"He should stay with us!" Junkook's eyes glimmered, begging him like a puppy. As much as Yoongi didn't like to see Jungkook like that (because he was just too cute), Jungkook should know better. Yoongi was literally the most unpredictable person in the world. He just robbed a crime scene, for fucks sake.

"Kookie, I- do you realize... if he ever caught me doing suspicious activity I could totally go to jail. All I want is to find my memories!" He whispered loudly, but also somewhat soft enough to not make the younger feel bad. Or for Myungsoo not to hear.

"And why'd you steal that butterfly paint-"

"Because... I don't know." He sighed. "It just... called out to me?" He grimaced to himself, realizing how fucking cheesy he sounded. Ew.

"It called out to you? Well, damn. That's never happened before." Jungkook smiled adorably, holding onto Yoongi's hands and nearly hopped up in excitement. "I wonder what that black butterfly has to do with your memory!"

"Kookie, we have a guest." Yoongi tried shrugging off the happiness he was feeling after seeing Kookie so hyped for his memory, because now was not the time to talk about it.

"Oh, right." He cleared his throat, and then looked at Yoongi with a serious face. "He's staying. That's it, that's all."

Not this again.

"How will he react if he finds out I'm a psychopath?"

"He won't! You'll probably beat him up before he could tell anyone about it."

"... Fine. But he needs to agree to it first; after all he's also a human being and has rights to this sort of shit."

Junkook grinned, "Yay!" He then leaned in and pecked Yoongi's lips. "We can do a little something tonight for being a good boy~" He slapped Yoongi's ass and walked away as innocently as he walked in.

Yoongi was blank for a moment.

That sounds like a good plan.

He soon followed pursuit, walking back in the living room. Instead of Myungsoo being on the couch like before, he was over at the table with the envelopes the black haired boy collected. Yoongi had a mini heart attack, wondering if the boy had snooped and checked in on them. What the fuck would Yoongi do then if Myungsoo was already suspicious of him?

"We thought about this just now actually, but how do you think staying with us instead?" Jungkook was already in front of the pink haired boy. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the mischievous look that Kookie was giving Myungsoo and had an uncontrollable urge to want to punch the pink haired boy.

"What? I can't possibly do that...!" Myungsoo was taken aback by their sudden boldness. "I'd just be in the way! Besides, from what I can tell, I think you two are a..." He cleared his throat.

"Us?" Jungkook looked at Yoongi, too, who now felt like the centre of attention.

I just wanna nap this conflict off to be honest.

"Yeah, we're a couple. Are you okay with that?"

Myungsoo stared between the two. From what Yoongi can see, he seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, clenching his jaw, but he was hiding it well. Seeing him like this gave Yoongi another sharp pain but he ignored it. "Yeah... I'm fine with it." He pulled up a smile. "When can I move in...?"

"Uh... How about later tonight? We don't have another room for you yet, though."

"That's okay; I can sleep on the couch." Jungkook was about to protest, but Myungsoo shook his head. "No, really, I'm okay on the couch."

"Okay, if you say so..."

Later on, Myungsoo said he had to leave and get his stuff. Just before leaving the front door, he turned back. "Jungkook, I don't know if this is important or not, but... Yoongi fainted today." Jungkook's eyes widened and slowly turned to look at Yoongi, but he was already walking away and out of sight.

"Yoongi I swear to Go—" Myungsoo shut the door behind him.

-  -  -  -

Somehow Yoongi and Jungkook ended up sprawled over each other on the couch. "Why is a murder linked to your lost memory?" Jungkook fiddled with Yoongi's shirt.

"Honestly, I don't know." Yoongi sighed. He was already feeling sleepy. "Maybe I was a murderer before, too." That theory kind of scared him. What if he did have blood on his hands? Instinctively, he glanced down at one of his hands. He didn't see himself as a murderer, but he could have killed someone in the erased parts of his memories. But wouldn't he go to jail?

"Don't say that. As much as you are a grump, I don't think you'd kill anyone." Jungkook held onto Yoongi's hand to comfort him. "I think maybe... you knew someone. Or this is actually completely coincidental." Yoongi scoffed, trying to use humour to counter his nervousness.

Yoongi couldn't remember anything from 6 years ago. He didn't have a mother, but apparently he had a father. When he woke up from his little coma, no one but a woman that was supposedly his father's friend came to see him. She was the one who took care of him all these years. Her name is Jiyeon.

"I'm really sorry, Yoongi. I'm so, so sorry... Your father was a great man." She started tearing up, but quickly wiped them away.

"What happened to him?" Yoongi remembered a blur of a face, but he didn't remember what his father was like.

"Oh, Yoongi." She exasperated sadly. "I'm sorry- I forgot. Your father, after your accident, he was..." She choked, obviously uncomfortable. Yoongi let her take her time, only because he really didn't know his father, but this woman obviously did and it was hurting her. "... He was found in your house, dead. They said he was stabbed." By this point she was just letting her tears fall.

Yoongi did feel bad, but he just didn't have any emotional connection anymore.

There was one thing on his mind. He still didn't know how he got into this so called accident. "What happened to me?"

She inhaled, wiping away her tears. "Right, right." Jiyeon held onto Yoongi's hand, but he just found it aloof. Did he know this woman that well before? How the hell did he manage to let someone touch him like this? "We found you ... below a bridge."

Below... a bridge?

"They said you were bleeding so bad they thought you were going to die, but somehow... you're here now. And that's all that matters. Don't worry, Yoongi. I'll take care of you."

And that was that.

Why would a murderer kill his father but leave him alone? Did he think throwing me off a bridge would kill me? Actually, good point. But I somehow managed to survive. How, I'm not sure. Lucky, maybe?

-  -  -  -

These people are letting me stay in their apartment room.

Was it fate?

Maybe.

That didn't change anything, though.

He glanced down at his phone. There was a new message.

J: Where are you? You should've been back home last night.

He bit his bottom lip furiously, tasting a little bit of iron on his tongue. Home.

Park: I left.

He shoved his phone back in his ass pocket and tried moving out the anger from his body a bit. Shaking up his hands, he soon grabbed onto his luggage case that was waiting for him in the lobby of the apartment, making his way to Yoongi and Jungkook's apartment room.

Honestly, he was surprised. He didn't think that they would let him in so soon like that.

The pink haired boy found himself at the door. Knocking, he found himself impatiently waiting, yet also feeling excited. He hated that feeling.

He fucking hated it with every fibre in his body.

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myungsoo bb is an angry boi

yoongi is sassy

jungkook is a lil slut

and proms tomorrow

what will i do

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