just a good guy with his mind on his good cause who happens to have an innocent crush on my best friend?"

Taehyung seemed to ponder on it briefly before shaking his head. "I've been talking shit and making long speeches about you risking things by not staying away from this dude who had supposedly ruined your life and your trust to other human beings—"

I rolled my eyes. "His name is Jungkook."

But he continued on, ignoring me completely. "—so I've decided not to risk mine. Second chances, remember?"

His words made me stop. I bit my lip and nodded. "Second chances."

Taehyung gave me a grim smile when he nodded back, but it also appeared to me that there was a huge weight being pulled away from his shoulders. As if being honest with each other had been freeing for him, something that I was feeling too.

Noticing that our meal order had yet to arrive at our table, Taehyung looked around and pushed himself out of his seat. "The food's going to be here any minute but I'm going to need the restrooms. I'll be right back," he said, before he left his seat to make a quick run to the restrooms at the back.

I watched him leave just in time for my phone to vibrate in my hand. I looked down, opening the messaging app immediately for thinking that Jimin had texted some more before his practice would start again, only to stop when I saw Jungkook's name flashing on the screen instead.

From Jungkook: Hey, I hope I'm not texting you with your boyfriend around :p

From Jungkook: It's been a while since I've seen you at the pub

From Jungkook: Is everything okay?

Biting my lips, I looked over to where I saw Taehyung had disappeared to and breathed a sigh of relief that the message had come in while he was gone. Taehyung would have only needed to take one look at my face before he would start asking questions, including why I had been texting with Jungkook from time to time.

To Jungkook: everything's fine

To Jungkook: Been a bit busy, that's all. How are you?

From Jungkook: doing okay

From Jungkook: I'm finally back on campus and I just got my schedules at the pub. Will be performing on stage next Friday night

From Jungkook: Will you come?

I lowered the phone to my lap, having no idea how to respond. While most of our texts had been about keeping up with each other's lives, there had been a few times when he would invite me to his show at the pub. I had only come to watch him a couple of times, most of them without even saying hello to him directly and leaving before giving him a chance to sit with me. I knew it was wrong to keep in touch and talk to him like this after what I had promised my best friend before, but it had not been easy for me to ignore him.

And he was not someone who would give up so easily either that ignoring his text messages was never a choice. Not when he would often try to find me or even call me until he could talk to me.

From Jungkook: ________?

Another message came in, letting me know that he was waiting for my response. Biting my lip, I pondered over the options. What was I supposed to say? And would he be happy to hear what my answers if I had refused to come?

And why on earth was I already wondering what clothes to wear for the night at the pub?

To Jungkook: Sorry

To Jungkook: I'll try to be there. What time?

From Jungkook: the second stage of the night. 8 PM

From Jungkook: I'll be waiting :)

Reading through his response, my stomach turned and my chest grew tight with guilt. There was no way out of this now. And I really had no idea what I was doing either, knowing that Friday night would be the night I would usually come to stay at Jimin's place so we could spend the weekend together.

"Fuck," I cursed at myself, before tossing my phone into my bag to avoid looking through his messages again.

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The meal we ordered had just arrived at the table when Taehyung returned, with the waiter apologising to the two of us repeatedly about the long wait, explaining to us overwhelmed they were as the restaurant was a full house for the night. As Taehyung returned to his seat, the waiter walked away from our table, and my eyes were drawn to follow him as he weaved through the floor between the tables to return to the kitchen area.

That was when I saw him. His head bobbing over the other seated guests as he walked across the room until he found the table that seemed to have been reserved for him.

"What?" Taehyung questioned me when he noticed, his voice drawing my attention when I was still looking far away. "What is it?" he asked again when he got no answer, then he began looking around the seating area to find what I was looking at.

"I saw someone. From campus. Though it seems a bit odd that he had come all the way to this place to eat," I said, disregarding the fact that it had been the same case for us since Taehyung and I had driven far to be there too. "There, he's on the table at the corner. Wearing a black shirt and a black cap."

He followed the direction I was subtly pointing to, taking a few seconds before his eyes grew with recognition when he finally found Yoongi at the other side of the restaurant.

"You know him?" he asked, raising his brows at me when he turned to me again. "I thought the only people you know on campus are just me, Jimin, and his cousin."

"Ha, ha, funny," I sneered at him while rolling my eyes while he enjoyed having been able to mock me about it. But then my eyes went back to his table, seeing Yoongi with another man who looked like him, but a bit older.

"He came to the coffee shop earlier today on my shift," I told him, finding him looking at Yoongi again as if he wanted to make sure. "You know who he is?"

He turned back to you with wide eyes. "Min Yoongi? Everyone knows him. He's pretty popular among the frat boys. He's always leading his friends on the stuff they always organise in their frat houses, though he hasn't really been in the scene that much lately."

"And you have?"

He scoffed at me. "Hey, unlike you, I still have a reputation to uphold," he teased me, snickering when I gave him a scowl. "My dorm mate gets invited to their parties a lot and I always go with him when I can."

I looked over to Yoongi again, noticing the broody look that he was wearing even as he was chatting with his companion. His brother, more likely, since they looked pretty similar from this distance. Except that when Yoongi was wearing a dark shirt, his brother was wearing something lighter and a bit too formal for a grill house. "So, why hasn't he been around?"

"Seems like he's graduating this year, and rumours said he had already taken a job at his brother's company so he no longer spends much time on campus unless necessary," he explained slowly before he began glancing around warily the way he did previously. "But, um—there's also this rumour going around."

I snapped my head to look at him. "What kind of rumour?"

Taehyung took another quick glance at Yoongi before leaning closer so he could whisper, "Someone said they caught him kissing a TA. A male TA. It happened at a dorm party."

My eyes grew instantly wide and I had to lean closer as I whispered angrily, "And people just—what? Stay away from him?"

Taehyung shrugged. "I'm not sure, but it seems like his friends are beginning to dwindle. I don't think it's because they're afraid of the repercussions from sticking around or if it's because there's a possibility that he's queer if the rumours are true, it's just—" he swallowed hard, looking sympathetic as he glanced one more time towards Yoongi's table before looking at me again, and I knew that the look he was giving me was there only due to the fact that he had once been in his shoes. "He's been hiding this for so long, if it's really true. Maybe they're just pissed cause he's been keeping a secret. You know how those frat boys are, they hold secrets like a treasure."

They sure did.

Because according to one of my strongest memories of all, one of the biggest secrets that had been painful enough for me to remember from my past life was how Jungkook's friends had also had a hand in hiding his sins from me.

Shaking my head, I chose to look away from Yoongi. "Still seems so stupid to just turn their backs on him like that just because of some rumours," I wondered out loud, when the bitter truth of how he was left abandoned by the same people who were supposed to support him through it truly sunk in.

"It makes you think. Doesn't it?" he asked me, though it sounded more like he was wondering out loud just like I was.

"About what?" I asked him.

"How you can't always depend on others to stay in your life forever," he said to me with an as-matter-factly tone, though it also sounded bitter, because he had experienced it too. Meeting his eyes, I was suddenly glad that I had been able to show him that he deserved the kind of support he needed too.

As we continued with our dinner, talking about all the silly and mundane things from our daily lives, I couldn't shake the nagging thought still hanging in the back of my head. Too many coincidences happening on the same day. Right at that moment, just when I recounted that I had met Yoongi coincidentally twice in the same day after not being able to remember him for so long, something in my head clicked.

I just didn't know what to do about it. And I had no idea how I could make it all possible to even happen.

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