Do you remember me? (skz fanfiction)

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Hyunjin PoV

"Jeongin!," I shouted.

My head hurted. It was a little difficult to process everything. So the Jeongin that was with me wasn't Jeongin? So was it all a lie? He never felt guilty? He was just fooling us all along?

"Hyunjin, I'm really sorry. I've really started to like you. But it didn't go according to plan because that asshole over there showed up ," he said, grinning amused.

He lowered his gun and threw it on the ground. "I really don't want to hurt you," he said, stepping closer to me. I noticed how my mind was going crazy. He wasn't Jeongin. But he looked like him.

My gaze turned to the Jeongin who was lying on the ground. And blood spurted down his shoulder to the floor. My feet started walking towards him. I fell to my knees and checked his pulse. His heart was beating. "Oh my god," I whispered and let out a relieved sigh.

I took a look at his wound. I just hoped it didn't leave any permanent damage. I brushed a few strands of hair out of his face and looked at him.

I was so so stupid... how could I not realize it. After all, Jeongin was my best friend. And I didn't realize that he wasn't here the whole time. I was ashamed of myself.

Suddenly someone behind me laughed. I turned and looked at Jeongin's doppelganger. "Why are you laughing," I snapped, my eyes darkening. "Oh I just enjoy it when someone suffers," he whispered, his smile looking so gross. Jeongin would never laugh like that. Never.

The gun. I could see it from here. It was on the floor and I could have just taken it. So I got up and ran to the black thing on the floor. My fingers cupped it and I pointed them at the doppelganger. My hands were shaking. My finger rested on the trigger and I could have pulled it at any moment. My body wouldn't stop shaking. I've never held anything like this in my hands. And never could I have imagined pointing it at a human. On a person who looked just like the person I loved.

"You're too cowardly to pull the trigger," he said. And after these words I pulled the trigger. I couldn't kill him, I just couldn't. So I shot him in the thigh and he slumped to the ground, grimacing in pain.

The next moment I ran to the real Jeongin again and lifted him up. I ran towards the house with him in my arms. "Hyunjin! YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" screamed the one who had just been shot while I ran away, which I ignored.

Why? Why did all this happen? i hated it And I hated myself for being so naive. So naive that I was fooled. Did that mean Jeongin was alone all the time? No, he meant that Changbin's doppelganger was here. That meant Changbin was with him. Then his doppelganger had killed Minho?

It was confusing at the same time, but it also made sense. The puzzle pieces all slowly fitted together.

"Shit. What happened?!" I heard a voice that I actually never wanted to hear again. Changbin ran in my direction and looked at Jeongin with a worried look. Changbin. He wasn't the one who killed Minho. His voice sounded more worried. You could tell right away that he behaved differently. But he looked the same. The image of him stabbing Minho and Jisung despairing over it just stuck in my head. "Where are the others? We should take him to them," he said, running alongside me. "I'll take him there. You shouldn't show up your doppelganger did something terrible. The others  won't trust you. I'll explain everything to them but for now you should stay away from them," I said, a little weary from running and carrying. "But where should I go?" he asked and stopped.

At that moment I didn't care. I just wanted Jeongin to be okay. Arrived at our house I ripped the door open and Chan was the first to see me. "What the hell happened?!" I put the injured man on the sofa and looked at Chan with glassy eyes.

"It's not important now. Please do something."

Mar 4th 2023

two chapters today because why not ~yumi