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Summary:

Namjoon was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when Jungkook bent down and—

Soft lips pressed against his.

A kiss.

Namjoon froze.

Jungkook didn’t.

Instead, Jungkook pulled back with an affectionate glance before heading toward the door, casually calling out, “Jiminie, hurry up! You promised!” as he disappeared down the hall.

Namjoon remained motionless, heart hammering against his ribs.

Jungkook had kissed him.

Not a dream. Not an accident.

And the strangest part? Jungkook hadn’t reacted as if it was unusual at all.

What the hell was going on?

*

Namjoon wakes up in the wrong time, in the blink of an eye HE'S the maknae
(The time travel AU nobody asked for - I just love this pair and I can't help myself.)

Notes:

The time travel is NOT complex so don't think about it too much lol - Just enjoy

Chapter 1: Out of Time

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The warmth pressed against Namjoon was familiar.

 

Jungkook had a habit of sneaking into his bed on particularly stormy nights, or when nightmares clawed at his subconscious.

 

It wasn’t odd, but something about today felt... different.

 

Namjoon hummed, barely cracking his eyes open before tightening his arm around Jungkook’s waist.

 

The younger let out a soft sound—content, happy even—and shifted slightly.

 

"Hi, Joonie," Jungkook murmured, turning onto his back to meet Namjoon's gaze. His voice was thick with sleep, and his eyes crinkled with a lazy smile.

 

Namjoon blinked, processing the name.

 

“Did you have a nightmare last night?” Namjoon asked quietly, voice rough from sleep.

 

Jungkook shook his head. “Nope,” he said easily, stretching his arms over his head. "Not since our argument a few weeks ago."

 

"Argument?"

 

"Don't do that. We can forgive each other without acting like it didn't happen." Jungkook responded gently, not wanting to discuss it further.

 

Namjoon caught the way Jungkook's shirt rode up as he stretched, exposing his toned stomach, the firm definition of his muscles catching the early morning light.

 

Namjoon knew Jungkook was strong, but something about him looked… bigger? Sharper? He brushed the thought aside, blaming sleep deprivation.

 

Jungkook rolled out of bed, standing with an ease that was almost too natural, as if he belonged here in a way Namjoon couldn’t quite place.

 

Namjoon was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when Jungkook bent down and—

 

Soft lips pressed against his.

 

A kiss.

 

Namjoon froze.

 

Jungkook didn’t.

 

Instead, Jungkook pulled back with an affectionate glance before heading toward the door, casually calling out, “Jiminie, hurry up! You promised!” as he disappeared down the hall.

 

Namjoon remained motionless, heart hammering against his ribs.

 

Jungkook kissed him.

 

Not a dream. Not an accident.

 

And the strangest part? Jungkook hadn’t reacted as if it was unusual at all.

 

What the hell was going on?

 

*

 

Namjoon stepped out of his room, still rattled from what had just happened.

 

His lips tingled with the ghost of Jungkook’s kiss, and his mind was running in circles, trying to make sense of it.

 

Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe—

 

“Morning, Joon,” Jin greeted from the dining table, his warm smile an anchor in the storm of confusion brewing in Namjoon’s chest. "I saved you some toast."

 

Yoongi and Hoseok were already seated, their plates nearly empty.

 

Namjoon took a deep breath and slid into the chair beside Hoseok, offering a small nod. "Your hair looks nice."

 

He was almost afraid to say 'different' instead of nice. Maybe Hoseok had a hair appointment yesterday, and decided to go blonde.

 

It was possible. Bleached hair doesn't exactly scream Twilight Zone--Namjoon just needed to get a grip.

 

"Thanks!" Hoseok grinned at him. “Kook’s outside with Tae,” he said casually.

 

Namjoon blinked. “…Okay.”

 

It was such a small, meaningless statement. He swallowed down the unease bubbling inside him and reached for some toast, pretending everything was fine.

 

The table conversation flowed around him, mostly about their upcoming break and possible travel plans. They were only in America for another week, and then they were on their way back home for a much needed break.

 

Namjoon tried to focus, grounding himself in the familiar rhythm of their voices.

 

Jimin emerged from the kitchen, two steaming cups of tea in his hands. "That sounds like fun. Say hi to your mom for me, okay?"

 

Jin nodded once. "You got it. I'm sure she'll ask about you, she always does."

 

Jimin set one cup down in front of Namjoon with a soft smile before making his way around the table to place the other in front of Yoongi.

 

“Thanks,” Yoongi murmured, looking up at Jimin with a small smile.

 

Jimin responded by perching himself on Yoongi’s lap, settling in like it was the most natural thing in the world.

 

Namjoon almost choked on his toast.

 

His eyes darted between them, expecting someone—anyone—to react. But no one did.

 

The conversation carried on as if this was normal.

 

Had Namjoon really been so blind this whole time?

 

Sure, they were close, but not like that.

 

Were they?

 

Before he could spiral any further, the door opened, and Taehyung strolled inside, grumbling dramatically.

 

“Kookie never plays fair,” he huffed.

 

The group chuckled, the moment shifting easily.

 

But when Namjoon turned to look at Taehyung, his stomach dropped.

 

Taehyung was huge.

 

Not just fit—muscular. Broad shoulders, defined arms, a build that Namjoon had never seen on him before.

 

His usual slim frame was completely transformed, and Namjoon felt a cold wave of disbelief crash over him.

 

No. That wasn’t possible.

 

He had just seen Taehyung yesterday. He was normal yesterday.

 

This wasn’t something that could happen overnight.

 

Namjoon didn’t realize he was staring until Taehyung smirked, walking past him into the kitchen.

 

“Better knock it off before golden boy gets jealous,” he teased.

 

That's it.

 

Namjoon’s chair scraped against the floor as he abruptly stood up.

 

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, barely hearing Jin ask if he was okay before he turned and rushed back toward his room.

 

Maybe it really was the Twilight Zone.

 

*

 

Namjoon paced back and forth in his bedroom, running both hands through his hair as his mind reeled.

 

Maybe this was just a weird dream.

 

He'd had weird dreams, even harmless sexual dreams, about his bandmates before. Especially Jungkook.

 

He could only hope that this was one of those.

 

Or worse—maybe he was having some kind of mental breakdown, hallucinating things that weren’t real.

 

That would explain why everything felt off, why Jungkook had kissed him like it was normal, why Taehyung looked like he had been training for a bodybuilding competition overnight.

 

But no matter how many times he tried to reason with himself, the fact remained: he was confused as shit.

 

A sudden knock at his door made him jump. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before opening it.

 

Jin stood there, smiling easily as he stepped inside. “Hey, you good?”

 

Namjoon forced what he hoped was a convincing nod. “Yeah, I’m fine—”

 

“Liar,” Jin cut him off, crossing his arms. “Come on, Joon, I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s bothering you.”

 

Namjoon sighed, defeated. “Can you close the door at least?”

 

Jin’s smile faltered slightly, but he complied, shutting the door behind him as Namjoon sat heavily on the edge of his bed.

 

Jin studied him for a moment. “Okay, seriously. What’s wrong?”

 

Namjoon hesitated, debating whether or not he should even say it out loud.

 

But this was Jin—if anyone could help him make sense of this, it was him.

 

“It’s… it’s Jungkook,” Namjoon admitted, rubbing a hand over his face.

 

Jin’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, did you guys get into another fight?” he gasped, suddenly looking scandalized.

 

“What? No, we didn’t fight,” Namjoon said quickly, shaking his head. “It’s just… he’s been acting weird. Really weird.”

 

Jin frowned. “Weird how?”

 

Namjoon exhaled sharply, struggling to find the words. “Like... Touchy.” He grimaced. “I don’t know how else to explain it.”

 

Instead of looking surprised, Jin just blinked at him in confusion. “And… why is that weird?”

 

Namjoon stared at him, thrown off by the question. “What do you mean? I know we're all sort of touchy with each other, but this was much different than that."

 

Jin tilted his head. “Of course it's different. You're his boyfriend, idiot."

 

Namjoon’s stomach dropped. His mouth opened and closed, the words failing him.

 

“Boyfriend,” he echoed, like the word itself was poisonous.

 

Jin nodded slowly, still looking at him like he was the one acting strange. "You sure you're okay..?"

 

Namjoon was about to argue—about to demand Jin explain what the hell he was talking about—when another knock sounded at the door.

 

Before he could react, it pushed open, and Jungkook stepped inside.

 

Concern was etched into his face as he quickly approached Namjoon. “Hyung, they said you left breakfast in a hurry,” Jungkook said, his brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

 

Namjoon barely had time to register his words before Jungkook reached down and gently took his hand.

 

The touch sent a jolt through Namjoon—not because it was Jungkook, but because it felt normal. Natural, even.

 

Like it was something they did all the time.

 

But that wasn’t right.

 

He yanked his hand away, flinching back instinctively. “Can you just—give me some damn space?”

 

Jungkook’s eyes widened briefly before hurt flickered across his face.

 

He hesitated, then mumbled, “Yeah… of course.”

 

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

 

Namjoon exhaled shakily, his whole body tense.

 

Jin had watched the entire thing unfold, his expression unreadable.

 

“Hey,” Jin murmured, his voice softer now. “Talk to me. What's going on with you?"

 

After a long silence, he finally moved closer, wrapping an arm around Namjoon and pulling him into a comforting hug.

 

Jin tried again. "Come on, Joonie. Are you okay?"

 

Namjoon closed his eyes, his head spinning.

 

No. He wasn’t okay.

 

Because this wasn’t his life. This wasn’t his reality.

 

And he had no idea how the hell he ended up here.

 

*

 

Jin stepped out of Namjoon’s bedroom, his mind racing. Something was wrong—deeply wrong—and he needed answers.

 

He scanned the room and spotted Hoseok sitting with Yoongi, mid-conversation.

 

Without hesitation, he walked over, grabbed Hoseok’s hand, and tugged him toward the front door.

 

Hoseok barely had time to react before he was being pulled outside.

 

Yoongi, frowning at Jin’s uncharacteristic seriousness, followed them onto the porch without question.

 

Once they were out in the cool morning air, Jin finally stopped, turning to face them. His usual lighthearted expression was gone, replaced with something tense, something troubled.

 

“I’m worried about Namjoon,” he said, voice low.

 

Hoseok straightened slightly, his brows knitting together. “Because of what happened at breakfast?"

 

Jin hesitated before exhaling. “Something weird is going on with him. He’s confused, disoriented—like he doesn’t know where he is, or…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “Or who he is.”

 

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. “Is he hungover or something, or..? Is it bad?"

 

Jin looked between them, his stomach twisting. “Bad enough that he snapped at Jungkook.”

 

Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged a look, their faces unreadable. But the weight of Jin’s words settled over them heavily.

 

Namjoon never snapped at Jungkook. Ever.

 

They'd only ever gotten into one fight in the three years that they'd been dating, and even that didn't last long.

 

Before anyone could say another word, the front door creaked open.

 

Jungkook stepped out, his expression unreadable.

 

His usual warmth, the brightness in his eyes—gone.

 

He was composed, but there was something distant about the way he held himself, something carefully contained.

 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said quietly, his voice steadier than it should have been. “But… Jin-hyung, can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

 

Jin studied him carefully. “Is this about Namjoon?”

 

Jungkook’s jaw tensed, and he gave a small nod.

 

Hoseok didn’t hesitate. He moved forward and pulled Jungkook into a hug, wrapping his arms around him like a shield.

 

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his body relaxing into the embrace.

 

He hid his face against Hoseok’s shoulder, his voice muffled when he finally spoke.

 

“Did I make him upset? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

 

Hoseok’s grip tightened. “No, Kook. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured him. “Joon’s just having a hard time right now.”

 

Jungkook let out a slow breath, nodding against Hoseok’s shoulder, though he didn’t pull away just yet.

 

Yoongi crossed his arms. “We might need to get Namjoon checked out by a doctor,” he murmured. “But I think we should talk to him first. Figure out what’s going on.”

 

At that, Jungkook finally lifted his head. He met Yoongi’s gaze, eyes searching, before nodding in agreement.

 

Then he turned to Jin.

 

His expression was careful, but there was something fragile beneath the surface—something hesitant, something aching.

 

“Hyung,” Jungkook said quietly, “promise me… I didn’t do anything wrong. You're sure..?"

 

Jin’s heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. At the quiet plea, the need for reassurance.

 

Jin stepped forward, resting a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “This isn’t your fault, Kook,” he said firmly. “I promise.”

 

Jungkook exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly. He nodded, but the uncertainty in his eyes didn’t fully fade.

 

*

 

Namjoon stepped out of his room, rubbing a hand over his face. His head was pounding, his thoughts tangled in a way that made no sense.

 

Everything felt wrong.

 

Maybe some fresh air would help.

 

But as soon as he reached the living room, he realized something was off. The room was quiet—too quiet—and when he glanced up, several pairs of eyes were on him.

 

Jimin was the first to speak, his voice soft but firm. “Hyung, would you sit with me for a second?”

 

Namjoon hesitated. “I was just going to step out for a minute…”

 

“Sit down,” Jin said, his voice sharper than usual.

 

Namjoon wasn’t the type to ignore Jin, and they both knew that. With a quiet sigh, he lowered himself onto the floor beside Taehyung, purposefully avoiding Jungkook’s gaze.

 

Yoongi leaned forward, his expression unreadable. “We’re all worried about you,” he said carefully. “We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

 

Hoseok nodded, giving Namjoon a pointed look. “You always lecture us about how important communication is. Now it’s time to practice what you preach.”

 

Namjoon looked down at his lap, picking at the hem of his shirt. The weight of their concern pressed heavily on his shoulders.

 

Finally, he exhaled. “Something weird has been going on since I woke up,” he admitted.

 

Taehyung nudged his knee. “Be more specific, hyung.”

 

Namjoon hesitated, glancing around the room. “I just… I need you guys to promise not to tell me I’m crazy.” He sighed. “But I feel like something’s wrong. Everyone’s acting different, and I almost feel like I don’t recognize you.”

 

A loud sniffle broke the silence.

 

Everyone’s heads snapped toward Jungkook, who sat hunched in his seat, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

 

He quickly wiped at his face. “Sorry, ignore me,” he mumbled, waving them off. “I just… I’m worried about you, hyung. I hope you’re not sick or something.”

 

Namjoon’s chest tightened. The sight of Jungkook—so openly vulnerable—made something in him ache.

 

After a second of hesitation, he lifted a hand and motioned for Jungkook to come sit with him.

 

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly before he jumped up, already moving—

 

But Jin grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

 

“Not yet,” Jin said firmly, his gaze never leaving Namjoon. “Joonie needs to finish what he was saying before you go anywhere near him.”

 

Namjoon swallowed. “It’s not a big deal,” he tried, forcing a smile. “I must just be tired. Or super hungover or something.”

 

Yoongi scoffed. “It’s more than that.” He turned to Jin. "Right?"

 

"Right." Jin’s expression darkened slightly. “You snapped at Jungkook this morning, Namjoon. Hungover, sleep deprived, jet-lagged-- I've never seen you talk to him like that."

 

A small gasp escaped Jimin. “Wait, what?"

 

Taehyung shook his head. “The last time you two even remotely argued was at Koo’s 30th birthday party.”

 

Namjoon’s heart stopped.

 

His head snapped toward Jungkook, eyes wide. “You're thirty?”

 

Jungkook flinched, looking absolutely gutted.

 

Jimin immediately stepped in, his protective instincts flaring up. “Hyung, how could you forget something like that?” he asked, clearly upset. “That’s so disrespectful.”

 

Namjoon quickly shook his head. “No, you don’t understand—my Jungkook is 27.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “I know that as a fact. I would never forget his birthday.”

 

A beat of silence.

 

Then—

 

“Oh, shit,” Yoongi breathed. "Are you kidding me?"

 

All eyes turned to him.

 

Yoongi looked like he’d just been struck by lightning, his face draining of color. His fingers tapped restlessly against his knee as he spoke, almost to himself.

 

“This is my fault,” he muttered.

 

Jin frowned. “What?”

 

Yoongi inhaled sharply, then looked directly at Namjoon. “Tomorrow’s your birthday,” he said, voice laced with realization. “Last night, I made a wish for you."

 

"Once again... What?" Jin repeated.

 

"I know it sounds crazy, but just listen." He turned back to Namjoon. "I know you and Kook had been fighting recently, and I bought this thing online, and... I just wished that you’d be able to experience falling in love all over again.”

 

Namjoon’s stomach twisted. “Yoon—”

 

Yoongi shook his head. “I didn’t think it would actually work! I was just trying to help. But if I’m right…” He swallowed hard. “Then somehow, I must’ve brought you back to this age. Three years ago. Because this is when you fell in love with Jungkook.”

 

*

 

The air in the room had shifted, the initial shock giving way to a quiet understanding.

 

If what Yoongi said was true—if Namjoon had really traveled back three years—then this wasn’t just some dream or breakdown. This was real.

 

And if this was real, then they had to figure out how to fix it.

 

“First things first,” Jin announced, clapping his hands together. “We do not tell anybody else about this. The last thing we need is a media circus or someone thinking Joonie has lost his mind.”

 

“Agreed,” Yoongi nodded. “We keep this strictly between us.”

 

Jimin leaned forward, tapping a finger against his lips as he thought. “Okay, so we don’t know how to fix this yet,” he mused. “So while we figure this out, I think we should spend the day telling hyung about all the things that have changed over the past three years. All the fun memories, all the exciting things we’ve done. In case we can't fix this... Then at least he's up to date."

 

Namjoon perked up at that, a genuine smile tugging at his lips for the first time all day. “I love that idea,” he admitted. “I want to hear everything. Tell me what you guys have achieved, what’s changed, all the things I missed.”

 

Taehyung practically vibrated with excitement, turning toward Namjoon with wide eyes. “Me first!” he declared.

 

Namjoon chuckled. “Go for it, Tae.”

 

Taehyung grinned. “I got to do some modeling! And not just any modeling, hyung—I caught the attention of Vogue.”

 

Namjoon’s jaw dropped. “What? That's amazing."

 

Taehyung nodded proudly, puffing out his chest. “Yep. Turns out, the fashion world loves me.”

 

Namjoon laughed, reaching over to ruffle Taehyung’s hair. “They’d be stupid not to. I’ve been saying for years that you could be a model if you wanted to. I’m so proud of you, Tae.”

 

Taehyung beamed under the praise, his eyes crinkling with joy.

 

Jimin, however, huffed, crossing his arms. “Okay, okay, that’s enough about Taehyung,” he pouted. “My turn.”

 

Jin and Hoseok shared a look, both grinning at how their younger bandmates fought for Namjoon's attention.

 

Namjoon turned to him with an amused smile. “Alright, Minnie. What have you been up to?”

 

Jimin sat up straight, his eyes shining with excitement. “I’ve been practicing my composition skills. And guess what? I have a new album to show you. It’s completely mine.”

 

Namjoon’s heart swelled with pride. “Wow, Jimin-ah. That’s incredible.” He reached for Jimin’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “I can’t wait to hear it. I know how hard you’ve been working.”

 

Jimin preened under the praise, but before he could say anything else, Yoongi let out a dramatic sigh.

 

“Are you sure that’s the most exciting thing that happened to you this year?” he asked dryly.

 

Jimin blinked before his eyes widened, realization dawning on him. “Right.” He shot up, practically buzzing with excitement as he held up his left hand. A silver band gleamed under the warm light. “I got engaged this year!”

 

Namjoon’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “What?!"

 

Yoongi groaned, shaking his head. “Wow. Glad to know my proposal was so memorable for you, Jiminie.”

 

Jimin pouted. “It was! But I got distracted, I'm sorry.”

 

The conversation continued, laughter filling the air as they shared stories, reminiscing about the past three years.

 

But as the others remained engaged in discussion, Namjoon’s eyes subtly followed Jungkook.

 

He had been quiet. Too quiet.

 

And then—without a word—Jungkook stood up and slipped out the sliding glass door, stepping into the backyard.

 

Namjoon didn’t hesitate to follow.

 

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured to the others before following Jungkook outside.

 

The air was cool against his skin as he stepped onto the back porch.

 

Jungkook stood a few feet away, his arms wrapped around himself, shoulders trembling slightly as he attempted to stifle his tears. 

 

Namjoon’s chest ached at the sight.

 

Without a word, he walked up behind Jungkook and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him into a firm embrace. He rested his chin on Jungkook's shoulder, closing his eyes with a sigh.

 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

 

Jungkook let out a wet laugh, his hands coming up to rest over Namjoon’s. “What could you possibly be sorry for?”

 

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut. “For making you so sad. And I'm sorry I snapped at you this morning... As you can tell, I was pretty overwhelmed."

 

Jungkook was quiet for a few seconds, his breathing uneven.

 

Then—softly—he whispered, “I hope you fall in love with me again.”

 

Namjoon’s heart stuttered.

 

He tightened his hold, his fingers gripping onto Jungkook like a life preserver.

 

“I think,” he whispered back, “I'm already starting to."

 

***

Chapter 2: Love Me Again

Chapter Text

Namjoon sat at the kitchen table, listening intently as Hoseok excitedly described his recent trips across America.

 

His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he recounted seeing hiking trails, visiting jazz clubs in New Orleans, and even trying his hand at surfing in California.

 

“I just wanted to push myself a little,” Hoseok admitted with a small smile. “Step outside my comfort zone, you know? I figured if we’re only here for a little longer, I should make the most of it.”

 

Namjoon’s heart swelled with pride.

 

He knew how much Hoseok valued stability, how he preferred the comfort of familiar places and routines. For him to be traveling, exploring, adventuring—it was a big deal.

 

“I’m so proud of you, Hobi,” Namjoon said sincerely, reaching out to give Hoseok’s arm a quick squeeze.

 

Hoseok beamed, his cheeks dusted pink with appreciation, but before he could respond, a voice interrupted them.

 

“Joonie,” Yoongi’s familiar low drawl cut through the room.

 

Namjoon turned to see him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

 

Yoongi continued. “Can I borrow you for a minute?”

 

Namjoon glanced at Hoseok, giving his arm one last reassuring squeeze before nodding and standing up to follow Yoongi down the hall.

 

Once they were out of earshot, Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” he started, voice softer than usual. “But Kook’s having one of his panic attacks.”

 

Namjoon’s chest tightened. "Panic..?"

 

"I can't remember if he used to get these three years ago, but... Yeah. He's always had anxiety, with his crippling perfectionism and all that."

 

"Sure."

 

Yoongi continued, “Normally, it’s only you or Tae who can really talk him down. Jimin and Tae are with him now, but… I think he needs you.” He paused, hesitating. “I know you don’t remember how to do this. But can you at least try?”

 

Namjoon swallowed hard and nodded. “Of course.”

 

Yoongi didn’t say anything else—just clapped him on the shoulder before leading him to Jungkook’s room.

 

When they entered, Namjoon immediately took in the scene.

 

Jungkook was curled into Taehyung’s arms, his breathing uneven, his fists clenched at his sides. He wasn’t crying, but the tension in his body was palpable.

 

Jimin was kneeling beside them, rubbing soothing circles into Jungkook’s back, his eyes flicking up as Namjoon entered.

 

At the sight of him, Jimin exhaled in relief and gave a quick nod before silently standing and leaving the room, trying to get out of his way.

 

Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to Jungkook’s temple before slowly pulling away. “Hyung’s here,” he murmured. “You’ll be okay.”

 

Jungkook’s eyes flickered to Namjoon, his jaw tightening. “I’m fine,” he said stubbornly, waving a dismissive hand. “You guys don’t need to treat me like this.”

 

Taehyung spoke softly, correcting him. "You can hardly breathe. Just let us help you, okay?"

 

Namjoon stepped forward, keeping his voice even. “Tae, can you give us a few minutes?”

 

Taehyung hesitated only a second before nodding and quietly slipping out, closing the door behind him.

 

For a moment, there was silence.

 

Jungkook sat at the edge of his bed, his fingers digging into his knees.

 

His breathing was still shallow, and Namjoon could see the effort it took for him to try and control it.

 

Namjoon was well out of his comfort zone, but he decided to just act naturally and try not to overthink it.

 

Namjoon didn’t say anything at first.

 

He simply walked over, climbed onto the bed, and settled himself behind Jungkook, leaning back against the pillows.

 

Then, gently, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulled him close.

 

Jungkook tensed at first—but the second Namjoon’s warmth enveloped him, his body melted into it. He took a deep, shuddering breath, shutting his eyes.

 

Jungkook practically whispered to him. "I'm sorry."

 

Namjoon rested his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder, holding him securely.

 

“You don’t have to apologize for needing comfort,” Namjoon murmured.

 

Jungkook let out a soft laugh. “I just.. I feel like an inconvenience.”

 

Namjoon shushed him softly, his hands sliding along Jungkook’s midsection, holding onto him more firmly. “You’re not. Just focus on your breathing, Koo."

 

Jungkook was quiet for a moment before whispering, “Why are you doing this?”

 

Namjoon frowned. “What do you mean?”

 

Jungkook’s fingers fidgeted in his lap. “You don’t have to pretend for my sake.” His voice was small, fragile. “You don’t have to act like you’re still in love with me.”

 

Namjoon’s heart ached at the pained tone of his voice.

 

He tightened his hold, shifting slightly so that his lips brushed against Jungkook’s temple. His voice was soft when he finally spoke.

 

“I’m not pretending,” he whispered. “I don’t remember everything, but I do know this—I’ve always loved you a little bit.” He took a slow breath, pressing his head to Jungkook’s. “And I would do anything to protect you. Whether that’s three years in the past or fifty years in the future… that won’t change.”

 

Jungkook couldn't respond.

 

For a moment, they just stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, breathing in sync.

 

Then, after a long silence, Jungkook whispered, “Thank you.”

 

Namjoon turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s temple.

 

Then, just as softly, Namjoon asked, “Do you want to talk about what made you so upset?”

 

Jungkook was quiet for a long time before finally admitting, “I’m just scared.” His voice trembled slightly. “What if I've lost you forever? What if you never fall in love with me again?”

 

Namjoon swallowed the lump in his throat.

 

He pulled Jungkook even closer, pressing another kiss—this time to his shoulder.

 

“You haven’t lost me,” he whispered. “And you never will. Just give me some time, okay?"

 

*

 

The warmth between them was steady and reassuring.

 

Jungkook remained nestled into Namjoon’s body, his breath slow and even now that his anxiety had subsided.

 

One of Namjoon’s arms was still wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, while Jungkook’s hand rested lightly on Namjoon’s forearm.

 

Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the comfortable silence. “So… What about you?”

 

Jungkook shifted slightly, tilting his head to glance up at him. “What about me?”

 

"How have you been?" Namjoon smiled, running a soothing hand up and down Jungkook’s back. “Everyone's been telling me about their achievements, but what about yours?”

 

Jungkook hesitated, then shrugged. “I mean… the most exciting thing that happened to me was getting into a relationship with you.”

 

Namjoon’s heart stuttered in his chest.

 

He swallowed down the sudden warmth blooming in his chest and chuckled softly. “So tell me about it.”

 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Huh?”

 

“Tell me about us. First kiss, first date… I want to hear all of it.”

 

Jungkook exhaled heavily, as if the weight of those memories was something sacred. Then he sighed and nodded. “Okay… but can we lie down first? This is all kinda exhausting."

 

"You trying to proposition me?"

 

"God, no, of course not."

 

Namjoon smiled at him. "I'm just teasing, Koo. We can lay down. I'm a little offended at how fast you shut me down though."

 

Jungkook shook his head slowly. "That's not fair... You know I'd-- I mean, I'd give anything for things to be--"

 

"Kookie, it's fine. I'm teasing."

 

They adjusted slightly, shifting down so they were more comfortably lying on the bed.

 

Jungkook remained curled against him, their legs brushing together slightly.

 

It was warm, intimate—almost too intimate—but Namjoon didn’t pull away. He knew Jungkook needed this, and some part of him wanted to provide it.

 

Jungkook hesitated before asking, “Is it okay if I hold you?”

 

Namjoon felt his stomach twist at the question, but he nodded. “Yeah. It’s okay.”

 

Jungkook’s arm slid over and tightened slightly around Namjoon’s waist, and he let out a deep breath, as if finally allowing himself to relax completely.

 

Then, softly, he began to speak. "So the first kiss... It was all my fault."

 

*

 

The concert had been electric. Their adrenaline was still running high, the roar of the crowd echoing in their ears even as they made their way backstage.

 

Namjoon barely had a moment to catch his breath before he heard fast-moving footsteps, followed by an excited “Hyungie!”

 

Then Jungkook was there—running toward him, his face flushed with exhilaration, his eyes sparkling under the bright dressing room lights.

 

Before Namjoon could react, Jungkook jumped—and instinct took over.

 

Namjoon caught him effortlessly, strong hands gripping under Jungkook’s thighs as the younger clung to him like an overexcited koala.

 

“You were amazing,” Jungkook gushed, his voice breathless and full of unfiltered admiration. “I mean, we were all amazing, but you—”

 

Namjoon barely had time to laugh before Jungkook leaned in—impulsively, recklessly—and pressed a firm, eager kiss against his lips.

 

For a second, Namjoon froze.

 

Then Jungkook seemed to realize what he’d done.

 

His eyes widened, and he quickly pulled back, cheeks turning bright red. “Oh God—sorry, I—”

 

But Namjoon didn’t let him go.

 

Instead, he slowly set Jungkook back onto his feet, letting his hands slide up his back and neck to cradle Jungkook’s face.

 

Then, without hesitation, Namjoon leaned in and kissed him again.

 

This time, it was slower. More intentional.

 

Jungkook’s breath hitched, but he melted into it, his hands fisting into Namjoon’s shirt as if holding on for dear life.

 

The warmth of Namjoon’s lips against his sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

 

They probably would have stayed like that longer if it weren’t for the sound of groaning behind them.

 

“Oh, gross,” Jin's voice teased.

 

Yoongi snorted. “Get a room, you two.”

 

Jungkook instantly pulled back, his entire face burning as he buried it against Namjoon’s chest in embarrassment.

 

Namjoon, however, just smirked and turned to the two intruders. “If you’re jealous, just say that.”

 

Yoongi rolled his eyes, and Jin dramatically gagged before pulling Yoongi away by the sleeve.

 

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I just did that in front of them.”

 

Namjoon hummed, tilting Jungkook’s face up with gentle fingers. “Worth it."

 

Jungkook blinked up at him. “You think so?”

 

Namjoon’s eyes softened. “It was inevitable. I’ve never been able to hold back when it comes to you.”

 

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat.

 

And before he could even process what that meant, Namjoon kissed him again.

 

*

 

Jungkook exhaled softly as he finished recounting the memory. “That was the moment I knew.”

 

Namjoon blinked. “Knew what?”

 

Jungkook hesitated, his fingers unconsciously tracing small circles against Namjoon’s hip. “…That you make me feel safe. That you always knew how to pull me out of my own head. That you were someone I could fall in love with.”

 

"Aw." Namjoon’s chest ached at the sincerity in Jungkook’s voice.

 

For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

 

So instead, he simply tightened his hold on Jungkook, pressing another soft, lingering kiss to the top of his head.

 

And even though he didn’t remember that moment himself— It sounded perfect.

 

*

 

The aroma of simmering broth and spices filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that reminded Namjoon just how much he’d missed the feeling of home.

 

He sat perched on the kitchen counter, his long legs swinging slightly as he caught up with Jin and Yoongi while they worked on dinner.

 

It felt normal—like it always had. Like everything wasn’t completely upside down.

 

Yoongi, who was chopping vegetables with the casual precision of someone who had done this a thousand times before, glanced up. “It was recently, actually. Just a few weeks ago."

 

Namjoon perked up at that, a grin already forming. “Well don't skip any details, I want to hear all about it."

 

Jin, standing at the stove stirring a large stockpot, snorted. “It was so disgustingly romantic, I almost threw up when he told me.”

 

Namjoon shot him a quick glare. "You're such a hater."

 

Yoongi ignored them, shaking his head fondly as he continued. “It was when we were in New York. Sunset. Beach. Just the two of us... The story is kinda private, I guess."

 

Namjoon grinned wider, already able to picture it. “That’s perfect. He must’ve loved it.”

 

"He did." Yoongi hesitated, then glanced at Namjoon with something softer in his eyes. “Y'know... You actually helped a little.”

 

Namjoon blinked. “Hm?”

 

Yoongi exhaled a quiet laugh, setting down the knife. “I took you and Tae with me to pick out the ring.”

 

Namjoon felt an odd sense of warmth settle in his chest at that.

 

Even if he didn’t remember doing it, the thought of having been part of such a huge moment for Yoongi and Jimin made him weirdly happy.

 

“I bet I gave excellent advice,” he teased.

 

Yoongi smirked. “You actually did. You know Jiminie so well."

 

Jin hummed in agreement, stirring the pot. “Yeah, yeah. Everyone's so in love it’s disgusting.”

 

Namjoon turned to him again to tease him. "Seriously... Who hurt you while I was away?"

 

Jin turned to stick his tongue out at him, but didn't say anything.

 

Then, Yoongi leaned in a little closer to Namjoon, his expression more serious. “I really am sorry, though.”

 

Namjoon tilted his head. “For what?”

 

Yoongi sighed. “For making this stupid wish. You helped me out with my love life so many times, I just… I wanted to return the favor. But I never meant for this to happen.”

 

"Of course you didn't. I know that." Namjoon waved him off without hesitation. “Don’t worry about it, really.”

 

Jin gave him a strange look. “You’re oddly calm about all of this.”

 

Namjoon just laughed. “Well, I was hella freaked out this morning.” He shrugged. “But now? I dunno. I guess I’m just leaning into it. If I think about it too much, I’ll just spiral again.”

 

Jin hummed, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t push.

 

By the time dinner was ready, Namjoon was feeling more settled than he had all day.

 

Everyone gathered around the table, passing dishes and chatting over one another like nothing had changed—like everything was as it should be.

 

Namjoon made a point to sit next to Jungkook, offering him a small smile.

 

Jungkook hesitated for a second before returning it, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he looked down at his plate.

 

For a while, everything was easy.

 

And then Hoseok, ever the optimist, clapped his hands together and casually asked, “So how much choreography do you think we can teach Joon before the concert?”

 

Namjoon froze.

 

Jin let out a soft groan. “Maybe not during dinner?”

 

Namjoon cleared his throat, his stomach sinking. “Uh. The concert?”

 

Hoseok blinked at him. “Yeah... You got here at a bad time. We've got one more concert before we head back home. You should know most of it though, just... Whatever we changed in the last three years."

 

Jin was honest with him. "It's probably a lot."

 

Namjoon’s brain short-circuited.

 

Jimin, sensing his immediate panic, quickly nudged Namjoon’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

 

Jin waved a hand. “Honestly, we can just say you got hurt and have you sit this one out.”

 

Namjoon exhaled, half in relief. “That… actually might not be a bad idea.”

 

Jin nodded. “But you’ll still have to learn some lyrics for a few songs.”

 

Namjoon winced. “Right.”

 

Jungkook, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly spoke up. “I can teach him.”

 

Namjoon turned to him, surprised. “You sure?"

 

Taehyung nodded quickly, grinning. “He always remembers everyone’s parts. He can do it.”

 

Namjoon smiled, touched by the offer. “Thanks, Kook.”

 

Jungkook quickly looked down at his food again, clearly flustered. “It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled.

 

*

 

After dinner, the group naturally gravitated toward the living room, everyone settling into their usual spots as Hoseok rummaged through their movie collection.

 

He grinned when he found something he knew had been released recently—something Namjoon hadn’t gotten to see yet.

 

“Alright, Joon,” Hoseok announced as he skipped back over. “This one’s for you.”

 

Namjoon chuckled as he sank into the middle of the couch.

 

Jungkook sat beside him, and Jin and Taehyung filled in on either side.

 

Hoseok, ever the affectionate one, squeezed in next to Jin and rested his head on his shoulder.

 

Jimin and Yoongi curled up together in one of the comfy chairs, Jimin tucking himself against Yoongi’s side.

 

The room was dim as the opening credits began, and for a while, everyone let themselves be pulled into the film.

 

Namjoon draped an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders without thinking, a natural gesture that felt as easy as breathing.

 

Jungkook immediately nestled into him, comfortable and at ease.

 

Jimin caught the movement from across the room, his sharp eyes watching carefully, but he chose not to say anything.

 

He wasn't trying to be an asshole or anything, but he was wary of them leaning back into their relationship too quickly. He just didn't want anyone to get hurt.

 

Jungkook, fully engrossed in the movie, seemed to forget himself for a moment.

 

Out of pure habit, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Namjoon’s neck.

 

Namjoon flinched.

 

It wasn’t intentional—it was just instinct.

 

But Jungkook snapped back immediately, his face paling as he realized what he’d done.

 

“I—” Jungkook swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

 

Everyone was staring at them, eyes full of sympathy.

 

Jungkook’s ears burned red as he scrambled for an escape from everyone's attention. “I—I need to pee,” he mumbled, jumping off the couch and practically running out of the room.

 

For a second, no one moved. Then Taehyung slowly stood, offering the group a small, apologetic smile before following after Jungkook.

 

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words.

 

Hoseok finally leaned forward, looking at Namjoon with quiet sympathy. “Maybe… maybe you shouldn’t sit so close to him for a little while,” he said gently. “Give him some time to get used to all of this.”

 

Jin sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I think you're breaking his heart, Joon.”

 

Namjoon’s jaw tensed. “I know that,” he said, voice tight. "I'm not doing it on purpose, I was just trying to help."

 

Jin hesitated, then added carefully, “I just mean… maybe it hurts more when you’re so close to him but you don’t feel the same way.”

 

Namjoon’s head snapped toward Jin, eyes wide with disbelief. “You think I’m trying to tease him? To make him feel worse?”

 

Jin immediately backtracked. “No, that’s not—”

 

But Namjoon was already shaking his head, his voice rising slightly. “You think I’m just playing with his feelings?”

 

Jin looked regretful. “That’s not what I meant, Joon.”

 

Yoongi spoke up carefully. "Let's just calm down for a second. Joonie, we know you're not trying to hurt anybody. We're just worried about how Jungkook feels about all this."

 

Namjoon let out a breath, his frustration bubbling over. “You think I haven't thought about it? You think I haven't considered how devastating this must be? To be in love with someone and then have them disappear?”

 

No one spoke.

 

Namjoon’s voice softened, but there was an edge of pain in it now. “It’s almost worse than a breakup, because there’s no closure. No warning. Just gone.” He exhaled shakily. “I don’t know what else to do but be what he needs me to be until we figure this out.”

 

Hoseok, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke. “That’s a lot to take on, Joon.”

 

Namjoon let out a small, humorless laugh. “Maybe. But I fell in love with him once, didn’t I?” His gaze flickered toward the hallway where Jungkook had disappeared. “I’m sure I can do it again. I mean... It's Jungkook after all."

 

***

Chapter 3: Do Your Best

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Jungkook paced back and forth across his room, his sock-clad feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor.

 

His fingers raked through his hair as he muttered under his breath, replaying the moment in the living room over and over again.

 

Taehyung sat cross-legged on Jungkook’s bed, watching him with patient eyes. “Kook, you’re wearing a hole in the floor.”

 

Jungkook ignored him, still walking. “I just—I just don’t want to make him uncomfortable. What if I’m being disrespectful? He doesn’t remember us, Tae. And here I am, acting like we’re still—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t want to embarrass myself. What if I’m just making it worse?”

 

Taehyung rolled his eyes and reached out, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist as he passed. “Kook. Stop.”

 

Jungkook did, reluctantly, turning to face his best friend.

 

Taehyung’s expression softened. “You’re wonderful. You’re beautiful. You’re literally the most lovable person I know. Namjoon would have to be an idiot not to fall back in love with you.”

 

Jungkook sighed, flopping onto the edge of the bed. “But what if he doesn’t?”

 

Taehyung scooted closer. “Then he’s an idiot, like I said."

 

Jungkook let out a weak laugh, running a hand over his face.

 

“I get it, though,” Taehyung continued, his tone a little more serious. “You feel like you should step back, give him space, let him figure things out on his own, right?”

 

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. I think I have to.”

 

Taehyung tilted his head, considering.

 

Then, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he grinned. “Or… hear me out… what if you don’t?”

 

Jungkook blinked. “Huh?”

 

Taehyung leaned in, voice dropping like they were scheming something illegal. “You know Joonie almost better than he knows himself. You know what makes him tick, what makes him happy, what he loves.”

 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, so?”

 

“So,” Taehyung said, drawing out the word dramatically, “instead of backing off, what if you do the opposite? Sweep him off his feet. Remind him—show him—exactly why he fell in love with you in the first place.”

 

Jungkook stared at him.

 

“You know his favorite date spots, his love language, the little things you do that make him melt. Use that.” Taehyung’s eyes sparkled. “Make him fall for you all over again.”

 

Jungkook chewed his lip, clearly mulling it over. “That feels kinda unfair, doesn’t it?”

 

Taehyung shrugged. “Is it? You’re not tricking him. You’re just… giving him a little push in the right direction.” He grinned. “Besides, it’s not like you’re pretending to be someone you’re not. You’re just being you. And he loved you before—he’ll love you again.”

 

Jungkook was quiet for a long moment. Then, finally, he sighed. “I dunno, Tae…”

 

Taehyung nudged him with his foot. “C’mon. Worst case scenario? You get to spend more time with him before we fix this mess. Best case scenario?” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows. “He falls for you all over again.”

 

Jungkook swallowed, something stirring in his chest. Slowly, a small, hesitant smile crept onto his lips. “Alright. Fine. I’ll try.”

 

Taehyung beamed, clapping him on the shoulder. “That’s my boy.”

 

*

 

Jungkook and Taehyung stepped back into the living room, the warm glow from the television casting soft shadows across their faces.

 

Jungkook slid back into his seat beside Namjoon, his usual bright smile in place.

 

“I’m sorry for acting like that earlier,” he said softly, glancing at Namjoon with a hint of embarrassment. "Just getting used to this new version of you. Or... Old version, I guess."

 

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the sudden apology. “No, I should be the one apologizing,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to flinch, I just—” He hesitated before shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

 

Jungkook waved him off, his cheeks dusted pink. “It’s okay.” He looked down at his lap, fingers curling into the fabric of his pants.

 

Jimin, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. “I paused the movie for you guys,” he said, looking between them before giving Taehyung a small nod and pressing play on the remote again.

 

Namjoon hesitated only for a second before instinctively pulling Jungkook back into his arms.

 

Even if he wasn't in love with him, he still loved him a lot. Regardless of anything else, Namjoon never wanted to be the reason Jungkook was hurt or upset.

 

Namjoon's embrace was warm, reassuring, and Jungkook melted into it, resting his head on Namjoon’s shoulder.

 

Namjoon leaned down slightly, whispering one more apology against Jungkook’s hair.

 

Jungkook simply hummed in response, forcing himself to focus on the movie instead of the million thoughts racing through his head.

 

The rest of the evening felt normal again, like they had all somehow fallen back into their usual rhythm.

 

There were the occasional glances from Jimin, the quiet teasing from Taehyung, and the warm laughter that filled the space between them.

 

But even as Jungkook laughed along, his mind was elsewhere—on Namjoon, on the plan. 

 

He was almost relieved as the night came to an end, and the group slowly started to disperse to their rooms.

 

*

 

The dorm was quiet now. Everyone had gone off to their rooms, but Yoongi and Jimin remained curled up together on one of the comfy chairs in the living room, the soft flicker of the television casting a warm glow over them.

 

A drama played on the screen, but neither of them was paying much attention.

 

Jimin sighed, resting his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around his knees. “I’m worried about them,” he admitted softly.

 

Yoongi hummed, his fingers lazily running through Jimin’s hair. “I know.”

 

Jimin chewed on his bottom lip, watching as a couple on-screen argued dramatically. “I just… I love them both so much, and it’s painful to see them hurting like this.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Kookie looks so lost. And Joon… he’s trying so hard to be okay, but I know him. He isn’t okay.”

 

Yoongi exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly as he considered Jimin’s words. “They’ll figure it out.”

 

Jimin pulled back slightly to look at him, brows furrowed. “How can you be so sure?”

 

Yoongi turned his gaze toward him, a small, knowing smile on his lips. “Because it’s them.”

 

Jimin blinked.

 

Yoongi continued, voice gentle but sure. “They’ve already fallen in love once. And honestly, I don’t think Namjoon ever really stopped loving Jungkook, even if he doesn’t remember. It’s in the way he looks at him, the way he reacts without thinking. Love like that doesn’t just disappear.”

 

Jimin’s eyes softened, but his worry still lingered. “But what if this is different? What if they don’t find their way back to each other?”

 

Yoongi let out a quiet chuckle. “I think Jungkook is gonna make damn sure that they do.” He reached over, poking Jimin’s cheek playfully. “You saw him tonight. He’s already made up his mind.”

 

Jimin sighed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

 

Yoongi’s arm curled around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him close. “I know it’s hard to see them struggle, but you gotta have a little faith.” His voice was warm, laced with affection. “They’re a mess right now, but they’re our mess. And they’ll be okay, because we'll make sure of it.”

 

Jimin let himself relax against Yoongi’s chest, letting out a soft hum of agreement.

 

He wanted to believe it. He really did.

 

As the drama on-screen reached its emotional climax, Yoongi pressed a kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, murmuring against his hair, “Now stop worrying and relax, hm?”

 

Jimin chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

 

*

 

Jin, ever the older brother, turned to Namjoon as they walked down the hall with an easy smile. “You can stay in my room if you want. Y’know, if you’d rather have someone close by.”

 

Namjoon shook his head, offering a small smile in return. “Thanks, but I think I just need some alone time to process all of this.”

 

Jin nodded in understanding, patting Namjoon’s arm. “Fair enough.” He smirked as he reached up and nudged Namjoon’s chin. “But hey, you can’t really blame Jungkookie for falling in love with those cute dimples.”

 

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as he turned away.

 

He made his way down the hall, instinctively heading toward what he assumed was his room. But the moment he stepped inside, he realized his mistake.

 

Jungkook stood in the middle of the room, completely shirtless, his toned chest and arms on full display as he changed into his sleepwear.

 

Namjoon’s eyes went wide, and he immediately turned away. “Shit—sorry! I could’ve sworn this was my room.”

 

Jungkook froze for half a second before he realized what had happened.

 

His blush spread down his neck, over his collarbones, and straight to his bare chest. But then, remembering Taehyung’s advice, he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.

 

“It’s okay,” he said, voice a little steadier than he expected. “I can show you to your room.”

 

Namjoon hesitated but eventually nodded, still keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. “Thanks.”

 

Jungkook grabbed a shirt from the bed but didn’t put it on. He led Namjoon down the hallway, the cool air of the dorm brushing over his warm skin.

 

Namjoon tried not to look, but his gaze betrayed him for a split second—just long enough to catch the smooth lines of Jungkook’s back, the way his muscles moved, the sharp dip of his waist.

 

Taehyung, who had been leaning against his doorway the entire time, smirked at the scene unfolding before him.

 

“Damn, Koo,” he called out teasingly. “You look hot tonight.”

 

Jungkook groaned, his blush deepening. “Oh shut up,” he muttered, opening a door and waving Namjoon inside.

 

Namjoon practically bolted into the room, eager to escape the embarrassment.

 

Jungkook followed, shutting the door softly behind him.

 

Namjoon turned to face him, frowning slightly. “You okay?"

 

Jungkook exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to apologize. Again.”

 

Namjoon’s brows furrowed in confusion. “For what?”

 

Jungkook took a deep breath before letting it all spill out. “For what I’m about to do.” His voice was quiet, but firm. “For deciding not to give you space.”

 

Namjoon tilted his head. “Uh... What?"

 

Jungkook looked down at the floor, his fingers fidgeting at his sides. “Instead of backing off, I’m going to try to make you fall in love with me again.”

 

Namjoon’s breath hitched. "Oh?"

 

Jungkook let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. “I know it’s kinda manipulative, and I swear I wasn’t trying to use my shirtlessness as a tactic just now—but I just… I can’t lie to you.”

 

Namjoon was silent for a moment.

 

Then, slowly, he stepped forward, lifting his hands to cradle Jungkook’s face.

 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as Namjoon gently forced him to look up, their gazes locking.

 

"Do me a favor?" Namjoon began.

 

"Anything."

 

“Do your best,” Namjoon said, his voice soft but sure.

 

Jungkook blinked. “What?”

 

Namjoon smiled—small, but genuine. “If you think you can make me fall in love with you again, then go ahead and try.” His thumbs brushed lightly over Jungkook’s jaw. “Because I want to. So badly."

 

Jungkook’s heart stuttered in his chest.

 

For the first time in what felt like forever, the sparkle returned to his eyes.

 

Because if there was one thing Jungkook was good at, it was winning.

 

And he was determined to win Namjoon’s heart all over again.

 

***

Chapter 4: Muscle Memory

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Jungkook stepped out of his room the next morning, stretching his arms over his head as he prepared to go bother Namjoon.

 

A smirk tugged at his lips. He was feeling good this morning—determined, even.

 

If he wanted to make Namjoon fall in love with him again, he couldn’t afford to hesitate.

 

But when he reached Namjoon’s room and knocked, there was no answer.

 

Frowning, he cracked the door open only to find the bed empty, sheets still a little rumpled from sleep.

 

“Looking for Joonie?”

 

Jungkook turned to see Jin walking past with a cup of coffee in hand.

 

Jin didn’t stop, but he glanced over his shoulder with a knowing smile. “He’s outside with Minnie, working on some choreography.”

 

Jungkook nodded, turning toward the living room, but before he could take a step, Jin’s hand gently wrapped around his arm.

 

Jungkook looked up, startled, as Jin offered him a sympathetic smile.

 

“You doing okay?” Jin asked, voice soft but firm.

 

Jungkook’s instinct was to brush it off, so he nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

 

Jin didn’t let go. He held Jungkook’s gaze and repeated, slower this time, “Are you really okay?”

 

Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard. He let himself think about it for a second before finally admitting, “I’m… hanging in there.” He sighed, eyes flickering to the floor. “It’s hard, but I just keep reminding myself that it’s not his fault. I don’t want to make this harder on him than it already is.”

 

Jin nodded in understanding and finally let go of his arm. “You’re doing good, Kookie. Just don’t forget that you don’t have to do this alone. If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”

 

Jungkook mustered a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, hyung.”

 

With that, he turned and made his way toward the front door.

 

*

 

The moment Jungkook stepped outside, he froze.

 

Namjoon and Jimin were in the middle of practicing, moving fluidly through a section of the choreography.

 

Jimin’s body was precise and controlled as he demonstrated a move, while Namjoon followed his lead, determination set in his features.

 

He still looked a little stiff, but he was trying his best, brows furrowed in concentration.

 

Jungkook swallowed. He hadn’t even meant to stop walking, but something about seeing Namjoon like this—so focused, so familiar—made him hesitate.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Jungkook nearly jumped as Taehyung’s voice sounded right next to his ear.

 

He whipped around to see his friend smirking at him, arms crossed.

 

“I was gonna go talk to him,” Jungkook muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But… I think I’ll wait.”

 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Why? Just go out there and show him how it’s done.” He grinned. “You know he loves watching you dance.”

 

Jungkook felt his cheeks warm. “I don’t know…”

 

"Aw, come on. You can be bashful all you want, but you and I both know how hot you are." Taehyung winked at him. "So go out there and tease him a little. No harm in that."

 

Jungkook wouldn't look at him. "I know I'm pretty desperate, but... I don't wanna seem desperate."

 

Taehyung softened slightly, sensing Jungkook’s uncertainty. “I’ll come with you, then. We’ll just say we wanted to help out.”

 

Jungkook hesitated, but before he could answer, Taehyung grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.

 

“Hyung!” Jungkook protested, but Taehyung just laughed and kept dragging him.

 

Out in the open now, they caught Namjoon and Jimin’s attention.

 

Jimin kept moving for a few more beats, but Namjoon noticed them quickly, his lips curving into a smile.

 

“Hey,” Namjoon greeted, slightly breathless.

 

Taehyung nudged Jungkook forward before turning to Jimin. “We were hoping we could help out.”

 

Jimin glanced at Jungkook, then back at Taehyung, before nodding. “Sure. I know he might not actually have to perform all of this, but I wanted him to be prepared, just in case."

 

Namjoon smiled at Jungkook. “Nah, I don't like this. The three of you are gonna make me look bad."

 

Jimin giggled at him. "Flattery will get you nowhere. I'm not going easy on you."

 

Taehyung pulled Jungkook by the arm to stand near him, in front of Namjoon. "Just watch Kookie, okay? He's got this section down perfectly."

 

Jungkook felt a nervous flutter in his chest, but he managed a small, confident grin knowing that Namjoon would be right behind him, watching him.

 

Namjoon chuckled, and Jimin clapped his hands together. “Alright, then. Let’s start over."

 

*

 

The music filled the air, steady and rhythmic as the four of them moved in sync, their feet brushing against the grass.

 

Namjoon was still a little stiff, but he was getting the hang of it, following Jimin’s precise movements with unyielding focus.

 

Then—

 

“Oof—!”

 

Jungkook barely had time to register Taehyung’s shoulder bumping into his before he lost his balance.

 

He stumbled sideways with a surprised laugh, reaching out to shove Taehyung away.

 

“Watch where you’re going,” Jungkook teased. "Aren't you supposed to be a professional or something?"

 

Taehyung grinned and immediately shoved him back. “Stay in your window next time, and I won't run into you."

 

Jungkook stumbled again, laughing, but before he could fall, strong hands caught his shoulders, steadying him.

 

His breath hitched.

 

His head snapped around, ready to apologize, but the words died on his tongue.

 

Namjoon was standing right behind him, hands firm but gentle, a soft smile curving his lips.

 

There was no irritation, no awkwardness—just pure, unfiltered fondness in his eyes.

 

Jungkook felt his heart squeeze.

 

Namjoon looked at him just like he used to.

 

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s—”

 

Jimin’s voice was cut off as the sliding glass door slid open.

 

Hoseok leaned out, a towel slung over his shoulder and an easy grin on his face.

 

“Lunch is ready,” he called.

 

Jimin and Taehyung immediately turned to each other, silent for half a second before breaking into a full sprint.

 

“Oh, hell no!” Taehyung yelled as he bolted toward the house.

 

Jimin laughed, pushing ahead.

 

Jungkook shook his head, grinning, and turned to walk back at a much more reasonable pace.

 

"Happy to see that those two still haven't grown up at all." Namjoon fell into step beside him, reaching down to grab his water bottle off the lawn.

 

Without a word, he held it out to Jungkook.

 

Jungkook blinked in surprise before taking it. “Thanks,” he murmured, lifting it to his lips and taking a long drink.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Namjoon watching him.

 

Or, more specifically, watching his lips.

 

Jungkook felt a blush creep up his neck. He lowered the bottle and licked his lips instinctively before handing it back.

 

Namjoon swallowed, blinking rapidly, before he looked away and took the bottle back.

 

Jungkook bit back a smile.

 

Namjoon held the door open as they approached, his gaze following Jungkook as he stepped inside.

 

The warmth of Namjoon’s attention lingered on his skin, making his stomach flutter.

 

Lunch was set up in the dining room, a spread of soups, salads, and fresh fruit arranged on the table.

 

Hoseok explained softly. "I know it's a random little collection, but I was just trying to clean out the fridge before some of this expires."

 

Jimin gave him a reassuring smile. "It all looks great!"

 

The group settled in quickly, the energy still light from the morning practice.

 

Jin and Yoongi took the seats on either side of Namjoon.

 

Jin had been watching him carefully all morning, and now that they were sitting down, he leaned in slightly.

 

“So,” Jin said casually, grabbing a sandwich. “How are you holding up?”

 

Namjoon chewed his fruit thoughtfully, considering. “Better,” he admitted. “I mean, I still feel… Lost, I guess. But it’s not as overwhelming as yesterday.” He glanced toward Jungkook, who was deep in conversation with Taehyung and Jimin. “It's weird, but... It feels like I'm starting to remember something."

 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Something like..?”

 

Namjoon hesitated, fingers brushing over the condensation on his water bottle. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like… muscle memory. Like my heart remembers something even though my brain doesn’t.”

 

Jin smiled knowingly. “That’s a good sign, right?”

 

Namjoon exhaled a laugh. “Yeah. I guess so.”

 

Yoongi wondered out loud. "Kinda curious... Since we don't really know how the wish worked. I wonder if you're really three years younger, or if you just forgot three years of information."

 

Jin pointed his chopsticks at Yoongi. "Ah! Good point." Jin squinted at Namjoon a little, scrutinizing his face. "I mean, you look the same to me."

 

Yoongi shrugged. "Just a thought. I don't know. But if that's the case, then... Maybe we just need to remind you."

 

Jin nodded along, looking down at his soup. "Yeah, that's way easier than trying to figure out time travel."

 

*

 

A few hours later, soft beats played from Yoongi’s speakers, the melody slow and rich, layered with emotion.

 

Jimin sat cross-legged on the floor, his head tilted as he listened, eyes closed to soak in the music.

 

"You like it?" Yoongi asked, watching him closely.

 

Jimin opened his eyes and grinned. "Of course I do. It’s beautiful."

 

Yoongi let out a small, pleased hum and leaned back in his chair. "Still needs some work, but yeah… I think it’s getting there. I'll probably get Jungkookie in here later, he always seems to know how to fix it."

 

Jimin nudged his knee. "It’s already great. You’re too hard on yourself."

 

Yoongi just smirked, shaking his head.

 

Meanwhile, in the living room, the atmosphere was far less calm.

 

Hoseok let out a loud, dramatic groan as the words YOU LOSE flashed on the TV screen.

 

Taehyung, grinning ear to ear, threw his hands up in victory.

 

"Ahh, sweet, sweet success," Taehyung gloated, stretching his arms above his head.

 

Jin chuckled from his spot on the couch, watching as Hoseok slumped back in defeat. "You should’ve known better than to challenge him."

 

Hoseok pouted. "Whatever. Where’s Koo? He’s the only one who can actually beat this guy."

 

Jin and Taehyung exchanged a glance before Jin looked down at Namjoon, who was sitting on the floor between his legs, casually scrolling through his phone.

 

Without hesitation, Jin carded his fingers through Namjoon’s hair, making Namjoon hum contentedly.

 

"Hey, Joonie," Jin said gently, still playing with his hair. "Would you mind grabbing Jungkook for me?"

 

Namjoon looked up at him with a small smile. "Sure."

 

He shoved his phone into his pocket and stood up, stretching his arms before heading down the hall.

 

*

 

Jungkook jolted slightly at the soft knock on his door.

 

Quickly, he grabbed the small journal he’d been writing in and shoved it under his pillow before calling out, "Come in."

 

Namjoon stepped inside, offering Jungkook a warm smile. "Hey, sorry if I’m interrupting something."

 

Jungkook shook his head, returning the smile. "Not a big deal."

 

Namjoon nodded before getting to the point. "Tae needs a new challenger. Apparently, you’re the only one who can knock him off his throne."

 

Jungkook laughed, standing up. "Are you ready to be impressed by my incredible gaming skills?"

 

Namjoon chuckled, his dimples deepening.

 

Without thinking, Jungkook reached out and poked one, murmuring, "Your smile is adorable."

 

Namjoon stilled slightly, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Thanks."

 

The space between them shrank.

 

Jungkook wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but suddenly, they were close.

 

Namjoon’s fingers brushed against Jungkook’s forehead, gently pushing his hair back.

 

His hand lingered, fingertips grazing along Jungkook’s jaw.

 

Jungkook barely had to think. His body moved on instinct, leaning up, eyes fluttering shut—

 

But then he stopped himself.

 

Reality crashed back into him, and he hesitated, his lips just barely apart from Namjoon’s.

 

Namjoon’s gaze flickered down to Jungkook’s lips before he abruptly stepped back. "I—I’m sorry."

 

Jungkook almost rolled his eyes. "Can you please just..?" His voice was soft, pleading.

 

Namjoon swallowed. "Kook—"

 

"Just once," Jungkook insisted. "I just miss you... One kiss?"

 

Namjoon clenched his jaw. "I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to give you false hope."

 

Jungkook shook his head. “It won’t hurt. I promise.”

 

Namjoon knew he shouldn’t. Knew this wasn’t fair.

 

Namjoon should have walked away.

 

He should have kept his distance.

 

But Jungkook was looking at him like that.

 

Like he was everything.

 

“Besides,” Jungkook added, a small smirk teasing the corner of his lips, “you deserve a birthday kiss.”

 

Namjoon cursed under his breath. “That’s not fair.”

 

Jungkook only tilted his head, waiting, his sweet, bedroom eyes on full display.

 

And Namjoon is just a man. 

 

So, he gave in.

 

And then he was moving—his hands cradling Jungkook’s face as he stared down at him.

 

His hands came up to cradle Jungkook’s jaw, his thumbs barely brushing over the smooth skin as he leaned in.

 

He felt the sharp inhale Jungkook took the moment their lips touched.

 

Soft. Familiar. Perfect.

 

Jungkook melted into him, his hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders as he let himself sink into the feeling.

 

Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest, every nerve in his body lighting up as he finally—finally—got to kiss the man he loved again.

 

It was soft. Careful. But there was something beneath it—something that felt like familiarity, like warmth, like home.

 

And for the first time in days, Namjoon wasn’t afraid of what he couldn’t recall.

 

Because this?

 

This felt like something worth remembering.

 

***

Chapter 5: Attention

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Namjoon settled back onto the floor, positioning himself between Jin’s legs like before.

 

He exhaled softly, trying to steady himself, but Jin wasn’t about to let it slide.

 

Jin hummed thoughtfully and tugged Namjoon’s head back gently so their eyes met.

 

His sharp gaze scanned Namjoon’s face before he raised an eyebrow. "Why do you look like you just walked out of a tornado?"

 

Namjoon blinked up at him, keeping his face as neutral as possible. "I’m fine," he answered, a little too quickly.

 

Jin tilted his head, unconvinced, but after a few more seconds of silence, he simply let go, going back to playing with Namjoon’s hair.

 

Jungkook entered the room a moment later, his energy completely different.

 

He practically skipped over to where Taehyung was lounging, cramming himself into the seat next to him as Hoseok passed him the controller.

 

Taehyung smirked, watching Jungkook out of the corner of his eye. "You’re looking suspiciously happy," he mused as he restarted the racing game.

 

Jungkook just grinned, wiggling slightly in his seat. "Maybe I just know I’m about to destroy you."

 

Taehyung huffed a laugh but didn't miss the way Jungkook seemed to be walking on air.

 

As the game started up again, Jin absentmindedly continued running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair.

 

His gaze flickered between Jungkook’s overly bright smile and Namjoon’s quiet, lingering tension.

 

Something had shifted between them—he was sure of it. But he wasn’t going to pry. Not yet, at least.

 

*

 

A little later, Namjoon found himself sitting in Yoongi’s room, listening intently as Yoongi played a few of their songs.

 

"This part here," Yoongi said, pointing to the screen as he adjusted the audio, "is where you come in."

 

Namjoon nodded, concentrating.

 

Yoongi smirked. "Don’t stress about it. I'll print the lyrics out for you to study. And I’ll be singing along too, so if you forget anything, I’ll cover you."

 

Namjoon chuckled. "That’s reassuring. Thanks."

 

Before Yoongi could respond, Jimin burst into the room with his usual bright energy, plopping down onto the floor between them with a grin.

 

"Hi," Jimin greeted, giving Yoongi a quick kiss before turning to Namjoon. "So, birthday boy, what do you want for your birthday dinner?"

 

Namjoon blinked. "Oh, you don’t have to—"

 

Jimin cut him off immediately, shaking his head. "Wrong answer. I already recruited Jungkookie, which means we can make anything. So tell me what you want."

 

Yoongi nudged Jimin's shoulder, speaking softly to him. "Don't interrupt."

 

"It's fine, hyung." Namjoon hesitated, feeling a little overwhelmed by the idea of them going out of their way for him. "Really, you guys don’t have to make a big deal out of my birthday."

 

"Too late," Yoongi chimed in, leaning back against the bed. "You deserve something special."

 

Namjoon swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of all this attention. His chest tightened, and he found himself standing before he even realized it. "I… just don’t worry about it, okay?"

 

Jimin and Yoongi exchanged glances as Namjoon politely excused himself and slipped out of the room.

 

*

 

As Namjoon walked down the hall, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

 

He pulled it out, scanning a few birthday messages. His heart clenched slightly when he saw the texts from his parents.

 

Happy birthday, son! We love you so much. Call us when you have time.

 

His fingers hovered over the screen for a second before he tapped the call button.

 

Stepping outside to get some fresh air, he sank onto one of the patio chairs and waited as the phone rang.

 

"There you are!" His mother’s warm voice greeted him immediately.

 

Namjoon’s eyes prickled with unshed tears. He hadn't realized how much he needed to hear her voice. "Hi, Mom."

 

He didn’t even know how much he needed this until now—just hearing her voice, knowing that even though his memories were gone, his parents were still here, still loving him the same as always.

 

They talked for a while, his mom asking about his day, about his friends, about how he was feeling.

 

Namjoon found himself smiling despite the lump in his throat.

 

However, he rushed to end the call when she started asking about Jungkook.

 

"Oh, okay!" She'd responded to his interruption. "I'm sure you've got lots of people vying for your attention today. I was just curious how the proposal went, that's all. Call me later and tell me the story?"

 

Namjoon felt his blood run cold, as he tried to stutter out an answer. "Oh? Oh-- Sure thing. I, um. I love you. Talk to you soon."

 

By the time he hung up, his emotions were still raw, and his eyes were a little red.

 

He took a deep breath, composing himself before stepping back inside.

 

The moment he walked in, Jungkook was there, practically bouncing toward him with a bright smile. "Hey! I know you're arguing about it, but I was gonna make some--"

 

"Kook, stop." Namjoon exhaled sharply, still feeling emotionally drained. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Can you just… give me a minute?"

 

Jungkook’s smile faltered. "Oh. Yeah, of course."

 

Namjoon didn’t wait for a response—he just walked past him, heading back down the hall.

 

Jungkook stood there, shoulders sinking slightly as he watched Namjoon disappear from sight.

 

He chewed his lip, confused and a little hurt.

 

Slowly, he wandered into the kitchen, where Jimin was already gathering ingredients.

 

Jimin looked up, immediately noticing Jungkook’s change in demeanor. "What’s wrong?"

 

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t know. I think I did something wrong."

 

*

 

Taehyung hopped onto one of the barstools in front of the kitchen, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Jimin and Jungkook move around the kitchen.

 

Jimin glanced at him with a playful smirk, scooping up a spoonful of the soup he was working on. He held it out toward Taehyung. "Taste, please."

 

Taehyung eagerly leaned forward, blowing on the spoon before taking a sip. His face lit up as he swallowed. "Oh, that’s good," he praised, grinning widely.

 

Jimin laughed, pleased, and turned back to the stove, stirring the pot. "Perfect."

 

Taehyung turned his gaze to Jungkook, expecting a similar look of excitement, but instead, he found Jungkook hyper-focused on the pan in front of him.

 

The younger’s eyebrows were furrowed, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth—an expression Taehyung knew all too well.

 

Jungkook was trying not to cry.

 

Taehyung frowned and sat up straight. "Koo, what’s wrong?"

 

Jungkook shook his head quickly, brushing him off. "Nothing, I’m fine."

 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Liar. Tell me."

 

Jungkook hesitated, his fingers tightening slightly around the spatula in his hand.

 

He glanced up, catching Jimin’s concerned expression as well, and let out a quiet sigh. "It’s just…" He exhaled again, trying to find the words. "I feel like I’m getting whiplash."

 

Jimin frowned, setting down his spoon. "What do you mean?"

 

Jungkook shrugged, stirring the meat in the pan. "I thought I was getting closer to the Joon I knew. But then… it changed again. I don’t know what I did wrong." He let out a humorless chuckle. "I feel like I must’ve upset him somehow, but I have no idea what I did. All I did was kiss him."

 

"You kissed him?" Taehyung asked immediately. 

 

Jungkook hesitated, but nodded.

 

Jimin’s face softened. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

 

Jungkook nodded, forcing a small smile. "I’m fine. Just confused."

 

Taehyung tapped his fingers against the counter, deep in thought.

 

After a few moments, his lips curled into a smirk. "I have another idea."

 

Jungkook sighed, already wary. "Tae—"

 

"Just hear me out," Taehyung cut in, leaning forward. "Why don't we try to make him jealous? See if that jogs his memory at all?"

 

Jungkook blinked. "What?"

 

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Tae… I don't think that's a good idea."

 

Taehyung held up his hands. "Think about it! If he really doesn’t have feelings for Koo anymore, then he won’t care if Kook and I are all close and cozy, right? But if it bothers him, maybe that will motivate him to do something about it."

 

Jungkook hesitated, chewing his lip. "I don’t know…"

 

Taehyung nudged him. "It’s worth a shot. What if this is the push he needs to remember how he feels?"

 

Jungkook remained quiet, mulling it over.

 

Jimin was convinced, although he didn't want to tell Jungkook what to do or what decision to make. 

 

Jimin shrugged one shoulder. "Yeah... Maybe."

 

By the time Jin and Namjoon came out to take their seats at the dining room table, Jin was playfully nudging Namjoon, trying to lift his mood.

 

Namjoon chuckled at whatever joke Jin was making, but there was still something subdued about him.

 

Meanwhile, Taehyung was standing behind Jungkook, his arms wrapped loosely around Jungkook’s waist as he peeked over his shoulder to watch him cook.

 

He made a show of resting his chin lightly against Jungkook’s shoulder, smirking a little.

 

Jungkook felt his heart pound, not because of Taehyung’s closeness, but because he was waiting—hoping—for Namjoon to react.

 

For Namjoon to see.

 

For Namjoon to care.

 

But Namjoon barely spared them a glance.

 

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat, and his shoulders sagged in quiet defeat.

 

Maybe Taehyung was wrong.

 

*

 

Jungkook was just about to set the last dish on the table when Jin caught his wrist, pulling him slightly to the side.

 

Jungkook blinked in surprise, but before he could ask what was going on, Jin sighed and spoke in a hushed voice.

 

"Jungkook, whatever you're trying to do, stop it."

 

Jungkook stiffened, feigning ignorance. "What do you mean?"

 

Jin crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. "You know exactly what I mean. This whole thing with Taehyung? I get it. You want to make Joon jealous. But you're playing a dangerous game."

 

Jungkook looked away, jaw tightening and his stubbornness coming out. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

 

Jin sighed, lowering his voice even further. "Joonie is already struggling enough, and you're making it worse. If you want to remind him how much you love him, fine. But this? This isn’t the way."

 

Jungkook swallowed, avoiding Jin’s gaze.

 

He hated that Jin could see through him so easily. He hated that he was right.

 

Jin reached out, squeezing Jungkook’s shoulder. "Just think about it, okay? Before you end up hurting somebody."

 

Jungkook barely had time to respond before Taehyung called his name, grinning at him from across the room.

 

Shoving his uncertainty down, Jungkook forced a smile and turned away from Jin.

 

*

 

Dinner started off well enough.

 

The group was laughing, sharing stories, and teasing Namjoon for his birthday in good fun.

 

Yoongi was taking small bites of his food while Jimin nudged him, encouraging him to eat more. Hoseok was cracking jokes, making everyone laugh between bites.

 

But Taehyung was getting carried away.

 

He leaned into Jungkook too much, his hand lingering on Jungkook’s shoulder as he laughed at something Jin said.

 

He rested his chin on Jungkook’s arm at one point, and while it was playful, it was deliberate.

 

Jungkook knew what he was doing. But when Taehyung leaned in just a little too close, Jungkook felt it—the weight of Namjoon’s stare.

 

The laughter around the table faded slightly when Namjoon set his chopsticks down and took a deep breath.

 

His voice wasn’t raised, but it was sharp enough to cut through the conversation. "Jeon, what the hell are you doing?"

 

Jungkook's breath hitched. He looked up, wide-eyed, caught off guard by the direct confrontation. "What...?"

 

Namjoon didn’t flinch, his gaze steady. "If you're really trying to rebuild something with me, why are you acting like this? If you're tired of waiting—if you've already decided to move on—you could have at least told me. Instead of throwing it in my face like this."

 

Jungkook’s stomach twisted painfully. The words hit deeper than he expected.

 

The worst part was that Namjoon wasn’t even yelling—he was just... honest.

 

Jungkook shook his head, scrambling to explain. "I wasn’t trying to move on. I was just trying to help you realize your feelings. I thought if you saw me with someone else, it might... I don’t know, make you see things clearly."

 

Namjoon’s expression didn’t change, his voice remaining calm. "See things clearly? I already know that I care about you. I know that seeing you with Taehyung like that is painful for me. Is that what you need to hear?"

 

Jimin set his chopsticks down too, his expression full of hurt at seeing Namjoon so upset.

 

Jungkook opened his mouth, but Namjoon continued, his tone unwavering. "I wish you respected me enough to give me time. I’m trying. Every day, I’m trying to figure out where I stand with you, and it’s confusing enough without you playing these kinds of games. You say you love me, but do you actually trust me to find my way back to you? Because right now, it doesn’t feel like it."

 

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung jumped in, eyes flashing. "Come on, hyung. That's not fair to say, considering how much you keep pushing him away."

 

Jin immediately shook his head, stepping in to defend Namjoon. "That’s not what’s happening. Joon is doing his best. He’s been trying to piece his life back together, and you two are just making it harder."

 

"We're making it harder?" Taehyung scoffed, throwing an arm out. "Koo wouldn’t have to do this if hyung would stop acting like he cares one second and then pushing him away the next. He claims to be indifferent about his feelings but he's got no problem making out with Kookie in the back bedroom."

 

"That’s none of our business." Jin argued back, voice firm. "He's lost years of his life, Tae. You expect him to just wake up one day and remember how he feels? Give him a damn break."

 

Jungkook flinched, guilt washing over him.

 

He hadn’t meant for it to turn into a full-blown argument.

 

Hoseok held up his hands, trying to calm everyone down. "Guys, let’s not do this now. Let's just have a nice dinner and—"

 

"Forget it," Namjoon muttered, standing abruptly from the table. His chair scraped against the floor, the sound ringing in Jungkook’s ears. "Jungkook. Come with me."

 

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat.

 

Namjoon’s tone wasn’t angry—it was controlled. But it left no room for argument.

 

Jungkook hesitated for only a moment before standing up, ignoring the way the entire room fell silent.

 

His heart pounded as he followed Namjoon down the hall, nerves twisting in his stomach.

 

Namjoon didn’t say a word until they reached Jungkook’s bedroom.

 

The door clicked shut behind them.

 

Jungkook swallowed hard, feeling the tension thick between them.

 

He’d wanted Namjoon to react. He’d wanted to get a response.

 

But now that he had Namjoon’s full attention, he wasn’t sure he was ready for it.

 

***

Chapter 6: Secret

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Namjoon sat down on the edge of Jungkook’s bed, motioning for him to do the same.

 

Jungkook hesitated before following, sitting stiffly beside him.

 

His hands fidgeted on his thighs, and he chewed his lip anxiously.

 

Namjoon exhaled, his voice quieter but still firm. "Kook, what were you thinking? Can you just... Explain a little for me?"

 

Jungkook immediately looked regretful, shaking his head. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just... I wasn’t thinking straight. My heart has been hurting so much, I just wanted to do something to ease it, and... I made a bad choice."

 

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temples. "You can’t always act on impulse. You’re thirty years old, Jungkook. You need to act like it."

 

Jungkook stiffened. His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "Don’t talk to me like that. Like I’m stupid or childish."

 

Namjoon immediately shook his head. He didn't mean to say that.

 

Namjoon opened his mouth to apologize, but Jungkook cut him off, standing abruptly. "You always act like this. Like you know better than everyone else. Like you would’ve made a better decision if it were you in this position."

 

Namjoon shook his head again. "That's not what I--"

 

Namjoon tried to calm him down, but Jungkook’s voice rose. "I’ve been trying to be patient. I’ve been trying to be understanding. But it’s not fair, hyung. It’s not fair that this happened to me, and it’s not fair that I have all this love in my heart and nowhere to put it."

 

Namjoon stood, stepping closer to him with a sympathetic look on his face. 

 

"This is a ridiculous situation, and I've been as cool and calm as I can be. I know your life was turned upside down but so was mine. How come everyone has pity for you, but none for me?"

 

Namjoon continued staring at him, just wanting Jungkook to let it all out.

 

Jungkook glared at him though, mistaking his silence for something else. "Nothing to say? Not gonna defend yourself at all?"

 

When Jungkook threw his hands up in frustration, Namjoon caught his wrists.

 

And then, before Jungkook could argue more, Namjoon kissed him—firm and unyielding.

 

Jungkook melted into it for a moment, but then pushed him back a step. "Just because I’m the baby of this group doesn’t mean I’m not an adult. I’m independent, I’m responsible, and I hate that no one treats me like it."

 

Namjoon nodded, voice softer. "You’re right. That wasn’t fair of me to say. I’m sorry."

 

He couldn't quite remember why, but he was trying to lean on his muscle memory. He had a gut feeling that this was the best way to calm Jungkook down to have a real conversation with him.

 

He stepped closer again, backing Jungkook into the wall. Jungkook was trapped, his focus entirely on Namjoon.

 

Namjoon placed his hands on the wall beside Jungkook’s head and leaned down. He kissed him again, slower this time.

 

Jungkook let him, finally relenting.

 

When Namjoon was sure Jungkook had calmed, he pulled back and led him to sit on the bed again. And then, their real conversation began.

 

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, his hands rubbing anxiously up and down his thighs as he chewed on his bottom lip. "Sorry for blowing up like that, I just... I've been trying to be calm about this, and it just feels like sometimes I'm not allowed to be angry."

 

"You're allowed to be angry, Koo. You're allowed to feel the way you're feeling. I know, nothing about this is fair." Namjoon looked down at his lap with a sigh. "Just let me think for a second."

 

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, but to Jungkook, the silence was deafening.

 

Namjoon sat beside him, close but not touching, his hands clasped together as he stared at the floor.

 

A few seconds passed before Namjoon finally broke the silence, his voice soft but steady. "Jungkook, I'm sorry for pushing you away after we kissed. I... I didn’t mean to make you feel like that moment didn’t matter. Because it did. It does." He exhaled slowly. "I just— I wish you would have come to me instead of running off with Taehyung to try and hurt me."

 

Jungkook’s head snapped up, eyes wide with regret. "I didn’t mean to hurt you, hyung. I swear, that wasn’t my intention." His voice wavered with frustration, mostly at himself. "I don’t even know why I did it. My heart’s just been hurting so much that I’m not thinking straight. I feel like I’m constantly chasing something that used to be mine, and I don’t know how to stop."

 

Namjoon stayed silent for a moment, taking in Jungkook’s words, before softly asking, "Do you think I’m worth waiting for?"

 

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. "Of course. I would wait a hundred years to have my Joonie back."

 

Namjoon’s chest ached at the sincerity in Jungkook’s voice. He turned slightly to look at him, eyes searching. "Then please… be patient with me. I’m trying so hard to get my head on straight. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have."

 

Guilt weighed heavily in Jungkook’s stomach, and he let out a shaky breath. "I’m so sorry, hyung. I’ve made such a mess of things. I just— I miss you so much."

 

Namjoon didn’t answer with words.

 

Instead, he reached out and pulled Jungkook into a hug, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

 

Jungkook clung to him desperately, his fingers gripping the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt as he buried his face into his shoulder.

 

He felt overwhelmed, a mix of emotions tangled together in his chest, but above all, he felt relief.

 

The only person that could help him feel better was sitting here in front of him.

 

Namjoon held him just as tightly, resting his chin on top of Jungkook’s head.

 

He wished he didn’t have to be the reason Jungkook was hurting so much. But he was trying.

 

*

 

As Jungkook and Namjoon made their way back to the dining table, the tension from their previous conversation had eased, leaving behind something warmer, something unspoken but understood.

 

The rest of the group sat around the table, a birthday cake in the center, patiently waiting.

 

Hoseok, who had been fiddling with the lighter in his hands, quickly scrambled to light the candles as they approached.

 

Jungkook slid into his seat first, glancing hesitantly at Taehyung, who was still sitting beside him.

 

Before he could say anything, Namjoon stepped behind Taehyung’s chair, resting his hands on Taehyung's shoulders.

 

“Would you mind moving?” Namjoon asked, his voice gentle but firm.

 

Taehyung blinked in surprise before letting out a playful huff. “For the birthday boy? I’d do anything.” He grinned before pushing back his chair and making his way around the table to find another seat.

 

Jungkook looked up at Namjoon with wide eyes, surprised but undeniably pleased.

 

Namjoon didn’t say anything, only offering a small smile as he took the newly vacated seat beside Jungkook.

 

The warmth of their closeness sent a pleasant shiver down Jungkook’s spine, and he found himself unable to keep the giddy smile off his face.

 

As soon as Namjoon settled, the group broke into song, voices blending together in a cheerful rendition of “Happy Birthday.”

 

Namjoon’s grin was wide and unrestrained, his dimples deep as he laughed in between the lyrics.

 

Jungkook reached out instinctively, placing a hand on Namjoon’s thigh as he sang along, enjoying the simple pleasure of their connection.

 

When the song ended, Jin and Yoongi playfully cheered, urging Namjoon on as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before silently making a wish.

 

Jungkook watched him with fondness, fingers unconsciously tightening slightly on Namjoon’s leg as Namjoon exhaled, blowing out the flickering candles in one steady breath.

 

A small round of applause followed, and Jin leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only Namjoon could hear. “Everything okay?” he asked, nodding slightly toward Jungkook.

 

Namjoon turned to glance at Jungkook, who was now helping Hoseok pull the candles out of the cake with a bright, contented expression on his face.

 

A warmth spread through Namjoon’s chest, and he gave Jin a reassuring smile.

 

“Yeah,” Namjoon murmured, “everything’s fine."

 

Namjoon hated to ruin the happy mood of everyone around him, but he couldn't get something off of his mind.

 

He turned back to Jin and lowered his voice. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

 

*

 

The laughter and chatter inside the dining room faded as Namjoon stepped through the patio door, Jin following closely behind him.

 

The night air was cool but not uncomfortable, the string lights overhead casting a soft, golden glow over the space.

 

The distant hum of the city was just barely audible, but otherwise, it was quiet—peaceful.

 

Jin took a seat in one of the patio chairs, stretching out his legs with a small sigh before glancing at Namjoon. "Alright, hit me," he said with a knowing smile. "Are you sure you're okay?"

 

Namjoon, who had been leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, suddenly shook his head, his expression conflicted. "No," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, going against everything he’d reassured Jin about earlier.

 

Jin’s smile immediately faded. He sat up a little straighter, his eyes scanning Namjoon’s face. "What’s wrong? I mean, besides the obvious."

 

Namjoon exhaled slowly, bracing himself. "I have a question," he said, his tone firmer now. "And I need you to be completely honest with me."

 

Jin nodded without hesitation. "Of course."

 

Namjoon hesitated for only a second before looking Jin dead in the eyes. "Did you know I was planning a proposal?"

 

Jin's breath caught in his throat, his lips parting slightly. He blinked, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak.

 

But eventually, he gave a slow, almost reluctant nod. "Yes."

 

Namjoon’s jaw clenched as he processed the confirmation. His fists tightened at his sides before he glared at Jin, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "How could you keep something like that from me?"

 

Jin, to his credit, remained calm. He didn’t flinch, didn’t waver under Namjoon’s pointed stare. "Because I didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much information all at once," he explained smoothly. "And because, if you didn’t fall back in love with Kookie, then it wouldn’t have mattered, would it?"

 

Namjoon let out a breath through his nose, his glare losing some of its intensity. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his frustration down. "That’s fair," he admitted begrudgingly. "I get it."

 

Jin gave him a small, understanding nod. "I really am sorry."

 

Namjoon lifted his gaze suddenly. "Did anybody else know?"

 

Jin pondered for a moment before answering. "Yoon and Taehyung," he said. "Yoongi got a little emotional talking about it the other day—about how you and Tae had helped him pick out a ring for Jimin. Because you were also picking out one for Jungkook."

 

Namjoon's heart lurched in his chest. His throat felt tight, his hands slightly unsteady at his sides.

 

He couldn't believe it.

 

Everyone had been so quiet about it, had let him piece things together at his own pace.

 

He hadn't expected that—hadn't expected them to hold onto something so significant without pressing him about it.

 

And how could he forget something like that? How could he forget about a love that strong?

 

Jin leaned over in his chair, wrapping an arm around Namjoon’s shoulders and pulling him into a firm hug.

 

Namjoon melted into it, gripping Jin’s shirt as he let out a shaky breath.

 

"I'm sorry this all happened," Jin murmured, his voice softer now. "I know it's been hard. And I know it’s not fair. You've always been such a pillar of strength that we all lean on, and I'm more than prepared to be that for you."

 

Namjoon swallowed thickly, unable to respond.

 

Jin pulled back slightly, looking at him with sincerity. "I’ve been holding onto the ring," he admitted. "And I’ll keep it safe until you decide what you want to do with it."

 

Namjoon nodded slowly, feeling the weight of the revelation settle over him.

 

He wasn’t ready to think about it yet—not fully. But knowing that the ring was still there, waiting for him, made something deep in his chest ache.

 

And Jungkook was waiting too, which made him feel even worse.

 

***

Chapter 7: The Balcony Scene

Notes:

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The backstage area hummed with energy, the distant roar of fans filtering through the walls like a pulse that synced with Namjoon's quickening heartbeat.

 

It was finally time for the concert that he'd been been dreading.

 

Namjoon stood near the dressing room mirror, nervously mumbling through his lyrics for the hundredth time. His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of excitement and anxiety clouding his usually calm features.

 

"You’ll be okay," Jungkook murmured, leaning against the vanity beside him, his voice soft but sure. His hand lightly brushed against Namjoon’s, soothing him for just a second. "I promise."

 

Yoongi appeared behind them, casually adjusting his mic pack. "You’re overthinking it, Joon," he said, his tone easy but laced with that familiar quiet support. "I’ll be right there with you the whole time. You mess up, we'll cover it. No big deal."

 

Namjoon gave a tight smile, appreciating Yoongi’s calm presence even as his nerves refused to settle.

 

His mind was a whirlwind of lyrics, choreography cues, and the heavy weight of expectations—not just from the fans, but from himself.

 

Before Namjoon could spiral any further, Jin swooped in, sliding himself under Namjoon’s arm like it was second nature.

 

"Hey, don’t forget," Jin grinned at him, "we’ve got to fake that injury. Can’t have you looking too good out there and blowing our cover."

 

Namjoon chuckled, the tension in his chest easing just a fraction. "Right, right. Wouldn’t want to ruin the illusion."

 

Behind them, Jungkook followed closely, lugging a tall chair in his arms as they made their way toward the stage entrance.

 

The weight of the chair looked effortless in Jungkook's grip, but Namjoon could see the determination in his eyes—like he was ready to carry more than just props tonight.

 

The lights dimmed, and the crowd’s roar swelled into a deafening wave as the intro music started.

 

Namjoon took a deep breath, his heart pounding against his ribs like a drumline.

 

As they stepped onto the stage, Jungkook set the chair near the front, giving Namjoon a quick, encouraging glance before moving into position.

 

The concert started smoothly. Namjoon sat toward the edge of the stage, close enough to see the faces of the fans in the front rows.

 

They cheered for him just as loudly as they did for the others, waving light sticks and banners with his name scrawled in bold, loving letters.

 

It was overwhelming in the best way, and for a moment, Namjoon allowed himself to smile—really smile—and wave back.

 

Taehyung made sure to walk his direction a few times, grabbing his shoulder or his wrist to remind him that he was doing just fine.

 

As the choreography picked up, Namjoon joined in with the arm movements from his chair, his body swaying to the rhythm.

 

Jimin and Hoseok were sure to walk nearby a few times, encouraging him through some of the movements they weren't sure if he remembered.

 

Jimin smiled at him several times, and Namjoon felt calmer knowing that Jimin was there for him just as much as anyone else.

 

He rapped most of his parts without a hitch, the muscle memory kicking in just when he needed it most. The songs he had only learned a few days ago were a little more touch and go, but he managed to hang in there.

 

The crowd’s energy was infectious, and it carried him through the performance.

 

But then, the song they’d all been quietly dreading started—the one Namjoon still struggled with the most.

 

Before he could overthink it, Yoongi and Hoseok flanked him, their mics raised and ready.

 

Without missing a beat, they rapped the entire section with him, their voices blending seamlessly as if the song was written that way.

 

Hoseok’s wide grin was contagious, and even Yoongi cracked a genuine smile as they hyped Namjoon up.

 

The fans ate it up, screaming even louder at the show of camaraderie.

 

Near the end of the concert, a fan tossed a fake rose toward the stage. Namjoon’s reflexes kicked in, and he caught it effortlessly, bowing his head with a grateful smile.

 

The fan’s face lit up, and Namjoon, on a whim, slid the rose behind his ear, earning another round of cheers from the crowd.

 

As the final song wrapped up, Jin and Jungkook made their way over, each slipping an arm under Namjoon’s to help him ‘limp’ to the front of the stage.

 

They stood in a line, side by side, as the music faded out. The seven of them bowed deeply, soaking in the love and adoration radiating from their fans.

 

Walking off stage, the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins, Namjoon pulled the rose from behind his ear.

 

Without thinking twice, he snapped the stem shorter, turning to Jungkook with a soft smile.

 

"Hold still," Namjoon murmured, sliding the rose into Jungkook’s hair, tucking it behind his ear just like he had done moments before. "You deserve this more than me."

 

Jungkook froze for a beat, his eyes wide with surprise before a shy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

 

His cheeks flushed slightly under the stage lights, but he didn’t say a word—just let Namjoon’s gesture settle between them like a promise.

 

As they made their way back to the dressing room, Namjoon felt lighter.

 

Maybe he didn’t have all his memories yet, but in moments like this—surrounded by the people he loved—he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

 

*

 

The dressing room was alive with post-concert energy.

 

The air buzzed with laughter and the sharp click of mic packs being unclipped, earpieces tugged free, and the rhythmic shuffle of sneakers replacing stage shoes.

 

Sweat-slicked hair stuck to foreheads, but no one cared—they were riding the high of a performance well done.

 

Namjoon could still feel the pulse of the crowd vibrating through his chest.

 

The adrenaline thrummed in his veins, making his hands itch to do something.

 

He tossed his mic pack onto the table, ran a towel through his hair, and scanned the room until his eyes landed on Jungkook.

 

Jungkook stood by the mirror, pulling his earpieces off, his dark hair curling slightly from sweat.

 

The fake rose Namjoon had tucked behind his ear earlier was still there, slightly askew but charmingly so.

 

Something about the sight of him—flushed, relaxed, beautiful—sent a rush of warmth through Namjoon’s chest.

 

Without thinking, Namjoon moved.

 

He crept up behind Jungkook, a wide grin stretching across his face.

 

Then, with no warning, he wrapped his arms tight around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him close.

 

“You were amazing tonight,” Namjoon murmured, his voice low and warm against Jungkook’s ear. “Thank you for everything.”

 

Jungkook stiffened in surprise, the sudden closeness pulling a deep flush to his cheeks. “Ah, H-Hyung…” he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper. His hands fluttered uselessly at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves, until he allowed them to rest on Namjoon's forearms.

 

Namjoon chuckled softly, feeling the rapid beat of Jungkook’s heart under his palm.

 

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Jungkook’s neck, just below his ear. Jungkook shivered, his breath hitching audibly.

 

Before Jungkook could recover, Namjoon slid his arms away from his waist, but grabbed his wrist instead, turning him around to face him.

 

Jungkook’s blush deepened, his wide brown eyes locking onto Namjoon’s with a mixture of surprise, adoration, and something softer—something that made Namjoon’s breath catch in his throat.

 

For a moment, everything else disappeared—the bustling room, the noise, the people.

 

It was just Jungkook, standing there, looking at him like he was the only person in the world.

 

Namjoon’s hand came up, cupping Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over the warm skin.

 

Without overthinking it, without hesitating, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s.

 

It was soft, tentative at first, but Jungkook responded almost instantly. His hands found Namjoon’s hips, fingers curling gently as he kissed back, his lips warm and pliant against Namjoon’s.

 

It felt like coming home—like something that had been waiting to happen.

 

From the corner of the room, a loud, exaggerated groan broke through the moment.

 

“Seriously?” Jimin drawled, sitting cross-legged on the floor as he laced up his running shoes. “Can’t you two save it for when we’re not in the room?”

 

"Oh please." Yoongi was quick to throw back. "You love it. You're a hopeless romantic just like the rest of us."

 

The group laughed, the sound pulling Namjoon and Jungkook reluctantly apart.

 

Namjoon chuckled, his forehead resting lightly against Jungkook’s for a beat before he pulled back completely.

 

“You were incredible tonight,” Namjoon whispered, his eyes still locked on Jungkook’s, the warmth in his voice unmistakable. "Everything about you is so impressive, I was literally blown away while I was watching you. So confident... So beautiful. I couldn't tear my eyes away."

 

Jungkook’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. “Thank you,” he breathed, his eyes searching Namjoon’s face like he was trying to memorize every detail.

 

Before they could drift off into their own little world again, Jin sauntered over with a grin.

 

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight, warm hug. “I’m so happy to see you two doing well,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

 

Namjoon and Jungkook chuckled, their arms coming up to hug Jin back.

 

Not to be outdone, Taehyung appeared beside them, slipping his long arms into the mix. “Same here,” he added, his boxy grin lighting up his face. “I was getting tired of all the tension.”

 

Jungkook giggled at Taehyung’s words, the sound bright and infectious.

 

It made Namjoon’s heart swell, the warmth inside him threatening to spill over.

 

And right then, he knew.

 

As if on cue, Jimin and Hoseok bounded over, their energy still at full tilt.

 

“Group hug!” Hoseok shouted, and suddenly, they were all tangled together in a mess of limbs and laughter, the weight of the past few days lifted in that moment of pure joy.

 

In the middle of the chaos, Namjoon tightened his arms around Jungkook, pulling him in close so their chests were pressed together.

 

His lips found Jungkook’s ear, and in a voice just loud enough for him to hear, he whispered the words Jungkook had been longing for.

 

“God, I love you.”

 

Jungkook froze, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, he thought he’d imagined it.

 

But when he pulled back to look at Namjoon, the truth was right there in his eyes—clear, unwavering, and so full of love that it made Jungkook’s heart ache in the best way.

 

A smile slowly spread across Jungkook’s face, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice trembling with emotion.

 

Namjoon’s heart soared.

 

He couldn't believe he had ever let a love this strong slip through his fingers. But he was sure it would never happen again. 

 

For the second time in their relationship, the scene in the dressing room changed everything.

 

***

Chapter 8: Home

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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The house buzzed with energy, a whirlwind of movement and excitement as the group packed up their bags, preparing for their return to Asia.

 

Their tour had finally come to an end, and though they were exhausted, the adrenaline from the concert still thrummed through their veins, keeping them wide awake.

 

Laughter echoed through the halls as zippers zipped, socks slid on the hardwood floors, and last-minute items were tossed into suitcases.

 

Namjoon and Jungkook had taken over Jungkook’s room, the two of them grinning and bumping into each other as they packed his things.

 

Every now and then, Namjoon would sneak a light touch—his hand brushing against Jungkook’s back, fingers ghosting over his wrist, knuckles bumping playfully into his.

 

Jungkook finally teased him. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

 

“I’ll pack my own later,” Namjoon promised, folding one of Jungkook’s hoodies before tossing it into the suitcase. “Helping you first.”

 

Jungkook smiled, shaking his head but letting him do it. “You’re spoiling me.”

 

Namjoon leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s forehead. “Got some time to make up for.”

 

Before Jungkook could respond, a voice called from down the hall.

 

“Joonie!” Jin’s voice rang out, carrying a note of urgency.

 

Namjoon sighed but laughed, squeezing Jungkook’s side before stepping away. “Hold that thought. Sounds like our hyung is helpless without me.”

 

Jungkook chuckled, waving him off. “Go be a hero.”

 

Namjoon found Jin in his room, standing in the middle of the mess, his hands on his hips.

 

Jin turned when he saw Namjoon, his eyes pleading. “I need you,” he said dramatically.

 

Namjoon rolled his eyes but smirked. “You always need me.” He bent down, picking up a few shirts off the floor before carrying them to one of Jin’s open suitcases.

 

As he folded one of the shirts, his eyes landed on the design—a goofy video game character staring up at him with wide, ridiculous eyes. Namjoon’s heart warmed.

 

“No way,” he said, laughing. “You still have this?”

 

Jin turned toward him, raising a brow. “Of course I do.”

 

Namjoon shook his head. “I bought this for you as a joke. I didn’t think you’d actually keep it.”

 

Jin snorted. “Joo. I’ve kept every gift you’ve ever given me.”

 

But then, his teasing expression faltered as something dawned on him. His breath hitched.

 

Namjoon had just… remembered buying it.

 

Jin slowly turned to look at him, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait.”

 

Namjoon blinked, confused. “What?”

 

Jin’s voice wavered with sudden excitement. “You bought that a few weeks ago.”

 

Namjoon frowned. “Yeah…?”

 

Jin’s jaw dropped. “You remember that?”

 

The realization hit Namjoon like a freight train.

 

He shouldn’t remember that.

 

Jin gasped and whipped around, practically sprinting to the doorway. “Yoon!” he called, his voice ringing through the hall.

 

Namjoon stood frozen, the shirt still clutched in his hands, his heartbeat suddenly thudding in his ears.

 

Jin turned back to him, eyes gleaming with something between hope and astonishment. He needed to be sure.

 

“Okay, Joon,” he said quickly, thinking fast. “Your last big purchase—before we came to America. What was it?”

 

Namjoon barely hesitated. “I had to buy a new phone,” he said slowly, his brows furrowing. “I broke my old one.”

 

Jin gasped again, this time launching forward to wrap Namjoon in a tight hug just as Yoongi and Hoseok ran into the room, Jimin and Taehyung following behind them, confusion written on their faces.

 

“What’s going on?” Hoseok asked.

 

Jin pulled back from the hug just enough to turn toward Yoongi, his voice trembling with excitement. “The wish,” he whispered. “It must’ve come true.”

 

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “No way.”

 

Jimin’s face lit up with realization, and before Namjoon could react, Jimin threw himself into his arms, hugging him tight. “Hyung!” he cried happily. “I missed you.”

 

Namjoon laughed, hugging him back but shaking his head. “I didn’t go anywhere.”

 

Yoongi’s brain was working a mile a minute as he turned toward Hoseok, trying to make sense of it. His eyes flickered with understanding. “I thought it would happen on his birthday,” he muttered.

 

Hoseok frowned. “What?”

 

Yoongi turned toward Namjoon again, his expression softer now. “I wished that you would remember what it felt like to fall in love again.” He let out a breathless chuckle. “And now that you do—maybe that’s all it took.”

 

Namjoon stared at him, stunned. But as the words sank in, his chest tightened, warmth flooding through him.

 

His memories were back. All of them.

 

Or at least that's how it felt. He'd have to test it out to be sure.

 

His mind raced—Jungkook, the proposal he had been planning, the years of love and happiness they'd shared.

 

It all came rushing back, every moment, every emotion, every promise.

 

Jin watched him carefully. “You remember everything now, don’t you?”

 

Namjoon swallowed, then nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

 

Jin exhaled, relief washing over his face.

 

*

 

The excitement in the room was still buzzing as Jin suddenly gasped, clapping his hands together as a thought struck him.

 

“The ring!” he exclaimed, whirling around to rush toward his suitcase.

 

Namjoon blinked. “What?”

 

Jin didn’t answer, too focused on digging through his things.

 

He unzipped a hidden compartment, rummaging through a few items before finally pulling out a small velvet box.

 

His face lit up as he turned back toward Namjoon, holding it up triumphantly.

 

Taehyung, who had been standing close, gasped dramatically. “Ohhh. This is kinda insane.”

 

Without hesitation, he draped himself over Namjoon’s shoulder, grinning ear to ear.

 

Jin walked forward, his excitement barely contained as he extended the ring box to Namjoon. “Does this bring back any memories? I know we talked about it a little.” he asked, his voice eager, his eyes searching Namjoon’s face.

 

Namjoon reached out, his fingers closing around the box as he slowly took it from Jin’s hands. His heart pounded as he flipped open the lid.

 

Inside, the ring gleamed under the soft light of the room—a simple but elegant band, carefully chosen, meant to be perfect for Jungkook.

 

Namjoon inhaled sharply as the memories hit him all at once.

 

The day he, Yoongi and Taehyung had spent hours browsing different stores, debating styles, Taehyung constantly pulling out the most extravagant rings just to make Namjoon laugh.

 

The way Namjoon had finally settled on this one, staring at it for what felt like forever, imagining Jungkook wearing it.

 

The nervous excitement he’d felt when he bought it, knowing he was about to change both of their lives forever.

 

Slowly, his lips curled into a smile.

 

He nodded. “I remember.”

 

Taehyung beamed, hugging Namjoon’s arm. “We picked that one together, remember? I told you it had ‘Kookie’ written all over it.”

 

Namjoon chuckled, glancing at him. “Yeah. You did.” He looked back down at the ring, running his thumb along the edge of the box.

 

Jin’s eyes softened. “Do you remember how you wanted to do it?”

 

Namjoon exhaled, nodding again. His smile grew, filled with determination. “I remember everything. I really do."

 

He closed the box with a quiet snap, gripping it tightly.

 

Now, he really couldn’t wait to get back to Korea.

 

Because the moment they were home, he was going to follow through.

 

The others were still staring, stunned into silence.

 

Namjoon suddenly smiled, his heart pounding. “I need to go find him.”

 

Jin’s jaw dropped open a little. "You're gonna do it now?"

 

"No, no. I just... I want to see him."

 

The others barely had time to react before he was moving, slipping past them and rushing down the hall.

 

He found Jungkook still in his room, tossing a sweatshirt into his suitcase.

 

Jungkook turned when he heard Namjoon enter, smiling softly. “Hey, hyung—”

 

But Namjoon didn’t stop.

 

He walked straight up to Jungkook, cupped his face in both hands, and kissed him.

 

Jungkook made a surprised noise, but the second he processed what was happening, he melted.

 

His hands flew up to grip Namjoon’s wrists, holding onto him like he never wanted to let go.

 

When Namjoon finally pulled back, his forehead rested against Jungkook’s. His eyes were shining.

 

“I remember,” Namjoon whispered. “I remember everything. And I'm so sorry that I ever forgot."

 

Jungkook’s breath hitched. “You…?”

 

“I love you,” Namjoon whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I’ve loved you for so long.

 

Jungkook’s throat felt tight. 

 

He'd been hoping-- praying, even-- for his Namjoon to come back to him.

 

And now it seemed, here he was.

 

Jungkook let out a shaky laugh as he threw his arms around Namjoon’s neck. “I love you too,” he choked out.

 

Namjoon held him close, swaying slightly, letting the moment settle around them.

 

From the hallway, they could hear their members cheering, but neither of them moved.

 

For the first time in months, everything was finally as it was meant to be.

 

Namjoon was home.

 

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Notes:

The end my friends - My first fic for this pair, and I love them even more lollll

Thank you all for reading!!! <3