"What exactly happened!?"

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"What? Excuse me." I try sounding calm. I shouldn't be rude just for this. I take a deep breath. He is trying to compose himself while the other try to soothe him. I stare at them with respect.

Before he can say something, I continue. "Sir, you must be mistaken me for someone else. Can you specify?" I say. I already can see tears welling up in his eyes. I feel sorry for him, though.

"Yo-you don't remember me?" He ask me and I say "Sir, I think you really are  mistaken. Please try to elaborate so, I can tell you if I really am who you are searching for."

He breathed out impatiently. "I am Jeon Jungkook. I am your boyfriend. Don't you remember your stay at my place 3 years ago?" He ask me and I try to think. 3 years ago, I wasn't even a man, I was.

"I don't really remember staying at anyone's place, sir. I am sorry. Maybe, I am not the person you are searching for or thinking about. Which month are you talking about, sir? " He yelled out, "No!" I flinched at it slightly. I continue answering.

"I am sorry, sir. Things were really hard for me that time. Me and my mother." He closes his eyes totally frustrated. I can sense it bit, if I be patient I can differentiate.

"Would you mind telling me what exactly happened 3 years ago?" The pale man asked me. "Yes, sure, sir. Well, I was met with an accident and I was in coma for almost a month. The doctor said it was a miracle. My mom, being a sensitive lady, stopped me from working for three years.

I had to take rest at home because she didn't want me working even after the doctor told it was fine working. And after3 years now, I applied for an interview and I am here." I said with an apologetic smile.

"Kook, think about something which is syepn enough to remind him about you. There must be something. Think kook, think." I heard a man telling to the guy questioning me.

He thinks for a moment and his head quickly snaps up. I look at him in anticipation and the next question makes me question myself. Maybe, he is the one.

"The corrior. The corrior I sent to your mom with a chain and a diary. The chain hasy name carved on it and the diary which is yours. Do you have that chain with you?"

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