Milk Carton Boys

Jimin woke up from his comfy couch to the smell of waffles.

Jungkook was up early, that was evident from the noise of coffee mugs clanking and shuffling feet Jimin had been trying to tune out for the past hour, but food Jimin simply couldn't ignore. It was funny though to pop up his head to the sight of Jeon Jungkook baking while dressed in a full suit.

It was a slimming grey color that hugged at his waist, drawing attention to his wide shoulders and the navy button up he had on underneath. The top buttons were undone, showing off his chest and the fabric still flowy despite being weighed down by the suit jacket. His hair too was done today, the slight wave of his curls brushed through. Jungkook's hair had gotten so much longer, Jimin noticed. Fuller, too. The dark locks like a crown on his head.

"Work." Jungkook answered Jimin's questioning assessment.

"What do you do again?" Jimin asked and Jungkook grinned. It was small, sly on his lips and something dangerous danced in his eyes like a cat toying with its prey.

"Information Gathering and Analysis." He answered, flipping over the waffle maker before checking his watch. That amusing smile still toying at his lips. "Come eat before it gets cold. I'm going to be gone for most of the day, I have a handful of business I need to take care of. But I'll be back by tonight. The tv is already logged into Netflix if you want to watch, just don't leave this apartment before I come back. Since you don't have your full memory, I don't want you getting lost."

"You made me waffles." Jimin noted out loud as he finally left his sanctuary of cushions and walked over to where a plate full of them sat in front of him. Jungkook just shrugged, checking his watch again and something in Jimin's chest warmed. 

Jungkook didn't look at him with any expectation - he simply made breakfast because he wanted to. Because they were friends. The air that Jimin might disappoint Jungkook with the wrong glance or wrong reaction was gone which was probably something Jimin's own insecurity provoked in the first place. But still.

It was nice.

"Want to watch a movie tonight?" Jimin asked and Jungkook smiled. It looked sharper against the suit and Jimin glanced where a couple buttons had been left undone by his neck.

Jimin rolled his eyes at the shirt and Jungkook's brows shot up before he noticed what Jimin was looking at and laughed.

"I think it makes me look more intimidating. Leaving them unbuttoned."

"To who? Strippers?"

"Maybe. Who says a stripper can't also be a businessman?" Jungkook teased as he took out a bowl of fresh cut strawberries and poured them over Jimin's waffles. He grabbed the powdered sugar and set it next to his plate as well. "We can be many things. Maybe you were an ax murder in those memories you don't remember - or a mafia boss."

Jimin just grinned at that - Jungkook can joke about it now. The amnesia.

"I'd rather learn I was cast for a twilight movie."

Jungkook shook his head. "Strange choice but I respect it."

Jungkook washed his hands before reaching for a black duffle bag near his feet and walking over to the front door. "A movie tonight sounds great; I'll try to be back before midnight. There's pasta in the fridge and those sugar cookies you like in the pantry if you get hungry. Just remember not to leave the apartment before I get back."

Jimin took a bite of the waffle as he nodded and nearly cried - it tasted like honey and joy and everything good in life in one bite. Was that lavender syrup in there? Jungkook beamed at Jimin's reaction before his phone started going off. He threw Jimin an apologetic look and Jimin waved as his friend left for wherever the fuck that suit was meant for.

Can't believe I was engaged to Finance Bro.

Jimin snorted, maybe Jungkook was part of some evil business cult. Min Yoongi certainly could be with that "I once killed somebody with just my thumb" look of his.

But that would be as ridiculous as hitting your head and losing six years off your life.

* * *

Jimin lasted about two hours before finding himself back at Jungkook's room door. He was bored and wanted to snoop again - but it didn't feel as terrifying this time to push the door open. It wasn't some scary place laced with traps in every corner. It was just a room that belonged to his friend and that once had belonged to him too.

So Jimin pushed his way inside and something in his chest bloomed with recognition, though no memories came with the comforting feeling. He headed for the closet, curious about that grey box he'd found the week before. It wasn't hard to find and pull out, but it was surprisingly heavier than it looked.

Jimin carried it over in his little arms all the way back to his fortress of blankets and pillows on the living room couch. He had the uncanny feeling that the contents inside belonged to him in the first place.

He plopped the box down and snuggled into the softest of the blankets - it had little pumpkins all over it - and turned on The Great British Baking show on the TV which was by far one of mankind's best creations on this Earth. Everything that was joy and good in the world came from those British bakers stressing over proving bread. War? Crime? Sorry. They don't exist when it comes to baking in a hot ass tent.

He started the new season, pretending not to cringe through the cheesy intro, and started to swift through the contents of the box. First, he took out some jacket that had a hole ripped through the sleeve. Then a golden masquerade mask that made him frown. It was soft in his fingertips and the strings delicate. He glanced back at the box wondering if maybe he'd found Jungkook's kink drawer.

Jimin put the mascaraed mask to the side and was a bit more cautious to take out the next thing: a stack of papers.

Jimin frowned.

That was his face printed on the first sheet.

No. That was his face. His name. His address and his parents phone numbers printed. All under a large "MISSING REPORT" from Busan's Police Station.

Jimin threw the papers away like they were on fire. In fact, his skin felt like it was blazing. His lungs coughing ash as he struggled to breathe while he read and reread the missing report. His missing report. It dated six years back - right around when he had first met Jungkook.

Heart racing he ran to the kitchen and pulled out the drawer where his phone was hidden. He didn't think twice before calling his dad.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

"The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

"No, no, no, come on." Jimin heaved, trying his mom's number only to get the same response. His brother's was identical too.

Jimin started heaving, looking around the now cold apartment. How did he get here? What happened in the last six years? Did he actually recognize parts of it or had he just tricked himself to believe he knew this apartment? Knew Jungkook?

Taking off his phone case with his hands shaking he pulled out the little slip of paper that had the phone number of the one person he could trust. Someone with answers. Someone he knew.

The phone rang once before Kim Taehyung answered.

"Park Jimin. It's about time you called." 

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A/N:
Twists twists twists

WHO HAS WATCHED BRIDGERTON S2?? I can't get over it. It's so good I literally have seen it twice. THE LONGING STARES?? THE HANDS?? THE PINKY?? THE WATER SCENE?? Love love love

-Vio