Amnesia (BTS's Jungkook Fanfiction)

- Amnesia 8 -

Somehow, I must have fallen asleep again because the next thing I knew was that I woke up alone on the grass. At first scared I looked around and relaxed only when I saw Jungkook standing a bit further away and talking into his phone. I smiled. I felt my resistance against his growing attention towards me wouldn't last long anymore. But as he turned around, my smile froze. I immediately knew something was wrong. He looked worried. I got up and walked towards him. "What happened?", I asked right after the call ended. "The police called", he began cautiously, "somebody asked about you."

More anxious than ever since I lost my memory, I was sitting next to him at the police station. Jungkook refused to let me go alone even though I told him I could do it. But now I was happy he was that stubborn. I hold his hand so tightly that my knuckles were white. Every now and then he looked at me and told me it would be alright. But apart from that none of us knew what to say. Then the police officer finally approached us and told me to follow him. I looked at Jungkook. "Do you want me to come along?", he asked. I thought about it but then shook my head: "I have to do this alone." He nodded. "I will be waiting right here if you need me", he said, "good luck." He paused and then added: "It will be fine. You will be fine. Count to three and let go off your worries. Come on. Together. One, two three." I took a deep breath like he said, nodded and, feeling that it indeed helped a bit, I let go off his hand. "Thank you", I said, turned around and went into the room the police officer showed me.

Inside stood a young woman – around my age, with long dark blonde hair and sorrowful brown eyes. It was obvious to me that I knew her, but it didn't click just yet. She supressed a sob and ran over to me. Hugging me tightly she said: "I am so glad you are alright." Now she really started to cry. I didn't know what to do so I just patted her head and repeated what Jungkook said to me earlier: "It will be fine. Count to three and let go of your sorrow." I didn't know if it was for my own comfort or hers, but it helped both of us, it seemed. Slowly her tears started to dry. "The police told me you can't remember anything. Do you... do you remember me?", she asked. I felt so bad, but I had to admit it. I shook my head but said: "I know I should know you though." "Oh, Katy..." She looked like she was about to cry again. "I am your friend. Leo. We were really close." I almost cried along. Why would I forget that? She took a deep breath again. "Ok", she continued, "from the start." She took my hand and gestured me to sit down. Then she also sat down next to me and started to tell me everything.

After she finished, I didn't realize I was crying. I barely recognized that she pulled me close. I finally remembered. Though I couldn't believe what I heard. But I knew that it was true. My whole past attacked me with all its might: My childhood, my family, my friends, my time of studying – indeed I did something with plants. The wedding of my brother. My grandma's death. And then – the crazy person. The serial killer, frighting the whole country. Who broke into our house one day. Our family gathered for my parent's wedding anniversary. He murdered everyone. Except me. I was able to escape. My friend – Leo – that helped me to get away from him. Accompanied me to the airport. Sat me in the airplane to here. Why again? Ah, right. The police advised us to do so. "Get that girl out of the country. He's dangerous. And smart. And she's a threat to him." She gave me money for along the way. Promised to tell me when the threat would be over. Then: the evening I suddenly stood right in front of that crazy person. I ran away – onto the street. I got hit by a bicycle. Nothing very harmful but enough to explain the bruises. And seemingly also the amnesia. I got up – still terrified and running for my life. And then I suddenly stood in front of the car. I don't know why I stopped there. I just stopped. Jungkook. Oh my gosh, Jungkook. THAT Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. From BTS. The golden maknae. Furthermore, my ultimate bias. But I didn't even really realize it was indeed him. He helped me. We lived together – OH MY GOSH, WE LIVED TOGETHER – until now. And currently I was sitting here hearing from my friend, my dear, lovely friend that the police told her they found the murderer. Dead. Obviously while chasing me he got hit by a car himself. He wasn't as lucky as I was. How he found me here in this completely different country – no one had a clue. But it was over. I felt relieved but at the same time incredibly sad as I realized that I somehow got my family back – but all that was left was memories.

After quite some time I felt that somebody else was around. Still not able to fully get back to reality just now, I only realized that somebody was picking me up and carried me out. Slowly it came to my mind that it was Jungkook. He carried me to the car. He seemed to have told my friend to come along because as he drove off, I figured she was sitting on the back seat. When we arrived at home – or what was my home for the last weeks – he helped me out of the car again and led me to the couch, somehow got me seated, calmed down Cino and while my friend sat beside me he went into the kitchen and made us some tea. I still didn't say a word until he got back while Leo still sat next to me helpless. Now Jungkook sat down on the other side as well and this time he pulled me in. "It's gonna be alright. Life goes on", he said and kissed my head. My last protecting wall started to crumble down and I started to cry uncontrolled. He held me the whole time and I felt my friend coming closer and comforting me as well.