NEVER FORGET.

People that are actually hurting you

might convince you that you hurt them instead.

Jimin woke up at exactly seven thirty. After doing the exact same routine he always did, he opened his closet to select something spruce to wear. It was a pluvial morning, the sky resembling a dark sea while the sun was nowhere to be seen. The asymmetric drops of rain were tranquilly falling on the pavements or amusingly having a race on his window. Jimin loved to observe their competition, he had an agape for petrichor.

After picking a red, woolen sweater and a pair of tight fitting black jeans, the man placed a beanie on his head and grabbed his briefcase, ready to leave for work. But something held him back. What, he didn't know.

He shoved his wallet in his jacket's inner pocket and after locking his apartment, he decided he should buy himself some tea. Perhaps from the local coffee shop. A small promenade before work will surely prove to be refreshing. He hated crowded places but he had to overcome that phobia eventually.

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''Where the hell are you Taehyung?'' Jungkook whispered and threw his phone back in his pocket. Trying not to believe that he was living in a paracosm, Jungkook was quietly staring at the windows, his amber irises checking the waterdrops cascading on the glass.

''Balter'', a quite unique name for coffee shop, was crowded even this time of day and in spite of the terrible weather. Students were reading their books and some couples were drinking their morning coffee or chocolate. Most people were waiting patiently for their take-aways in order to begin their potentially busy day.

Jungkook just sat there, dressed as warmly as possible. He called the older five times already with no response whatsoever. Fortunately, he had brought a pen and a notebook with him. Opening the first page, he saw the last line he wrote yesterday ;'' Park Jimin will visit his local coffee shop at eight thirty. He will order a warm, strawberry tea, no drops of rum this time and then quickly grab his bag and leave for work''.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he saw the message Taehyung had sent him.

''I am sorry Jungkook but I don't think I can make it today. You can leave if you are already there, sorry''.

''Great! Just fucking great!'' Jungkook cursed out loud, receiving some weird stares from the customers and the waiter. Lifting his hands up in surrender apologetically, Jungkook began to search for his cigarettes.

However, his eyes averted to the shiny, black car that had just parked outside of the shop. The figure was barely visible due to the blurry windows but oddly Jungkook didn't want to get his eyes away from him.

The man's face was covered with a mask and Jungkook could see him staring at his watch a little before he opened the door to enter the building.

It was eight-thirty.

''Jimin! How are you doing? It's been a while'' the waiter exclaimed happily when the man walked into the shop.

''It's been a while Namjoon, how are you?'' he asked kindly.

Jungkook could feel his fists curl, his nails almost cleaving his skin. He sensed his heart beating faster than the usual, his fingers trembling since the man entered ''Balter''.

However, the moment Jimin removed the mask from his face, Jungkook swore he could faint right then and there. The man was a real, walking duplicate of his own imagination. A fictional creation that apparently existed. And Jungkook found him even more ineluctable than his own words could possibly describe. No paper, no novel, nothing could bring justice to that man's splendor.

And then uneasiness started to flow in Jungkook's veins. He checked his phone with hesitant movements. It was eight and thirty two minutes. Everything matched till now, even the car and the bag, Jimin was holding with his hand.

''What will you take Jimin?'' the waiter asked with a vivid smile.

''A strawberry tea could do''.

''Should I add r..''.

''No, no! I would rather drink it uncompounded. Thank you'' he uttered and waited for his turn.

Jungkook must have been staring too intently but he couldn't take his eyes away from him. The similarities were beginning to scare him and deep inside, he thought he was turning demented.

The man was even wearing black and red and he arrived precisely at eight-thirty.

But Jungkook could never believe nature could create such a man. He should rip the pages he had written and write them all over and over again until he makes sure that his description could depict the minimum of Jimin's pulchritude.

From the brownish eyes to the plump pair of lips to the muscular thighs Jungkook could detect under Jimin's pants and unbuttoned coat, the man was a feast for everyone's to experience. And the twenty three year old could sense the pair of eyes around him staring at Jimin with awe or conceivable lust.

''Ready Park'' the waiter handed him over the plastic cup and Jimin paid him back.

''Thank you so much...I would have stayed longer but I am in a hurry, got to go to work'' he muttered and quickly grabbed his briefcase, rapidly exiting the shop.

Jungkook couldn't make his legs move. He must have been going insane, there was no other explanation for it. Unable to think of another justification, he grasped his pen and wrote on the paper: '' In three minutes, Park Jimin will come back in the coffee shop to buy himself a chocolate muffin''.

He had no idea how this sentence popped in his head and why he had written it down in the first place. But in his mind, Jungkook believed that he could somehow control Park Jimin's movements, like a puppet on a string. This can't be happening, someone was teasing him.

He stood up and left some money on the table. He packed his things as fast as possible and after wearing his jacket, he ran outside and stopped next to the door. And in a matter of seconds, the now familiar, black car took a sharp turn and pulled in next to the shop for the second time this morning.

Jimin jumped out of the vehicle with his hands in his pockets and began to make his way towards the door. Automatically, the sprockets of his mind working rapidly, Jungkook spread his hand and opened the door for the blond. Jimin gave him a polite smile and whispered a small ''thank you'' before walking inside. Jungkook followed him back in the shop, his hands sweating.

''Please don't order a chocolate muffin. Please don't order a chocolate muffin because if you do I will start to believe I am getting crazy''.

''A chocolate muffin please...I don't know why, I suddenly had the urge'' Jimin cracked a smile to the waiter who laughed with him.

Jungkook just ran out of the shop, incapable of feeling his legs. He sat on a bench and began to breathe very slowly, thinking that oxygen would never reach the bottom of his throat. And as if nothing had happened, Taehyung decided to call him at that precise moment. With his fingers trembling more due to the startle and not because of the crisp, he answered to the man.

''I am so sorry man, something happened...Hey, Jungkook, are you okay? You are breathing really heavily...Say something, you are scaring the shit out of me'' Taehyung's deep voice echoed through the phone. The young raven haired was just breathing excessively and all the words he was trying to mumble were nothing but incoherent.

''I...I saw him...Taehyung. I saw Park J-Jimin'' he spoke, his voice barely audible.

''So he actually visited the shop? And? Did something happen? You are scaring me Jungkook''.

''I can't tell you know Taehyung. I will call you later'' the younger muttered and before Taehyung was able to form a sentence, he ended the call. His jewel-like eyes averted to Jimin's figure running away from the shop while happily holding a chocolate muffin.

The man seemed to be in a rush, licking his lips multiple times and almost stumbling on his way to the car. Jungkook thought that he looked like a complete stalker, his curious gaze never leaving the stranger's figure. And then he got an idea.

Running expediently back to the coffee shop for the third time this morning, Jungkook began to push the other clients until he was the first in line.

''Sir, I would suggest you should wait for your queue...''.

''I don't want to buy anything, I just want to ask a couple of questions. May I have some of your time...Namjoon'' he read the name-tag that the waiter was wearing on his uniform.

''S-Sure'' the brunet replied tentatively.

''Thank you, thank you. I didn't mean to be rude...My name is Jeon Jungkook, sorry to bother you again'' he stated and brought his hand forward for a handshake.

''What would you like to know Jungkook? I am Kim Namjoon by the way'' the man added and returned the gesture.

''I was wondering...Do you know Park Jimin? The blond man who entered the shop a few minutes earlier''.

''Um yeah, I know him...I mean he used to be a frequent customer but now not so much. Why are you asking though?''.

''No reason...One of my friends is quite interested in him and since she is really shy...''.

''As far as I know Jimin is more into men but don't let her get her hopes down'' Namjoon remarked.

''He is gay?'' Jungkook belted a little louder than he expected.

''You sound...so cheerful'' Namjoon noticed.

''No, no...don't get me wrong. I am just sad for my friend, that's all. Um...How old is he again?'' he tried to sound as indifferent as he could. Very smooth Jeon, very smooth.

''Twenty five I believe... Excuse me now Jungkook but I really need to return back to my...''.

''One last question please'' the raven haired interrupted the waiter. ''When he orders what he wants, he always chooses hot tea, right?''.

''Y-Yes''.

''With two drops of rum?'' he inquired, hopefully waiting for a negative response.

''How do you know that? You are creeping me out'' the waiter gasped.

''Thank you Namjoon. Sorry for bothering you again'' Jungkook mumbled and with anxiety written all over his face, exited the shop, neglecting the loud voice of the waiter that was yelling his name.

This was impossible. The younger felt as if someone was playing tricks with his mind.

Park Jimin was real. Not just in his upcoming novel.

But in reality as well.