They Only Warn You About Blonds

Jimin's ass bounced from the little bumps in the road as he sat in the passenger seat of Jungkook's fancy black car. The chair was heated and the music wirelessly connected to Jungkook's phone - even the air conditioner smelled bougie. Jimin tried to keep the shock from his broke face as he stared out the window, watching the trees blur in front of the Han River.

Seoul was so big. Busan, his hometown, was large in the way that buildings sprawled from one another. Restaurants owned their own section of the beach and while a city, the buildings held closer to the ground as to not obscure the sky. A part of him felt a sense of release as they drove away from Seoul's towering buildings and shiny sites - and a foreign part of him ached to leave it.

Most reactions felt strange to him. Like when Jungkook offered to drive Jimin and him a little out of Seoul to some beach town, both Jimin and Yoongi gave a weird look. Though Jimin couldn't place why he felt uneasy about leaving Seoul and Yoongi didn't offer any helpful explanation other than a grunt when Jungkook suggested that the random beach town could spark some memories for Jimin.

Yoongi, in fact, had been weird about a lot of things. Jimin tried not to be too obvious when he eavesdropped on the mens' conversation the other night - if pressing his entire body into the door dividing them and Jungkook's apartment was somehow stealthy in any way.

"How bad is it?" He could remember Jungkook asking. The voice raspy - that cool, cocky tilt gone from his words. He sounded young, then. As young as Jimin felt.

"His last memory was freshman year of college." Yoongi answered matter of factly. It would have been cold coming from anyone else, but Jimin sensed an understanding and trust between the two that only years could nurture. Jimin's own memories brushed against a freshmen Jungkook and his pale friend, but there wasn't much more than that. "But I know what you're asking. No, he doesn't remember him or SADA."

There was silence after that - to the point where Jimin thought maybe he'd gone deaf - before he heard Yoongi add, with and actual softness to his voice, "We should keep it that way. It could be a disaster. On so many levels, Jungkook. If he knew what happened with them."

"I know that." Jungkook answered after another moment. "I know." He repeated as if Yoongi had given him a look.

Jimin hadn't stayed to listen for more after that. There was a rawness to Jungkook's voice, a sternness mixed with fear that caused Jimin's face to pale and a small pang of guilt to ring through his chest. So he had left the door to go curl his knees into his chest on the crazy fiber count couch. He had sunk into it and the soft texture under his hands brought the ghost emotions of both worry and ecstasy up his throat. He didn't know what those feelings were supposed to mean, there was no memory associated with them, just a feeling of being pressed into the cushion of this couch.

He immediately sat up at that - suddenly thankful Jungkook and Yoongi were out of the room so they couldn't see how red his face had got.

And now Jimin was in a car, heading to Jungkook's suggested beach town, as if that was just the most logical next step to do when you wake up in a stranger's house six years in the future. Jimin thought about calling his dad, wanting to hear his voice, but despite having the time to ask for his phone, a part of him hesitated. If Jimin developed this whole new life in six years, apparently leaving the college his dad had fought so hard and practically betted his marriage for, he wasn't sure if present day his dad would want to hear Jimin's voice.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook asked, as if waking up from his own thoughts. Those heavy, golden streaked eyes flicking Jimin's way. The bits of gold made Jimin's skin warm just as clouds parting to reveal the sun would have. He turned his head back towards the window, swallowing the warmth away.

"It's just weird, that's all. My memories are all up to those first weeks of college. But this body, this life, it's years after. A lifetime."

"They'll come back, the memories." Jungkook said, his voice hopeful and warm. Jimin wanted to rip that hope right out of Jungkook's chest - but he quickly blinked that thought away as fast as it had come up. It wasn't Jungkook's fault Jimin didn't remember him; it wasn't his fault either that Jungkook wanted something Jimin couldn't give, either. For Jungkook, they were engaged. Something Jimin had done his best not to give too much thought after Yoongi informed him.

What if they don't? Jimin wanted to ask, but then the navigation blipped up another image of their final exit and Jimin prepared himself for the onslaught of swears about to leave Jungkook's mouth as he weaved through the 'suburban grandmas too old to recognize a road if it hit them in the face' instead.

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A/N:
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~ Violette