How scary can it be not to know whether you're living in reality or in your dreamland?
And what if it goes on for months?
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We are not fallen angles.
Neither are we pure evil.
The thing is that we are a confusing mix of both.
The "good guys"...
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"I think I've fallen for Taehyung.. All over again."
I found it really hard not to laugh when Jungkook chocked on his drink. Was he that surprised? Feeling myself starting to fail at hiding my smile, I quickly got up and grabbed him a glass of water since he was still coughing.
After he finished drinking the water, he kept his head down as he cleared his throat. He looked so shocked as if someone just poured a bucket filled with ice over his head.
Oh poor thing.
"Jungkook," I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
You were such a snake, R.
I know.
He shook his head, coughing for one last time as he stepped back slightly, tilting his head at me. "Why the hell are you telling me that?"
Always possessive.
"I know you don't care." I spoke with such kindness in my voice that it sounded so real. "And I'm not here to talk about Taehyung.. It's about you.. The imaginary you, actually."
"What-imaginary?" He was confused. Perfect, because that's what I wanted. "What do you mean?"
"As you know, I lost my memory.. And instead, I was living another life, which turned out to be a mere fantasy." I sighed while looking away for a second, pretending not to notice the way he just gulped. "I wanna tell you about it."
"Why?"
To fuck your brains up, Kuku!
Stop it!
"Because it's all about you." I looked at him again, shrugging my shoulders. "In that life, I had no one else at all.. But I wasn't complaining." I continued my words in a whisper. "I loved it."
I could see that Jungkook found it hard to keep his face the same stern and emotionless. His eyes softened as he shortly looked in front of him before turning to me again. "And?"
Oh.
He wanted to hear more.
He wanted to hear me talk about him with so much affection and love again. He craved it, and I could clearly see it in his eyes.
So, that's what I did.
"Let me start from the beginning," I drew an uncertain look on my face as I continued. "Would you mind that?"
"Not at all." He answered without hesitation.
He ain't seeing it coming.
"This life started after the accident. You told me that you loved me, and I was already in love with you."
