Yoongi's POV-

I'm more nervous now than I was on the night of our date.

Kook is going to be here in an hour and I haven't slept at all. I've been walking circles around my apartment trying to play out in my mind how today is going to go.

Yeol, Taehyung and I have decided that I am going to try to start subtly introducing things to him that he can connect with me and the memories he thinks are with Taehyung.

I always thought of myself as a patient person, but I already know that waiting for him to remember who I am, who we were to each other, is going to push me to my mental limits.

I wish he would just wake up and remember me. Better yet, I wish he would wake up and remember me as well as what happened that day so we can go to the police and get some kind of justice, but it's not up to me.

I continue to pace before sitting down at my piano to pluck out a few chords before standing up to continue pacing. I felt like I was going to go insane until I remembered I do have something I can actually do that will keep my mind busy.

I still need to pack up Irene's things. So with that in mind I rushed to my room, slid her remaining suitcase and bags out from under my bed and proceeded to walk around my bedroom, bathroom and closet, throwing whatever was hers into one of the pieces of luggage.

She didn't actually live here, we've never lived together, but you would think she did with all the shit she had here.

I'm certain that she purchased two of all the things she kept at her place so that she wouldn't have to worry about not having it here.

She would sleep here almost every night unless she had to work late as her place is closer to her company then mine, but other than that she was always here.

As I'm going through the things in the bathroom I grab the few expensive looking perfume bottle that were by the sink before walking them out to the bedroom, tossing them into the suitcase.

I hear the glass clink together harshly and I'm guessing one of the bottles at least cracked at the impact which would mean that it is now seeping from the bottle onto the few shirts and hoodies underneath lying below it.

If they were my things I'd be concerned, but in this case I'm not going to investigate it. She's lucky that I'm even packing this shit up.

I begin to chuckle as I remember the two separate occasions where she did the classic bitter ex girlfriend thing and burned my clothes.

Not on a front lawn like they sometimes portray it in movies and TV, but in the trash incinerator in her apartment building at the time.

I have half a mind to do the same and dump her stuff down the trash chute but I think I've talked myself out of it.

It just seems like a lot of effort, walking all this shit around the building to where the chute is for such a petty thing. I just don't care that much. I'm putting too much effort into this as it is.

As I make my way into the guest room that she used as an extension of my closet for the larger majority of her things like clothes and shoes, I hear a knock on the door.

I drop the bag in my hand in the middle of the hallway and rush to my bedroom door to look at the digital clock on my bedside table.

"Fuck, they're early!" I say under my breath when I see the time before I turn back to go down the hallway, kicking the bags out of the way as I pass them to get to the door.

When I get the door open I see an anxious looking Kook and a lazily smiling Taehyung. They both look tired.

"Hey, sorry we're a bit early but he didn't sleep very well and has been awake and bored for a few hours so we thought I might as well get to the school early. I did try to call you before we came but you might have been asleep."

Before I can assure him I've been awake as well Kook speaks up. "I'm sorry if you were asleep. I can wait out here or sit in the living room or something if you want a few more hours to rest." He says with an apologetic expression.

I feel my heart swell in my chest at his angelic face as I smile at him. "Thats not necessary. I apologize, I have been away from my phone- actually I don't even know where I left it, but you can come in. I've been awake for a while."

I say as I step to the side for them to walk in. Kook takes the few steps through the door but Taehyung remains in the hallway. We both look at him a bit confused at his lack of movement.

"I am going to go to the library and study before class, so I'm going to head out now."

He turns to Kook. "I will be done with classes around noon so I'll be back by one. Be nice to Yoongi and I'll see you later."

"He better be nice to me." I hear Kook grumble as he drops the backpack he had been holding onto the floor inside the door before walking back to Taehyung.

To Taehyung's surprise and my horror, he wraps his arms around Taehyung and places a kiss on his lips. I feel my blood begin to boil at the sight but I try to take a few breaths to calm down.

Before deep breathing has a chance to work it's magic I hear Kook say, "I love you Tae. I'll see you when you get back."

I immediately avert my eyes before closing them tightly. I start to feel light headed and can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears.

It's not Taehyung's fault and it's not Kook's fault either, but right now I'm finding it difficult to not hate Taehyung. I want nothing more than to push him away from Kook and throw him out a window.

I look back up when I hear Taehyung stutter out, "Have a good day" before he pulls the door shut.

Kook turns to me with a sad pout on his face as he looks at the ground. When he brings his eyes up to meet mine he has a heartbroken look in them as he says something that truly breaks my heart.

"He hardly ever says he loves me back. I don't understand what I could have done wrong."

He lets out a heavy sigh as he removes his shoes and picks his bag up off the ground and looks back at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. It's much too early for me to be so emotional. I just get sad. And angry. I didn't mean for what happened to have happened. It just... did."

Before I can fully think about what I'm saying I ask, "Do you remember that day?"

He shakes his head slowly before he furrows his brow slightly. "Actually, I do remember something. A man carried me. I don't think it was Tae because I don't think he could, but this man picked me up."

I stare at him dumbfounded.

A man carried him? A MAN CARRIED HIM?! Questions start rushing into my mind as I digest his words.

Did he carry him to the bathroom? Was it the man who actually kicked in the door? Could it have been Hyuk?

All of these questions I'm dying to have answered but the only person that can answer them even partially doesn't remember any details.

I gulp down the lump in my throat as I change the subject. "A-are you hungry? Would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes please!" He says as he rushes past me to the kitchen.

I turn slowly in the direction he rushes off in to follow him before he pokes his head around the corner to look at me.

"Do you know how to make pancakes?"

"Yes I do but whether I have the ingredients for pancakes or not is the real question." I chuckle as I try to lighten the tension that's built up in my chest.

I was not expecting him to come out with such a significant memory of that day. It makes me hopeful that he is starting to remember possibly more significant details.

Maybe he will remember who that man was, or if anyone else was there... or who I am.

...

I didn't end up having the ingredients to make pancakes, much to Kook's disappointment.  While looking through my cabinets, he decided I had quite a few gaps in my food supply and was kind enough to make me a grocery list.

We ended up using what I did have in the fridge to instead have fried eggs and steak for breakfast, which neither of us considered too bad of an alternative to the previously requested pancakes.

We stood side by side in the kitchen as he cooked the eggs and I the steak and once the food was done we moved to the table where we had light conversion and teased each other a little.

When we were finished eating and were back in the kitchen cleaning up our plates and doing the dishes I noticed that Kook glanced over at the piano once or twice.

After the dishes were done he moved towards the living room and stood in front of the window. The sky was a bright blue today and it was gorgeous out. It was around ten o'clock at this time.

I saw him let out a yawn and I was going to suggest he get some rest when I remembered what was said the other night about his phobia of falling asleep. I thought it be best if I not talk about it and instead help him become tired enough to sleep.

I watched his every movement as he yawned once more he made his way over to the couch and made himself comfortable.

I was trying to think if there were some movies we could watch, but we'd have to watch in my room and didn't know if he would be Okay with that.

Or I had the idea that he could go into his old room with my laptop, but it sounds like he doesn't like to be alone when he's asleep (or at least not when he wakes up) so his comfort with me being there still comes into question.

He had his head rested on the arm of the couch as I stare at him, still debating in my mind what the best way would be to help him get some sleep when his tired eyes meet mine.

"Yooni?" He calls out sleepily.

My heart stops at the nickname and I almost begin to tear up. Oh how I have longed to hear him say the name again.

Did he mean to say that or was it a tired accident?

I give him an adoring smile. "Yes Kook?"

He yawns again before pointing to the piano. "Do you think you could play me a song?"

"Of course. Anything for you."

I move towards the piano and take a seat. As I lift the cover to expose the keys he speaks again.

"Do you mean that?"

"Mean what?" I turn to my head to him with an eyebrow raised. "Anything for you?"

He nods.

"Absolutely. You meant and mean a great deal to me. I would do anything for you."

He nods with a large lazy smile as I begin to play "So Far Away" for him, just as I did before.

I am looking out the window to my right at the city outside before I settle them back on the beautiful man laying on my couch. He is watching me closely as I play softly.

"You're very attractive. I think all of the people I've met that were my friends are attractive. It makes me wonder why they were ever friends with me." He comments as his heavy lids begin to become hard for him to keep open.

"They are handsome but you are the prettiest..." He trails off as he falls asleep.

As soon as Taehyung had said he had trouble swelling las night, I was hoping I could get him to do so today, so I am very happy that sight.

I stand up from the piano as quietly as I can and draw the curtains partially closed as to not let quite so much light in.

I then go to my studio to get my soft quilt then come back to drape it over him. I crouch down in order to pull the blanket up to cover him and I can't help but admire his features.

He has rather deep bags under his eyes and the blue tinting is a stark contrast to his normally even vanilla complexion.

I'm just about to stand up when I hear him whisper in a delicate, tired tone, "Thank you for always taking care of me."

Before I can stop myself, the words reflexively come out of my mouth.

"I love you Kook."

My eyes widen as I press my lips together tightly in a line. Why did I say that?! That was so stupid I probably just-

"I love you too Yooni."