“I am not doing what you’re asking of me to do.”

Taehyung gives Jimin a pointed look, pouting as the older stands his ground with a rivaling scowl, “Come on Jiminie, the girl has been with us for over a week now, I don’t care what went on that night, you are to help her.”

“It’s just this once okay?” He continues, “I want to see you trying at least.”

Frowning, the orange-haired man flicked the other’s forehead, “Yah, you brat, I’m older than you, who are you to give me orders?”

“Oh not me,” Taehyung grins, holding up his hands in defense, “Orders from Kim Namjoon~”

It’s been days, days that turned into a week or so, since you began staying with the polar opposite duo of Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. You wondered how they worked so well together, with the uptight iness of Jimin and the ever cheerful attitude of Taehyung, you’re convinced that opposites do attract - however in a more platonic way.

Ever since that night, both you and Jimin have been avoiding contact with each other. He’d seem more crankier than ever each passing day, while you decided it’s best you leave him alone and not bother him anymore. At this rate, you think, it may take a while to recover your memories.

For the past days, it’s only ever been Taehyung who has been speaking to you and bringing you out to walks, in case something triggers a memory. Sometimes, you laze around in their living room or even sit and watch them work in the office. In the office, you become closer acquainted with the mother of the group, Seokjin, the laid back leader, Namjoon, and the ever smiling sunshine, Hoseok.

However, the character named Min Yoongi is a peculiar one, you could say he’s similar to Jimin in a way, guarded and unapproachable. He’s not as uptight, but in the way he acts towards you. Not that he glares at you or starts breathing heavily and tenses at your presence, more like he looks at you with something you presume is suspicion or possibly caution and hesitation, unlike the fearful and accusatory glint that dims Jimin’s eyes. Yoongi doesn’t make any initiation or show any intention to ever talk to you, always keeping his distance and watching you with calculating eyes. And when you do try, you receive a short response or a simple grunt of acknowledgement but that’s about the end of the conversation there.

Unfortunately for you, and mostly Jimin, Taehyung was called in to sub for a detective in a case, which leaves you with the hormonal grown man on his period practically every day. With how he acts, you’re convinced that he really is on his period.

“Now Jimin, you better not just leave her at home, please do your part of the job and try and help her.”

You wince, ouch, you hope that Taehyung doesn’t really just think of you as some burdening job that he has to do. Jimin on the other hand, you can quite guess that’s how he feels about you, a job he doesn’t want to go through with.

At this time, you wished perhaps the cheerful Hoseok could replace Jimin and be the guide to helping you regain your memories. You’d much rather have the blinding pearly whites rather than the growing frown ruining your mood.

“I am not going out with another woman,” Jimin snaps back.

Just as he turns away, Taehyung grabs your wrist, his other hand reaching for his belt. You blink, catching a glint of silver before a cold metal encloses around your wrist, two telltale clicks echoing in the now quiet room.

Slowly lowering your eyes, you feel your heart drop at the handcuff hugging your wrist. Following the trail of metallic chains, you feel your breathing come to a halt at the other wrist. Before you can find the owner, they’re already creating a bigger uproar than the one playing inside of you.

Your left arm is yanked roughly forward, mirroring the movements of Jimin’s right arm, his hand clenched into a fist as he swings a punch at Taehyung who dodges.

The brunette is grinning smugly down at his friend, twirling a key ring, with what you hoped was the key to these cuffs, around his index finger.

“Kim Taehyung you stupid little son of a !” Jimin growls, throwing a left hook to your relief, “You give me that key right now, or better yet, unlock this right now!”

The younger only quirks a cocky brow as he stuffs the key into his pocket, “I’m pretty sure you’re the little one between the both of us Jiminie, so cute and fun sized~”

“Does it seem like I was joking around?”

Taehyung flicks his forehead and steps back, you assume out of arm’s length to avoid getting hit by the older. He crosses his arms over his chest, and raises his chin indignantly, “No, but seriously, don’t give me that bull about not wanting to go out with another woman, last time was kind of a mistake, but we’ve been living with her for the past week, and plus we promised to help her, so do your part for once.”

“I have to go now, Hobi-hyung is probably waiting for me right now,” he checks the watch around his wrist before moving to walk passed you to the front door. As he passes by, he stops abruptly to whisper into your ear, “Sorry to put you into this situation, I’ll have you guys unlocked when I get done with the case, okay?”

With Taehyung gone, and Jimin dragging you out to walk around Seoul, you kind of wished you’d taken the chance to pickpocket the key from him while he was speaking to you.

At this rate, you feel like sawing off your arm to be far away from this man who’s pulling you around like some excited dog tugged at its leash. Your wrist already feels dislocated from the rest of your arm, but you force yourself to endure it as he tugs you forward to make you walk faster.

Jimin made it fairly clear to you that he did not want to go out with you, but now had no other choice, the displeasure taking the form of a firm frown on his face as he stalks down the sidewalk with you lagging behind him. Whenever your hands graze, you notice him flinch, the muscles in his right arm contracting and tightening.

The longer you walk, you become apparent of your surroundings, how some people stop to stare and whisper and point at your linked wrists, others even mentioning the bandages loosely covering your wound. You catch on that they think it’s some cute couple thing, or possibly something - dirty-minded s, you think - but you can assure them that they are way off the target and that this was some kind of punishment for anything you did wrong when you had memories or in your past life.

“Would you people shut up and mind your own business?!” He snapped, glaring at them, and in return they jump and look away. Sighing, he jerked his wrist, pulling you back the way you both came from.

“W-wait, where are we going?”

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