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TAEHYUNG POV

As soon as I enter the dorms Jungkook and Jin are standing in the small hallway, their eyes wide, telling me something is wrong.
I drop the bag on my shoulder on the floor, looking at them with a suspicious expression on my face.

What are they up to?

"Welcome back Tae. Thank you guys. How was your trip Tae? Good, thanks!" I say sarcastically and look at them, my hands signaling for them to say something instead of just staring at me like I'm some animal in the zoo.

Jungkook gulps, making a sound the entire dorm would be able to hear, before his eyes search for Jin's.

Jin shifts on the spot, taking ahold of his bottom lip, nibbling at it slightly.

"Jia needs you. Something is wrong."

My brows furrow as the words leave Jin's mouth and my throat turns dry immediately.
I remove my coat in an instant, leaving on my shoes, to which Jin has the audacity to frown at — getting a death-glare back from me.

"Where is she?" I question, already in the other end of the hallway, my head searching the rooms with open doors in the slim dorm.

"In her room." Jungkooks croaks, his shoulders slumping down.

I only nod and quickly ruffle my weary face with my bare hands, worried sick about what is wrong with Jia.

As I turn around the corner, I bump into Yoongi who's on his way into the small office space, that's supposed to be a studio.

"Hyung—"

He barely spares me a glance as he push his way past me, his shoulder crashing with mine. I grab my now soar shoulder, wincing a little. He smacks the door to the studio shut and before I know it, music is playing out loud from the room.

I sigh, shaking my head at his shifting mood swings before continuing my way to Jia's room.

My hand stops in its track as I'm about to knock on the door. I hear low sobs coming from the room and before thinking I pull open the door, making Jia jump.
My eyes narrows and I'm quick to rush to the bed, the dark sheets swallowing her small, fragile frame.

I sit on the bed and take her into my arms, her head placed my lap. Her dark strands of hair splayed out on my thighs, as I brush the soft locks with my hands.

"Jia, calm down. What happened?" I ask, my voice cracking a little as I can't stand seeing her so broken.
I've never seen her like this before.

"My f—father."

I close my eyes in thought for a swift moment, the storm in my head roaring.

What does she mean?

"What about him, Jia?" I hush her as I keep stroking her head gently. My heart breaks a little as she lets out a weary sob, her shoulders shaking.

"I saw him. H-here. He's here, Tae."

I hold my breath as it all clicks. Her father isn't dead — not here. Not in 2013.

I bite my lip in frustration, the words getting caught in my throat as I don't know what to say that could possibly ease her mind. This is fucked up.

My jaw clenches as I breathe out.

"Jia, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't believe this." I sigh, my grasp tightening on the girl in my arms.

Her breathing is more stable now, only small sniffles leaving her as she stares into the room.

"Yoongi said he was in love with me."

My eyes widens as she speaks, and I find my body freezing, the strokes on Jia's head stopping. He confessed?
I lick my lips and continue stroking the top of her head, my mind wandering back to Yoongi's attitude towards me.

"That's great. Was he happy?" I question, having a feeling where this is going.

"I told him I didn't feel the same way."

I close my eyes, my mind picturing how pained Yoongi looked as we met in the hallway. I purse my lips, swallowing thickly. I shake my head in disbelief, feeling myself getting impatient.

"Why did you tell him that? I've seen you with him. You always look so happy."

She swallows, silent tears leaving her eyes, making her cheeks wet. I turn her face to mine, my thumb gently drying away the shining droplets of water from her porcelain skin.

"I am. I am happy with him. I'm in love with him for fucks sake!" Jia lets out, causing my face to halter hearing how broken she really is.

As she speaks again, my heart stops beating in my chest.

"And that's why I have to go now, Tae."

I push my tongue to my cheek.

"Stop saying things like that, Jia." My voice is more harsh than intended.

I watch my best friend raise herself from my lap as she takes my hands in hers. Mine swallows her smaller ones, and I look into her eyes that tells me everything.

She's leaving me again.

"Please Jia—" I try, but before I know it, the broken girl is now the one comforting me as she leads her hand to my hair and pat it before smiling a little.

"I'm sorry. My time is up here." She says, rolling her lips together. "I can't stay here, my past is catching up on me — my father is here and I can't bare seeing him again. It almost broke me."

The words gets caught in my throat and a single tear finds its way down my expressionless face.

"I'll help you." I finally let out, sighing as I squeeze Jia's hands gently.

She reaches for me, and pull me into her arms. We sit there for a few minutes, holding each other tight — in silence. I breathe in her fruity scent, the softness of her dark hair, the smoothness of her skin.

As she pulls away, she bites her bottom lip and close her eyes.

"I hate to ask you this Tae, but— can you get ahold of the clock somehow?"

My mouth is agape, finally realizing that Yoongi is wearing the watch around his wrist, almost never taking it off. My heart aches, knowing how heartbroken Yoongi is now as he locked himself inside the studio. Probably not coming out for the next week or so.

"I'll get it." Is the only thing I say before I stand up from the soft bed, my body leaving an imprint on the wrinkly sheets.

Jia looks at me and nod slowly before I leave the room, my thoughts only focusing on one thing.

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Late that night I experience dejavu, the feeling of something happening over again, something I've experienced before. Everything is way too familiar.

Jia is across from me in the bed, our breaths almost mingling together as we're looking at each other, our hands firmly locked.

Yoongi burrowed me the watch without much thought, his dead eyes entirely on the computer in the studio.

The open sketch book is now between us, flipped open to a random sketch, this time one of Jia's already colored ones - Jimin with bright-pink hair in a suit, the watch on top of it. I can't help giggling as I see his hair color, the vivid pink looking ridiculous.

"He's getting that hair color?" I snort.

Jia chuckles lightly. "Yes, and it's so gorgeous. Would you believe me if I said you'll get blue hair?"

I shake my head in disbelief, a small smile erupting on my lips.

Lying here once again I start to wonder. What is real and what isn't? Is Jia even real? Will she always remember me, like I remember her?

I sigh before swallowing. Jia tightens her grip on my hands, her eyes smiling at me.

"Will you remember me Tae?"

I scoff softly, no doubt in my voice.
"I'll always remember you. Always. Even if the others won't. I'll remember you."

Jia closes her eyes a smile on her lips, and I watch her intensely. Her soft features soon accompanied by her soft breathing, indicating she fell asleep. I sigh, the churning in my stomach telling me I should let her go.

But I can't.

I can't make Yoongi forget her. I have to keep her in the back of his mind, I have to tell him. I have to tell him everything. Maybe then he'll remember her.

I take my other hand and ruffle my face, biting my nails in deep thought.

And before I know it I do exactly what I did back in 2010.

A pen firmly in-between my sweaty fingers, my breath hitching as I lead it onto the drawing displayed between us. I stop in my tracks, the guilt eating me up — and I close my eyes, tears pricking at the corners of them.

"I'm so sorry Jia." I whisper.

... Before deciding what year I will be seeing the sleeping girl once again.

My sight blurs as I press down the black ink to the paper alongside a few tears, just like last time.

Only this time the year is different.

2017

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hi guys!
i'm back with an update for this story. hope you liked the twist at the end — what do you think about tae messing with the past? and do you think yoongi and the other boys will remember anything? if they meet again .... 🤭

AND i just published a new story — it's a JK/BTS social media story called 'rose & knife'.

i hope you will check it out. it's a new style for me, but i'm fond of it so far. hope to see you there as well <333

thanks for the support —

see you in the next update loves! 💓