Taehyung's Point of View.

I was staring at him until he woke up from his nap, his head on my lap. I suddenly looked away when he noticed me.

"Oh God, sorry I fell asleep." He gets off my lap quickly and sits beside me. "Ah, I'm so embarrased!" he whines and covers his face with his two hands.

I chuckle and take away his hands from his pretty face, "It's okay, totally fine." I smile at him sweetly but he just gave me a pout. A cute pout.

"Why are you here?" he bluntly said, "I mean, what's your intention of being here? Are you going to do something to me?"

I gave him a confusedly look. What does he mean? "I-I'm here to, uhm, help you in your daily basis."

"Like what?" he raises an eyebrow. I gulp and look away. The cute Jimin became intimidating Jimin.

"Like uhm, help you remember things because you know, uhm," I fidget at my fingers, "y-you're forgetful, right? And I-I want to help you." I fucking stuttered.

"Seriously?" I laughed awkwardly when he chuckled. "You don't have to do that. I can manage myself."

"But I'm serious, Jimin, I want to help you. Because uhm, I sort of have this so-called photographic memory and—"

"I know what that is." he cut off my words, "But photographic memory is just a myth. You can't just memorize something immediately in a span of few seconds without using any mnemonics. That's impossible." he argued.

"B-but I can. You can try me. I can also memorize anything that I hear or observe." I smile. "Give me random numbers then I'll repeat them to you."

"You're determined, huh?" he chuckles. "Fine." he sighs. "23, 13, 6, 89, 54... wait, I didn't remember them." he pouts suddenly.

I laughs, "23, 13, 6, 89, 54." I wink.

"That's easy!" he rolls his eyes, "Even Jungkook can memorize that."

I experienced something like this before. They didn't believe me when I said I can memorize everything, as long as they're numbers and letters. Or even anything I just recently heard. However, I can't memorize details of images like photographs and paintings.

I sighed. "If you're still doubting me then give me large numbers. You can write them down so you can remember them as well."

I'm really desperate to help him. By that, maybe I can get closer to him.

He grabbed his phone from the sofa and I think he started to write numbers in his notes. "Okay. 1,279, 4,320, 12,376, 8,347 and 34,195." he reads from his phone. He really gave me large numbers.

"1,279, 4,320, 12,376, 8,347 and 34,195." I continuously said.

He widen his eyes, "Fuck. You're right."

"I told you." I smile.

"I'm sorry I doubted you. I just thought you're kidding." he pouts. "But how is that possible? I thought it's just a myth. And you only not have photographic memory, but also, I don't know what it's called, but you can also remember anything you hear, am I right?"

I nodded, "Some people are amazed by the fact that I have this kind of ability."

He only nodded. "But seriously, Taehyung, you don't have to help me, I can really manage myself."

"I thought you said you trusted me that easily? But I guess, not that much." I smile, "If you need help, don't hesitate to call or text me and I'll get here as soon as possible."

"How can I call or text you if I don't have your number?" he smirks a little and I blush at that.

"O-oh," I scratch the back of my neck, "Give me your phone, then." I offer my hand and he immediately hands his phone to me.

I went to the contacts and inserted my number there and saved it as 'Taehyung ♡' then I gave his phone back. "There you go."

He grabbed his phone and shyly smiled, "Thanks. I'll just text you if I remember."

I made a 'tch' sound, "Tell me your phone number." I told him and he furrowed his forehead.

"Uhm, 02261117779." I just nodded. "Did you remember it?" he asked, tilting his head like a puppy. So cute.

I nodded once again, "Yes, it's actually easy to memorize because it has repeated numbers. Want me to repeat them to you?"

"Sure."

"02261117779."

He smiled widely. "I think you can actually help me here because my memory loss is getting worse."

I looked at him worriedly. He can't lost his memory, no, he couldn't. I flashed a thin smile, "Of course, I will help you. I will often visit you here to check how are you doing."

"I'm really happy that even though we just met a week ago... I guess?" he then furrowed his forehead, "You didn't forget about me."

I nodded, "Of course not, I won't forget you. We're friends now, right?" I grinned.

He giggles. Oh, I love the sound of that. "That's right, we're friends now."

"So, Jiminnie—wait, can I call you Jiminnie?" I asked and he just nodded. I sighed of relief. "Uhm, so, Jiminnie, tell me about this condition of yours and how do you deal with this so I can have a better understanding. One of my cousins also has this kind of condition but I don't know how it feels like."

"Okay." he nods. "So basically, I got diagnosed with short-term memory loss, I don't know when exactly. I usually forget things I recently said, did or heard, or even my thoughts. Opposite to what you can do. And uhm, I kinda have a notebook where I write things I recently did, or things that I need to do. I even have note on my fridge telling me what I have to do first thing in the morning, in particular order, before doing anything else. But sometimes I mix them up." He sighed after.

I startled when he suddenly pulled me from the sofa and dragged me over to the kitchen. He showed me something that's on the fridge.

I chuckled when I saw a sticky note sticking on the fridge door.

do these things first
when you wake up in
the morning (in order)
before you do something else :

1. wash your face and
gargle water (+ take a pee
or shit if needed)
2. cook breakfast
3. eat breakfast of course
(it's VERY important)
+ clean the table after
4. wash the dishes
5. take a bath

I smiled, "Your handwriting is so cute." I saw him blushed. I noticed he blushes easily. "Really, it's cute." He blushes even more.

He's so cute when he blushes.

"Some people make fun of me, even when I was in highschool and college, they would often laugh at me whenever I forget something that all of them absolutely remember, like, when I suddenly stare at nothing to squint and try to remember what I had to remember, they would laugh at me. If that makes sense. I got used to it but sometimes, I can't help but to cry whenever they laugh at me." He sighed, looking down at the floor.

"Jimin, do you trust me?" I said in a serious tone.

He suddenly laughed and lifted his head, "Is that an Aladdin reference?" I just chuckled. "I don't trust anyone that easily, but yeah, I trust you."

I furrowed my forehead. He just said earlier that he trusted me easily but then, he's saying now that he doesn't trust anyone that easily.

Confusedly, I chuckled and held his shoulder, "I promise you, Jiminnie, I'll help you even if you don't need my help." He blushes again.

"Aww, Taehyung," he makes a cute embarrased sound, "you don't actually have to."

"I still will." I raised an eyebrow playfully.

He rolled his eyes, laughing, "Fine. Thank you, Taehyungie!"

"Taehyungie?" I smiled at the nickname. I'm used to that nickname but it's cute when it's from his lips.

He widen his eyes, "Wait, can I call you that?"

"Of course, Jiminnie." I pulled away my hand from his shoulder, "You can always call me that." I pinched his squishy cheeks.
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wikihow to English? xD