Taehyung's Point of View.

I went back to my apartment to get Jimin's strawberry cake from my refrigerator. After that, I run back to his apartment and when I enter, I saw him sitting on the floor in an indian seat, soft crying.

I put the box of cake on the center table and approach him. "Hey, Jiminnie, what happened?"

"I thought you left me. I was talking in the kitchen, thinking you were there, but turned out I was only talking to myself." he whines.

"Jimin, I told you I was gonna get your cake, don't you remember?" I chuckle.

I think he realized that as he sighs heavily. "Stupid me."

"Come on, get up now. I'm here." I offer my hand and he immediately grabs it and uses it as guide to lift himself up. Then I grab the box of cake and smile at him, "Now, where do you want me to put this?"

"Just put it on the dining table. And then help me in the kitchen." he pokes my cheek before walking towards the kitchen.

I cup my cheek with my free hand and softly giggle to myself. Jimin, what are you doing to me? My heart can't take it.

I obeyed him and put down the box of cake on the dining table and then go to the kitchen.

"Hey, what should I do to help you?" I ask, moving my eyes through the surroundings.

"Do you know how to cook?"

I stop and slowly, dramatically look at him. "Not really." I shake my head.

"How do you live in your apartment if you don't know how to cook?" he asks softly.

I pout, "I usually buy instant food, or sometimes I order online. But I do know how to cook bacon."

"Bacon only?" he raises an eyebrow.

"And egg."

"And egg?"

"And uhm, instant noodles?" I laugh in embarrassment.

"How about ramen?"

"No."

He sighs heavily. "Nevermind. You can just watch me cook."

"But I want to help." I pout again.

"Ah, I know what you can do—" he was interrupted when his phone goes off. He grabs his phone from the counter. I can see the name in the caller ID. It reads: Namjoon hyung.

Namjoon?

Kim Namjoon?

He accepts the call and put his phone on his right ear. "Hello? Who's this? What do you mean you're on your way? What?"

I crease my forehead while watching him. My heart suddenly beats fast due to nervousness.

"You're what? It's only..." he brings his phone in front of his face to, I assume, look at the time. "It's only almost 12 noon. Okay, fine. Bye!" He ended the call and puts back his phone on the counter.

"Who's... that?" I ask. Nervousness still sucks in.

"He said his name is Namjoon and they're on their way." he frowns and shrugs his shoulders.

"Namjoon? You mean, Kim Namjoon?"

"I think. Why? He said he's my friend. Do you know him?"

I lean on the counter and purse my lips. "Well, apparently, yes. He's the husband of my stepbrother."

"You have a stepbrother?" he asks in shock.

"Yeah, I never told you." I flash a thin smile. "You know what, we—I mean, you should get started."

"What was I'm saying before he called?"

"Oh! You said you know what I can do."

"Ah!" he exclaims, like he found an answer to an exam. "Oh yes... but what is it? What is it that you can do?" he furrows his eyebrows and I just sigh.

"I don't know. You said you know."

"But I don't know. I forgot." he pouts.

I massage the bridge of my nose. "Maybe I could prepare and set the dining table. Yoongi hyung and Hoseok hyung will come here as well."

"What?" he almost yell, "Who are they? And why are they coming?"

I laugh, "We invited them to come on your birthday."

"Why?"

I sigh heavily. Be patience, Kim Taehyung. Everything will be back tomorrow. "Well, Yoongi hyung is my friend, and yesterday, when we were at a food court, we met him and his friend Hoseok hyung. Then I said we should invite them and you agreed. So, that's why."

He slowly nods, as if finally realizing it, "Okay. You go ahead and set the table then I'll start cooking."

"Okay!"

Suddenly, there's knock on the door. "I'll get it." I said and walk towards the doorway.

Please don't be Namjoon.

I turn the doorknob then pull the door. A familiar guy is standing outside with a bunny smile on his face. I sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it's just Jungkook.

"Oh! Hello, Taehyung hyung. Is Jimin hyung there?" I just nod. "Ah, thank you. Can I come in?"

"Sure." I move to the side to let him come in the apartment, then I close the door.

"Thank you, Hyung. Here's a gift for him, by the way." he lifts a paper bag with a logo of 'YSL' on it.

"Just put it on the center table. And help me set the dining table."

He eagerly nods and immediately puts down the gift on the table. He stands up and follows me to the kitchen.

"Oh hey, who are you?" Jimin asks Jungkook confusedly. "Taehyung, why did you let a stranger in?"

"Jungkook's not a stranger. He's your friend and also, apartment neighbour." I told him.

"Ah, really?" he's still frowning. "Fine, whatever. You two set the table, okay?"

"Why doesn't he remember me?" Jungkook asks and I pull him out of the kitchen.

Should I tell him? "Well, you're aware that he has a short-term memory loss, aren't you?" I whisper.

"I am." he whispers back, "And why are we whispering?"

I just chuckle to his question. "Every year on the day of his birthday, his memory resets."

"Gosh, really? I don't know that! Poor Jimin hyung." he pouts.

"Yeah, but don't worry, it'll come back tomorrow."

He hums, nodding, "Why did you know all of these?"

"He told me yesterday."

"Ah! Makes sense." he laughs. "Let's go set the dining table now."

"Okay."

But before we even enter the kitchen, there's a knock on the door again.

"I'll get it! I'll get it!" Jungkook runs over to the door and excitedly open it.

I gasp when I saw them. Fuck. Why are they here?

"Oh hey, Jungkook! You didn't wait for us." Namjoon said and ruffles the kid's hair. "Where's Jimin?"

"He's in the kitchen." the kid replies.

I sigh heavily and walk inside the kitchen. I went to the plate dispenser and grab a total of 7 plates. Jimin has so many plates even though he lives alone.

After that, I also grab some spoons and forks. Jimin has only two pairs of chopsticks so I didn't even bother to get them. Unless, he wants to use them.

Jimin is currently stirring the soup from the casserole. He's so quick.

"Hey, Jimin!" He made a sound as he looks at me. "Namjoon's here already." I announce. He just nods and continues to stir on the soup. "Okay, I'll go set the table."

When I exit the kitchen, Jungkook was running towards me and grabs the plates from me. "I'll get it! I'll get it!"

Jungkook starts to set the table and put the plates around. Jimin's table is surprisingly big, despite living alone. I think it could be suitable for 6 to 9 persons. Jungkook then grabs the spoons and forks from my hand and puts a pair on each plates.

"Hyung, why are there seven plates?" he asks after setting the table.

"Oh, there are another two friends that will visit." I simply reply.

"Ah, really?" he smiles widely, "Yey! Jimin hyung has many friends. I thought it'd only be me, Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung." I just nod.

"Taehyung?" I suddenly turn to the person who called me. It's Seokjin hyung, my stepbrother. "I didn't know you live with Jimin."

"I don't." How I wish I did.

"I haven't seen you for a long time! How have you been?" He's acting as if he did nothing from the past.

I chuckle, "Why are you so concern about me?"

"Taehyung, I'm your brother."

"Stepbrother." I emphasized the word 'step' and roll my eyes. "Well, I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

"Taehyung, please?"

"Seokjin hyung, just let him be. We don't wanna ruin this day." Thank you so much, Kim Namjoon.

"Taehyung-ah, can you come here?" I heard Jimin's voice calling for me from the kitchen.

"Yes, coming!" I run to the kitchen and meet him, "What is it?"

"Ah, fuck, I forgot what I'm going to say." I flash a poker face.

Jungkook suddenly enters the kitchen, "Seokjin hyung said he wants to help cooking."

"Yes, please, thank you so much!" Jimin exclaims.

Seokjin hyung enters the kitchen and approaches Jimin. "Happy birthday! Let me help you."

"Thank you." Jimin gives him the ladle he's holding and walks towards me. "Actually, who's he?" he whispers, so soft and low that I think I'm the only one that can hear it.

"He's my stepbrother."

"What?" he reacts in shock. I just laugh and ruffle his hair.

"Cute."
-

A/N

another filler :(( sabi ko nga babawi ako eh, pero well, guess not xD next chapter talaga, promise :D