Once Again (Vkook, Old Version)

Chapter Nine

(Jungkook's P.O.V)

I woke up to the sound of my mom's voice. "Honey, breakfast is ready!"

I groaned and turned around, surprised when I felt myself all alone in my bed. Strange. Where was Taehyung?

I sat up, a strange feeling in my stomach. Everything felt so weird and strange, but I simply brushed that feeling off, as I told myself it was just my imagination.

I stood up and noticed I was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. Weird. I didn't remember putting on clothes.

I stepped over to the door and unlocked it, before walking outside. My mom was smiling sweetly at me and I tried my best to return the smile.

"Mom, have you seen Taehyung?"

She tilted her head in confusion, the smile never leaving her lips. And what she said next made my jaw drop and confusion spreading in me.

"What're you talking about, sweetheart? Who's Taehyung?"

I stared at her in disbelief. She was kidding, right? Oh, she had to be kidding. Of course she couldn't have forgotten about her son's boyfriend. ...Right?

"Are you kidding? Taehyung, my boyfriend?"

Okay, obviously she now didn't like the idea of me calling him my boyfriend, as her expression hardened and her smile faded.

"Oh dear. Boyfriend? Jungkook, stop joking and come downstairs." She simply said before walking away from me.

I stared after her, not believing what had just happened. What the heck?

***

At school, I found myself even more confused.

I was sitting next to Jimin at a table in the cafeteria. Jimin was blabbing about his apparently oh-so-sweet boyfriend. Seriously? I'd thought he was...straight.

"You can't believe what he told me yesterday!" He said dreamily, taking a bite of his burger.

I raised my eyebrow, "What did he say?"

"He said he wants to spend his whole life with me! Isn't that super sweet?"

"Uh, sure." I really wasn't in the mood for this.

According to Jimin and my mom, I had never had a boyfriend. According to the teachers and students of my school, no Taehyung existed around here.

I took a bit of my bread, as I thought harder about this, but the more I tried to figure out what was happening, the more confused I got.

"Geez, Jungkook, cheer up. I don't know what's with you, you're usually never this down!" Jimin explained, as he finished off his not-so-small burger.

I sighed. "I told you, it's-"

"Ah! No more! I don't want to hear no more about that dream of yours!" He cut me off, making me roll my eyes.

"Dream?"

"Well, that obviously was a dream. I mean, you know, the thing with that...What was his name, Tae-something?"

"Taehyung," I stated, more to myself than to him, taking another bite of my bread. I chewed rather slowly, as I was not in the mood for eating right now; All I wanted to do was curl up in Taehyung's arms and have him hug and comfort me. But that was pretty much impossible, for I had no damn idea where he was; Or if that really had all been just a dream. Though, the slight pain in my hip told me otherwise. It had obviously been real, but what happened? Nobody remembered Taehyung, except for me.

I groaned rather loudly, slamming my bread onto the table. Jimin flinched and looked at me in shock. "Why'd you do that? You scared me!"

Too confused and exhausted to care, I sighed and let my head rest on Jimin's shoulder.

"What should I do?" I murmured, as Jimin stared at me.

"What are you talking about? God, you've been so out of it today, what the hell is wrong with you? Was the dream that realistic?"

"Jimin, you don't understand." I muttered, pushing my head off his shoulder. I took my unfinished bread and got up, before walking over to the trashcan, in which I let the bread fall. I then walked back to Jimin and sat back down.

"What don't I understand? That you want a boyfriend so badly that you're having super realistic dreams about someone who doesn't even exist and now you're complaining to your best friend that it was all just a dream?"

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped, slamming my hands onto the table and pushing myself up. I glanced at him one more time before rushing out of the cafeteria.

Why was this happening? Where the hell was my boyfriend; what had happened to him? Why did nobody remember him?

Thousands of more unanswered questions were in my mind, as I ran up the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet once or twice. It wasn't long until I found myself on the roof, where I sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest. A sigh left my mouth, as I buried my face in my hand.

I love you so much, and no matter what the hell happens, I will always love you and never, ever leave you.

He had told me this exact thing just yesterday. So where was he now?

***

"Jungkook, please unlock the door." My father said calmly, trying to open the door that I had kept locked for the past two hours.

Ignoring him and not saying a thing, I pulled my phone out of my pants' pocket. I typed the password and then quickly went to 'contacts'.

The list wasn't all that long, but I had to scroll down for a bit until I found Taehyung's contact. I opened it and pressed call, but nobody answered. So I tried to send him a message, that said: Tae, where are you? I miss you. Please come back.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and let out a breathe I hadn't noticed I had been holding in.

"Jeon Jungkook, open the god damn door." My father ordered and I slightly shook my head, even though I knew he didn't see it. "Don't wanna." I whispered. My eyes were stinging and I was afraid my voice was going to crack if I talked more. I didn't want to cry. Not again. Not without Taehyung to hold me and cheer me up with his love for me.

"Jungkook, please, open the door." This time it was my mom desperately trying to make me unlock the door.

I was about to say no again when my phone buzzed in my pocket. My heart skipped a beat and I felt I had stopped breathing for a moment. I slowly pulled my phone out of my pocket.

Please, be Taehyung, please...

And it indeed was him. But the answer wasn't exactly what I had expected.

Taehyung, 7:53 PM
Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name and number?