"Wow... Jungkook, look!"

I open my eyes to the ocean, and though Jimin and I are still sitting on my old bed, it is now standing on the beach in Busan, giving us a perfect view of the sea.

"No... no, no, no," I whisper, standing up straight like a meerkat. I slap my forehead and try to make us escape this place. "Somewhere else," I groan, "need to hide you somewhere else..."

"Hide me somewhere really buried Jungkook!" Jimin says, tugging at my arm. "A memory you didn't even think still existed!"

I furrow my brows and try my very best, skimming through my childhood in my mind until I find the perfect moment.

December 20th, 1995

"Smash it!"

"Smash it!"

"Smash it!"

My old childhood bullies chanted as they stood around me in a circle.

Nine year old me was crying, sitting on my knees in my Ironman suit as I clutched a large metal hammer in my small hands.

On the ground before me lay a rabbit with a broken paw, squirming around with widened eyes as it was trying to crawl away, but couldn't.

"Do it! Smash it you sissy! If you don't you're a faggot!" One of the kids yelled, stomping his feet against the ground.

"I can't!" I sobbed, my shoulders shaking as I held onto the hammer with trembling hands. "Please don't make me do it!"

"Si-ssy! Si-ssy! Si-ssy! Si-ssy!"

I screwed my eyes shut and brought the hammer down, feeling the small rabbit's bones break under the weight of the hammer-head and squish it's body dead.

All the kids went quiet.

I slammed the hammer again, and again, bringing it down on the rabbit's body on repeat like my arm was on auto-pilot.

Even when the bunny was nothing but a bloody pile of flesh and white fur I kept going, my vision blurred and the act of murder no longer registering.

That was however, until someone grabbed my hand and stopped me.

I slowly look up, and see a boy with a black, asymmetrical haircut smile warmly at me with eyes that look like crescents.

He pulls me to my feet, and I stare at him in awe as I dry my eyes with the sleeve of my Ironman costume.

"I've never seen you with black hair," I mumble, my nose stuffy and my eyes red.

Jimin takes the hammer from my hand and throws it to the ground, before pulling me with him, and away from the crowd of bullies.

The boys all boo at us as we walk away. They throw mean words at us like Nancy, faggot and pansy, but Jimin and I keep walking, hand in hand, side by side, ignoring what they say.

"It's okay," Jimin says, lightly squeezing my sweaty hand. "You were a kid."

I walk with my head hanging low. "You don't think... I'm a psycho?"

"Those bullies are the psychos," Jimin says matter-of-factly, scoffing as though the question was absurd.

"I wish I knew you when I was a kid."

Jimin looks at me, his grin revealing his crooked front tooth that I adored.

"I bet you were even crazier than me," I chuckle, and before I can even think to protect myself, Jimin lunges forward, and tackles me to the ground.

Laughs and giggles fly through the air as we wrestle on the grass field outside my childhood home.

"Hell yeah I was crazy!" Jimin yells, pressing me down by my shoulders and getting close to my face. "Because no one messes with crazy."

I shake with laughter and roar, kicking my legs around though Jimin turned out to be a far better play-fighter at seven years old than I was.

I try my best to get free, but within the blink of an eye, our surroundings change, and we are no longer in that distant memory of my childhood.

We were back in my apartment, in the same positions, but as adults.

March 3rd 2018

I blinked, the sudden change of location fucking with my brain.

My body had become stronger, or Jimin's weaker, as I could now easily push him off my chest and turn him around on his stomach.

I pressed him face first into the couch, and sat on his waist to pin him down.

This was the first time we hooked up...

Being able to dominate him suddenly made me feel a lot more powerful than it used to...

Jimin giggled, wiggling around underneath me, and purposely grinding his butt up against my crotch. "You've defeated me!" he laughed, mischief sheening in his eyes. "What's your next move cowboy?"

I bit my lower lip, tugging at the waistband of Jimin's skinny jeans to expose his plump butt. I spanked him, making him gasp and moan at the same time.

I quickly unbunckled my pants, but before I could even think of slipping my cock inside the squealing boy, Jimin was already gone from underneath me.

I am alone in my apartment.

But not for long...

February, 20th, 2018

I flinch when I find myself kneeling in the snow, wrapped up in my large winter-coat as I look around and realize that I am in Busan.

The beach was covered in snow, and as far as the eye could see, which wasn't all too far because of the heavy fog, there was white.

We used to love visiting the beach, Jimin and I. Busan was one of our favorite getaways because we both loved the idea that we had probably already met each other there before in our childhood. Somewhere on that beach, maybe with a quick glance or a long stare.

We both just always felt it in our souls.

"Dodge!" Jimin yells, and I cringe as an icy cold snowball hits the back of my neck, snowflakes sliding down into my coat and invading the warmth of my body.

I turn around and see my boy, wearing a fluffy white winter hat with ear flaps that made him look like a marshmallow.

"Jimin," I whisper, getting up as quickly as I can to run up to him. Come on, we need to go!"

"No!" Jimin whines, trying to get free when I latch on to his arm. "I don't wanna go Jungkook, look, it's our house!"

I look back and see our abandoned beach house, and though I feel the desire to relive the memory tug at my heartstrings, I know that bringing Jimin to safety right now is more important than anything.

"We can't Jimin, come on!" I yell, but Jimin acts stubborn.

We pull at each other, tackle each other, and I try to drag him with me by his legs as he slides through the snow, but it's already taking too long.

"I don't even know where we're going!" Jimin laughs, kicking his legs around like a stubborn kid.

"Jimin... please..." I pant, pulling at him to simply come along. "It'll be fun where we're going okay?"

I wrap my arms around his waist to carry him away easier, but I am already too late because he is gone again.

I look around on the beach as though he could still be hidden somewhere, and squint though the snow that dwindles from the sky.

"Jimin..." I whisper, running along the beach, nearly tripping as I look around and pray to find him. "Where are you?"

_

"It's really amazing to see you work, Namjoon," Jin says, sitting in a leather chair with stacked legs. He rests his chin on the palm of his hand and stares at the doctor without blinking.

The man had already been working for hours now because their patient kept trailing off the map, but he showed no sign of fatigue as though he were a robot.

Jin has always found that attractive in people. When they have such passion for their work it turned them into their most optimal selves.

"Well... I guess since everything is under control... could I go for a quick break? Taehyung asks, already grabbing his hoodie. "Just to uh, get some air?"

Namjoon sighs and hums. "Go take your required drag of tobacco Tae, just make sure you come back within the hour."

The technician sheepishly scratches his head and nods, glancing at Jin who only has eyes for the doctor. "Alright then... bye."

The door closes behind the technician, and Jin nibbles his lips before he decides to speak. "Do you like quotes, Namjoon?"

The doctor glances at Jin from the corner of his eyes.

"Famous quotes," Jin clarifies. "I like reading them and well, in my reading I've come across a few I thought you might like."

Namjoon clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. "I'd love to hear them," he says softly. "If you don't mind sharing..."

Jin sits up straighter right away and he smiles wildly. "O-Of course! There's one that goes, 'blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders'."

Namjoon nods, a gentle smirk curling up the corners of his lips. "Nietsche," he whispers, his dragon-like eyes crinkling fondly.

Jin chuckles and combs a hand through his platinum blonde hair. "And here I thought I could teach you something you didn't know."

"Oh, no it's a great quote," the doctor says right away, and the blond isn't sure if he's ever heard his heart beat as loudly as it is right now.

"There's another one by Alexander Pope that I really like. It goes, 'How happy is the blameless vestal's lot, the world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned'."

The doctor goes quiet for a moment. He rubs his hand over his face and takes off his glasses. "I haven't heard that one before," he says, taking a deep breath before setting his spectacles back on his nose. "It's... beautiful."

Jin grins from ear to ear, and gets up from his chair to walk over to the doctor. "I really admire your work, Namjoon. I don't mean to be too familiar..."

"It's fine," the doctor murmurs as the blond takes a seat next to him at the dinner-table.

He gulps and rolls his shoulders. "I am happy to hear tha-"

The doctor's glasses drop to the floor when Jin leans in to kiss him, his lips brushing past Namjoon's for only a few, vulnerable, electrifying seconds.

When the blond pulls away, he himself is too stunned to speak.

He gets up, walks back to the reading chair, and drops himself on it like a bag of potatoes.

A defeaning silence falls, and both men let it last for nearly a minute before the blond speaks up.

"I... have loved you for a very long time, Namjoon," Jin says, staring out in front of himself with a lost expression. "I am not usually the type of person to spare someone the knowledge of my feelings for them but- I thought it was for the best this time. You have a wife, and two kids, and a fucking dog, but I love you... I really, really love you. I suppose that you being unreachable to me is just the curse of being part of the five percent."

The blond begins to cry, shielding his face in his hands.

"Oh, Jin..." A husky voice murmurs, and Jin's hands are brought away from his face by the doctor, who is suddenly kneeling before him. "You're so lovely," he whispers, pressing the blond's fingers against his lips. "So, so lovely."

Jin sobs, shaking his head at the doctor's gentle touch. "N-Namjoon you don't have to-"

"You're such a smart man, Jin. Smart and handsome and perfect. Why did you choose that stoner, hm? That waste of space of a guy. Look what he's done to you..."

"Namjoon," Jin squeaks as the doctor dries his eyes with his thumb and pulls him closer by the back of his head. "I love you..."

The man smiles, his dimples winking up at the blond. "I know."

The men fall into each other like magnets, their lips smashing together violently as pent up need and desperation reaches the surface.

They hold each other close and caress each other's faces, and in the emotion of their kiss a volume of passion is spoken that transcends the works of the great poets and thinkers combined.

Jin dares to wonder if this means that the man he's loved for years now, has been loving him all the same this entire time. How foolish he has been for never admitting it before. He would never be so cowardice again.

_

Taehyung rubs his red nose as he watches the man he loves surrender himself to his boss.

He peers through their patient's window and sniffs.

Of course this would happen to him of all people.

Always the same shit.

Is he wearing a sign that says, 'heart available for breaking' or something?

The technician kicks his car and curses himself, looking up when a fancy Rolls-Royce drives into the street and parks right next to his truck.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispers, hiding behind his cardoor when a very riled up woman bursts out of her vehicle.

Her hair is frizzy, and she is still wearing her night-gown as she stomps up to the patient's apartment.

"M-missus Kim," Taehyung stutters, glancing at the window of the patient's apartment that gives a perfect view of Jin and her husband doctor Kim, still making-out like their lives depend on it.

The technician falters into his truck and pounds his fist on the horn to alert the doctor of his incoming wife, but it is already too late.

Mrs. Kim scoffs as she watches the two men pull away from each other with terror-stricken faces the second they notice her.

"I knew it..." she says, shaking her head in defeat. "That piece of shit."

The woman storms back to her car after she has seen enough, and begins to cry the second she gets into the driver's seat.

Doctor Kim and Jin run outside, but Taehyung can already see in the woman's sad, sunken eyes, that she has decided there is no saving her marriage.

"Wait! Wait, Jisoo, please," the doctor pleads as he knocks on the car-window. "It didn't start out like this I came here to work! It was a one-time mistake I promise!"

"It's my fault!" Jin yells. "I basically forced him to do it, I can assure you he isn't like this ma'am!"

The woman slowly picks up her head, and frowns at her husband with pure disgust in her eyes.

She rolls down the car-window and looks him up and down. "Don't be a monster, Namjoon," she says with a frail voice. "Tell him the truth. Just tell him."

Jin glances at Namjoon, and sees the doctor suck in his lips. "T-tell me what?"

Mrs. Kim smiles at the blond, though her eyes are cold as ice. "You can have him," she says, tightening her hands around the wheel and stepping on the gas. "Again."

The woman drives away, and Jin blinks like a mechanical doll as her words ring through his head on repeat.

"Namjoon what- what does she- what did she just-"

The doctor brushes through his slicked back hairstyle, a few strands of dark locks escaping and falling before his eyes. "We... we dated, you and I," he says finally, hopelessly staring out in front of himself. "Back in college we were together, but I ended it because- because people would accept me better if I wasn't... you know... if I wasn't p-part of the five percent."

The usually calm doctor, began to fall apart.

"Everyone told me it would be better this way! My professors, my family, my friends... they said I'd be more credible with a wife and a family, and you... you loved me enough to agree with them! You erased me, so I could be the great man you always thought I was meant to be. We parted ways, until you came to my clinic looking for a job and... I couldn't just refuse you."

Jin stumbles backwards as it feels like the world suddenly shifts out of balance.

"Jin," Namjoon whispers, walking toward the man though Jin holds out his hands and makes him stay back.

"N-no..." he stutters. "Don't - come any closer."

"I'm sorry," the doctor says, tears building in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jinnie..."

The blond wraps his arms around his torso, a shudder taking him by surprise before he abruptly turns around and begins to walk away.

He hears the doctor call him and beg him to stay, but the man's voice is muffled in Jin's brain.

Erasing someone from one's mind isn't a blessing, the blond realises for the first time, his stomach twisting and turning with disgust.

It is one of the greatest crimes against nature one can possibly commit.