"No.." Jungkook whispered sitting on the chair and looking at his notebook where he wrote 'Please help my daughter!'. Jungkook grabs his hair tightly and closes his eyes tight thinking about that day
Flashback (the day Jungkook got half of his memory back):
"Please help my daughter" Jungkook quickly covered his mouth as his eyes were wide open in shock with his lips trembling "What was that" Jungkook asked himself and looked at his trembling hands when his ears were covered with a squeaky noise and his head started spinning. He closed his eyes tightly in pain falling to the floor in pain but didn't scream as images formed in front of his eyes "Please help my daughter! She's in danger! Please! Mrs. Jeon! Mr. Jeon!" Jungkook bites his lower lip in pain making it bleed
"M-My neighbors cannot do it alone! PLEASE SOMEONE!" "Ajussi?" Jungkook gasps "That was me.. That's me.. It is my voice." Jungkook's lips trembled as blood dripped down from his lips "FUCK!" Jungkook shouts as the pain strikes again "P-Prince! I need your parents! Where are they!?" "I don't know.." Young Jungkook breathes hard "NO! YOU SHOULD KNOW!"
Flashback ending.
"I DON'T!" Jungkook shouts grabbing the table, digging his nails in it. He realizes and closes his eyes shut throwing his head back "Fuck.. Why wasn't the face visible.." Jungkook brushes his hair back with his fingers as he thinks hard and long "Why weren't the faces visible?" Jungkook repeats "They weren't visible.." Jungkook closes his eyes "Let's try with Jimin's face." Jungkook slowly opens his eyes "It was clear.." Jungkook gulps scared "Am I taking drugs..?" He slaps himself "Fuck no! Me and drugs.. Fuck no, fuck no, fuck no!"
"Fuck yes?" Jungkook asks as his eyes widen and he runs towards the dressing table and looks at his face. He stretches both his eyes, pinches his skin, and then touches his lips. "My lips.." Jungkook took a tissue and dropped some water on it from the jar in his room. He rubbed it against his lips as the clear red bite mark of his teeth was visible on his lips "I need to get waterproof lipsticks.." Jungkook exhales "How do I inspect the drugs?"
"My doctor- No.. He'll notify them." Jungkook exhaled and thought for a while as he looked around. "Am I taking any meds..?" Jungkook shook his head "No? Oh wait, I am!" Jungkook runs towards his drawer and opens the first one taking out the medicine "But this is for my.." Jungkook pauses and thinks for a while "She never let my doctor talk to me except her.. Could this all be... Mother?" The packet slips out of his hands as he scoffs "I have an idea.."
********************************"Jimin! Baby, you're here!" Mrs. Jeon smiles and hugs her tight as Jimin hugs back "Good Morning, Mrs. Jeon." She says with a wide smile. Mrs. Jeon chuckles and breaks the hug "You too. Jungkook will be up after a wh-" "NUNA!" Jimin and Mrs. Jeon turn their heads toward the staircase to see Jungkook. Jungkook ran to Jimin as Mrs. Jeon gasped "You are up early. Is something troubling you?" Jungkook quickly shook his head flashing a wide sleepy smile "I was just thrilled that she arrived. I feel relaxed with her." Mrs. Jeon chuckles "Alright,"
"Let's go-" He pulled her by her wrist but Mrs. Jeon stopped him "Son, I know you are happy but she has to change." "That's not essential." Mrs. Jeon glares at him "It is. Now, if you'll excuse us." She leads Jimin to the changing room as Jungkook exhales "Fuck, what am I doing.. I am making myself obvious." Jungkook brushes his hair back and walks back to his room.
*******************************"Who is it?!" Jungkook shouts after hearing a knock on his door "It's Jimin, prince!" Jungkook's eyes widen as he quickly runs towards the mirror and fixes his hair "Don't look depressed." He reminds himself and clears his throat as he jogs to the door and opens it. He looked at Jimin's outfit making his jaw drop "You're supposed to wear this?" He asks earning a nod "Yes." She replies almost in a whisper

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PRINCE | A JIKOOK FF |
Fanfiction"I hate this" she whispers, "I hate this feeling" she whispers again, "I hate how he makes me feel," she says, ****************************************** What could happen if the prince met a beautiful and poor young woman? Would their meeting be a...