The Way You Remember Me
Greetings from the Abyss of Procrastination
WARNING: AUTHOR IS UNSTABLE.
Hello, beautiful readers! Wait, are you reading this? Seriously? Oh my gosh, thank you! I thought I was just yelling into the digital void, which, let's be honest, is where I usually spend my time.
My name is Riruru and I am officially your new creator/narrator/occasional existential mess.
You might imagine the grand scenario that led me to this moment: perhaps I was divinely inspired beneath a meteor shower, or maybe a celestial being whispered an epic plot into my ear?
The true story is much, much sadder. I was aggressively avoiding folding a basket of laundry the size of a small sedan. I had already finished staring at the wall, scrolling through endless dog videos, and attempting to teach my cat geometry (he failed). I thought, "What is the biggest, most complicated thing I can start right now that will provide maximum distraction?"
And thus, this story was born.
I’m basically the person who trips over air in public, requires three separate alarms to wake up, and still refers to complicated technology as "the glowy box thingy." So if my writing ever takes a sharp left turn into total chaos, please know that it's just my natural habitat asserting itself.
I promise this story will have more structure than my weekly meal plan. We're going to dive into worlds filled with mystery, questionable life choices, and probably a few characters who are also aggressively avoiding laundry.
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Let the chaos... BEGIN!
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The Message I Wasn’t Supposed to Read
[Group Chat -Workplace Updates // 8 : 07 a.m.]
Hoseok
Mr Kim’s meeting’s been moved to 10 a.m. Don’t be late again, JK 😅
Jungkook
I won’t 😭 I set three alarms this time.
Hoseok
He doesn’t like late people. Or loud people. Or people in general.
Jungkook stares at the chat. He’s been working at Kim Corporation for exactly two weeks and still hasn’t spoken directly to Kim Taehyung, the cold CEO everyone whispers about. Yet every time Jungkook hears Taehyung’s voice echo down the hall, something inside him stirs—like remembering a dream he never had
[Private Chat — Unknown Number // 8 : 49 a.m.]
Unknown
You left your sketchbook in the café yesterday.
Jungkook
Oh—thank you! Where can I pick it up?
Unknown
Already gave it to the barista. You draw well.
Jungkook
You looked inside? 😳
Unknown
One page fell open. The portrait. Who is he?
Unknown
Then why draw him like you’ve known him forever?
Jungkook
I’ve been asking myself the same question.
Jungkook blinks at the screen. The sketch—the one of the sharp-eyed man with dark hair and an unreadable expression—feels sacred. He’s drawn that face since high school, long before he ever saw Kim Taehyung in person.
[Office Hallway // 10 : 12 a.m.]
Taehyung walks past, phone in hand, voice low and smooth. The air shifts.
Hoseok nudges Jungkook.
Hoseok
Eyes up, rookie. That’s your boss, not your muse.
But jungkook freezes—because when Taehyung’s gaze lifts, it lands on him. For a heartbeat, both go still.
Taehyung’s expression flickers—confusion? recognition? Then the mask returns.
He says.The words are simple, but Jungkook’s pulse stumbles. He knows that voice. Not from this life. From somewhere deeper.
[Later That Night // 11 : 27 p.m.]
Group Chat — Hoseok & JK :
Hoseok
Survived Day 14. Congrats 😂
Jungkook
Barely. Mr Kim almost smiled though. I think?
Hoseok
That wasn’t a smile. That was him remembering bills exist.
After Hoseok logs off, Jungkook scrolls aimlessly. His phone buzzes again—from the same unknown number.
[Private Chat Unknown Number // 11 : 41 p.m.]
Unknown
You looked sad today.
Jungkook
……..do I know you?
Jungkook
Are you stalking me?
Unknown
Just noticed. You smiled without meaning it.
The messages feel personal, almost too accurate. Jungkook’s chest tightens; he should block the number—but something keeps him there.
[Next Morning // Office Lobby // 8 : 02 a.m.]
The elevator doors slide open. Taehyung stands inside, sleeves rolled, phone pressed to his ear.
Taehyung
Cancel the shipment
he murmurs, voice low.
When he hangs up, his eyes meet Jungkook’s reflection in the elevator mirror.
Taehyung asks.
Jungkook nods mutely.
Silence hums between them. The kind of silence that remembers words that were never spoken.
Taehyung finally says,
Taehyung
You left a page in the conference room yesterday.
The page. A rough sketch of Taehyung’s profile.
[Private Chat — Unknown Number // 9 : 03 p.m.]
Jungkook
Who are you really?
Unknown
Someone trying to remember.
The words steal the breath from his lungs. He types and deletes replies until his hands shake.
[Dream Log — Voice Note Transcription // Night of Nov 12]
Jungkook whispers into his recorder:
Jungkook
I saw him again. Same eyes, same voice. He said my name before I told him. When he touched my wrist, I swear I felt heat—like fire under skin.
[Office Roof // Next Evening // 7 : 48 p.m.]
Taehyung finds Jungkook sitting on the low wall, wind tangling his hair.
Taehyung
You shouldn’t be up here,
Taehyung says.
Jungkook smiles faintly.
Jungkook
Neither should you
For the first time, Taehyung looks unsure of himself. He hesitates, then joins Jungkook, a careful meter away. The city glitters below.
Jungkook
You’ve been here before,
Jungkook murmurs.
Taehyung glances over.
Taehyung
What makes you think that?”
Jungkook
Because I dreamed this
Jungkook
Same view. Same silence. Same you.
Taehyung
Dreams aren’t memories.
Jungkook
Then why does it hurt like one?
The night air thickens. Taehyung’s phone vibrates—a message flashes:
Unknown Number → Taehyung: He’s starting to remember.
He silences it. Jungkook doesn’t see.
[Private Chat — JK & Hoseok // 11 : 19 p.m.]
Jungkook
Hoseok-hyung… do you ever feel like you met someone before?
Hoseok
Déjà vu? Happens. Why?
Jungkook
It’s more than that. When I see Mr Kim, it’s like something inside me wakes up.
Hoseok
Careful, JK. Some memories are heavy for a reason.
But Jungkook can’t stop himself. Every look from Taehyung pulls at threads buried deep in his soul.
[Office — Taehyung’s Perspective // Late Night]
Taehyung watches security footage—Jungkook laughing with staff, tripping over cables, offering candy at meetings. That gentle light in his eyes—Taehyung remembers it from somewhere he refuses to name.
You promised me forever, a voice whispers in his mind.
[Private Chat — Unknown Number // 2 : 17 a.m.]
Unknown
Do you believe in second chances?
Jungkook
Only if I know what I lost the first time.
Unknown
Then find me before I forget you again.
The message disappears after ten seconds. His phone says Number not found.
[Scene — Following Morning // Elevator Ride]
Taehyung stands beside Jungkook, holding a cup of coffee.
Jungkook
“Mr Kim?” Jungkook begins.
Taehyung
Taehyung tilts his head. “Yes?”
Jungkook
Do you ever… dream of people you’ve never met?
Taehyung studies him quietly.
Taehyung
“Every night” he admits
Taehyung
And every morning, I wake up missing them.
Something trembles between them—a heartbeat, maybe shared.
[Voice Note // Jungkook → Self]
Jungkook
I think he’s the man from my sketches. The man from my dreams. But if he is… then why does he look at me like he’s scared to remember?
(Scene — Late Evening // Rain)
The storm breaks while Jungkook leaves the office. Lightning flares, thunder follows.
Behind him, Taehyung appears, umbrella in hand.
he mutters, stepping closer
Taehyung
You’ll get sick.
Jungkook
I like the rain,
Taehyung replies—but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he angles the umbrella over both of them.
For a moment, the world shrinks to rain hitting plastic, breaths syncing.
Jungkook looks up, rainwater glinting on his lashes. Taehyung hesitates, then reaches out, thumb brushing a drop from his cheek. Time folds in on itself—echoes of another life, another storm.
Jungkook whispers,
Jungkook
Why does this feel like goodbye?
Taehyung
Because once, it was.
The screen of Jungkook’s phone lights up in his pocket:
Unknown Number: He’s remembering too fast.
Hours later, Jungkook lies awake, heart thundering.
He replays the moment—the touch, the tremor in Taehyung’s voice.
He types one final message before sleep takes him
[ Text message- Jungkook → Unknown Number]
Jungkook
If I knew you before, I’ll find you again.
The reply arrives seconds later.
Riruru
So here’s chapter one of this story
Riruru
Hope you all like the starting of this
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Echoes in the Rain
[Jungkook → Self — voice note, 7 : 04 a.m.]
Jungkook
I dreamt of thunder again. He was there, standing just outside the light. When I woke up, the rain was still on my skin. How can a dream leave footprints?
Jungkook blinks at his reflection. Eyes swollen, hair damp from another restless shower. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees Kim Taehyung—the way he’d whispered ‘Because once, it was.’
[Group Chat — Work Floor 7]
Hoseok
Morning, everyone. Meeting at 9.
Jimin
I’m bringing coffee. Anyone wants sugar?
Hoseok
JK needs two spoons. He runs on syrup, not blood 😅
Jungkook
You people talk like I’m not here 😭
Jimin
You are here. Second week and already famous. Mr Kim noticed you yesterday 👀
Jungkook
He just said I’d get sick.
Jimin
That’s basically affection from him 😂
Jimin types like laughter—quick and warm. Jungkook hadn’t met him before this job; Taehyung had introduced him as his childhood friend and public-relations head.
[Office Pantry — 8 : 52 a.m.]
Jungkook fumbles with paper cups. A quiet “Need help?” comes from behind.
It’s Min Yoongi—silver chain at his throat, calm eyes.
He pours water into the coffee machine.
Yoongi
Jimin says you draw.
Jungkook
Jungkook blinks. “He talks a lot.”
Yoongi
Only about people he likes,
Yoongi replies.
Something about his steady tone feels safe. Jungkook exhales.
[Private Chat — Jungkook & Jimin // 11 : 31 a.m.]
Jimin
Mr Kim’s office is looking for you.
Jimin
Relax. He probably wants to discuss the presentation. Or maybe he finally learned how to smile. Tell me if he does; I’ll mark the date.
Taehyung’s office smells faintly of cedar and rain. He doesn’t look up right away.
Taehyung
Come in, Jungkook.
Taehyung slides a file across the desk.
Taehyung
You left this in the conference room.
It’s the sketch again—creased, edges wet from last night’s storm.
Jungkook
I… thought it was gone
Taehyung says, voice low.
Taehyung
It looked like it mattered.
Their eyes meet; something unspoken trembles between them.
Taehyung
Did you draw this before or after you met me?
Jungkook
Jungkook swallows. “Before.”
Taehyung’s expression softens, barely.
Taehyung
Then maybe you knew me first.
A beat of silence. Jungkook’s pulse thunders. Then Taehyung looks away
Taehyung
Get back to work.
[Private Chat — JK → Yoongi // 6 : 18 p.m.]
Jungkook
You ever feel like you’re remembering a stranger?
Yoongi
Sometimes memory is emotion, not images.
Jungkook
Then why does it feel like love?
Yoongi
Because maybe it was.
[Evening // City Cafe // 8 : 09 p.m.]
Jimin and Yoongi wait by the window. Rain taps the glass
Jimin
You look pale, bunny.
Jungkook
I keep seeing flashes—places I’ve never been, his face in them.
Jungkook
hesitates. “…Yes.”
Jimin
Then hold on to that. People like Taehyung hide warmth because they’ve been burned by it.
Outside, headlights blur into gold trails. Jungkook’s phone lights up—Unknown Number:
You shouldn’t have drawn him again.
He stares at it, heartbeat quick.
Jungkook
Just a wrong number
[Late Night // Taehyung’s Apartment]
Taehyung stands by the window, city shimmering below. The rain has stopped, but his thoughts haven’t.
He replays Jungkook’s eyes—wide, searching, heartbreakingly familiar.
Messenger
He’s remembering faster.
Taehyung
I told you this would happen.
Messenger
What will you do when he remembers everything?
Taehyung’s reply takes a full minute to appear.
Taehyung
The same thing I failed to do last time—protect him.
He closes the chat, presses his palm to the cold glass, and whispers to the city
Taehyung
Don’t remember me yet, Jungkook.
[Voice Note — Jungkook → Self // 11 : 47 p.m.]
Jungkook
The sound of rain reminds me of someone saying goodbye.
If he’s the reason, maybe I don’t want the storm to end.
The scene dims to the faint hum of rainfall, two windows lit across the same skyline—two people awake for the same reason, each tracing echoes they don’t yet understand.
Riruru
So here’s another chapter for this story.
Riruru
Hope you all will like this
Riruru
Do like comment and subscribe 🤍
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