I'm currently sitting on a couch in Namjoon and Jin's house. They invited Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook and I over to hang out this morning. Yoongi, Jungkook and Namjoon are playing some video game and Jin is cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey Taehyung," Jungkook says, grabbing my attention and pulling me out of my thoughts. "Do you want to play a round?" He offers me his controller.

"No, you can keep playing," I shake my head. Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi turn around to face me too.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks and I fake a smile, nodding to them. I've been debating whether or not to tell them about my 'meetup' with Jimin.

"What have you been thinking about? You've been spacing out ever since we got here," Yoongi speaks up. My smile fades away and I look down at my hands. I stay silent for a moment.

"I met up with someone yesterday," I say, looking back up at them. They don't say anything and wait for me to continue. "It was Jimin,"

Jungkook drops his controler and brings his hands up to the sides of his face.

"What?" Hoseok yells. Jin comes out of the kitchen wearing an apron with a spatula in his hand.

"Whats going on?" He asks, waving the spatula around.

"You met Jimin yesterday?" Hoseok continues, shocked. Jin's jaw drops and he walks up to the five boys. 

"you met Jimin?" Jin says.

"um... yeah," I look up at Jin, frowning slightly, still upset about the events that happened the previous night.

"Thats great! Why didn't you tell us earlier, we should all go out sometime," Jin says happily before confusion comes across his face. "Wait, I though he was dead,"

"I don't think hanging out with him would be possible," I say, looking back down at my hands.

"Why not?" Namjoon asks.

"He said he doesn't remember me... he called me a stalker and he really doesn't want me to go near him," I explain, a tear sliding down my cheek.

Hoseok comes up to me and hugs me.

"He doesn't remember you? Does that mean he doesn't remember us either?" Yoongi says in disbelief.

"He has a girlfriend?" Jungkook says in even more disbelief.

"Yeah... his hair is pink now, it suits him. And he has a girlfriend. Thats all I know. I left after that," I say, pulling away from Hoseok. 

"That's terrible. How could he not remember? How is he not dead, did they lie to us?" Jin asks, confused. I shrug. "Well I finished cooking so if you guys want some pancakes come grab some and we can talk about this while we eat,"

Everyone gets up and we walk into the kitchen. I only take one pancake instead of piling my plate like I normally do. I'm not hungry right now.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" Yoongi asks by my side. I look down at him since he's shorter than me. 

"yeah, I'm not very hungry," He nods, understanding.

"Alright, don't starve yourself though," he says and grabs a few pancakes off the stack. I nod and walk to the table.

I sit down in the empty seat next to Jungkook and start eating.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks and I look at him. I nod and give him a fake smile. I'm not really okay but I don't want them to worry about me. I've spent the past three years thinking that Jimin was dead and grieving for him when he wasn't even dead. And now he just shows up and has no clue of my existance.

Everyone fills in the previously empty seats at the table and Namjoon talks first.

"Maybe he has, or had, amnesia. Thats why he couldn't remember you," Namjoon says and it makes sense.

"But then why did the doctors tell us that he died when he clearly didn't?" Hoseok speaks up.

"And why did he show up now, three years later. Why didn't we see him earlier if he was in the same area. We should have bumped into him already," Jin adds.

"This makes no sense," Jungkook says, confused. "Nothing's adding up..." he trails off.

"Can we talk about this sometime else?" I ask shyly. "I don't want to think about everything right now,"

"Yeah, Of course," Jin says. "Sorry,"

"It's okay," I say quietly.

The conversation ends and we eat in silence until everyone finishes.

Hopefully we find out what's really going on and hopefully everything will be aright in the end.