𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 39

|March-7-2024- California|

Jungkook's eyes snapped open, his mind foggy, as he slowly sat up in bed. The morning light streaming through the curtains only seemed to heighten his disorientation. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the haze, but his gaze kept drifting back to the empty space beside him. A growing sense of unease crept over him, his heart racing as he scrambled to piece together his surroundings. He threw off the covers, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. The room seemed to spin around him as he stumbled out of bed, his eyes frantically scanning the space for any familiar comfort. But everything seemed off, every detail a jarring reminder that something was terribly wrong. His hands shook as he raked them through his hair, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "No, no, no," he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.

He stumbled around the room, his eyes wild with fear, as he searched for his phone, for any lifeline to cling to. But every step felt like a betrayal, every glance a confirmation of his worst nightmare.
"This isn't real," he muttered, his voice hoarse with denial.
But the words felt hollow, the room seeming to close in around him like a trap. With a scream of rage and despair, Jungkook hurled everything he could find across the room, the crash of shattering glass and splintering wood a grim echo of his own shattered sanity.
he bellowed, his chest heaving with anguish, as if the sheer force of his denial could shatter the very fabric of reality.

Jungkook's gaze locked onto the person standing before him, his red-rimmed eyes scanning the stranger's face with a mix of confusion and wariness. The man's polite smile and gentle demeanor only seemed to heighten Jungkook's unease as he struggled to place the unfamiliar face.
"Do I know you?" Jungkook's voice was a low, gravelly whisper, his words laced with a deep-seated uncertainty.

The man's expression faltered, a flicker of concern crossing his features as he set the tray down.
"Sir, I'm your manager," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of worry.
"You don't remember me?" The question hung in the air, a challenge to Jungkook's fragmented memories.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to fill in the gaps of his missing past. He stared at the man, searching for any spark of recognition, but his memories remained stubbornly elusive. His head throbbed with a dull ache, as if his brain was a hollow shell echoing with the absence of his own identity.

His eyes widened in horror as the truth dawned on him: he couldn't remember anything. Not his name, not his family, not his friends, not a single moment from his past. His childhood, his adolescence, his entire life was a complete blank. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for air. Jungkook's hands flew to his head, as if trying to physically grasp the memories that refused to surface. His mind was a void, a desolate landscape devoid of any familiar landmarks. He was a stranger to himself, lost in a sea of uncertainty.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the ocean, his mind reeling with the information Kai had provided. He struggled to process the notion that this villa was his, a refuge from the chaos of his life as a brand ambassador and CEO of Golden Hour. But the more Kai spoke, the more Jungkook's skepticism grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

The revelation about his girlfriend, Y/N, sent a jolt through his system. Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, his mind grasping for any memory, any hint of a relationship. But there was nothing. Only a vast, empty space where his memories should have been.

Kai's explanation of the accident and subsequent memory loss only added to Jungkook's confusion. He felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, unable to form a complete picture of his life. The more he learned, the more questions he had. What had happened to Y/N? What kind of accident had he been in? And why couldn't he remember anything?

Jungkook's grip on the balcony railing tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to hold onto the fragments of his sanity. He felt like he was living in a dream, a world that wasn't his own. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore seemed distant, a muffled hum that couldn't penetrate the fog of his confusion.

"Tell me more about Y/N," Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper. He needed to know more about this person who was supposedly his girlfriend. He needed to understand what had happened to her, and what their relationship had been like. But as he turned to face Kai, he saw the concern etched on his manager's face, and wondered if he was truly ready for the truth.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto Kai, his senses on high alert as he watched his manager fill a syringe. Something about the scene didn't feel right, and Jungkook's instincts screamed at him to be cautious. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and even.

Kai's smile seemed forced, and his eyes darted nervously around the room.
"It's your medicine, sir. Nothing to worry about," he said, taking a step closer to Jungkook.

But Jungkook's unease only grew. He took a step back, his mind racing with questions. "I don't need medication, I'm fine," he said, his voice firm.

Kai seemed not to hear him, his eyes fixed on the syringe as he advanced towards Jungkook. Something snapped inside Jungkook, and he reacted instinctively, twisting Kai's hand and causing him to yelp in pain.

The room spun around Jungkook, and his vision began to blur. He felt a searing pain in his head, as if his brain was being squeezed in a vice. His legs gave way beneath him, and he crumpled to the floor, his body heavy and unresponsive.

As he lay there, Jungkook's mind was a jumble of confused thoughts and fragmented memories. He tried to focus on Kai's face, but it was a blur. He tried to speak, but his words were slurred and incoherent. The last thing he remembered was the sound of Kai's voice, distant and detached, saying something about "the plan" and "can't let him remember". Then, everything went black.

Jungkook's eyes slowly focused, his gaze scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. He sat up, his mind foggy, and his thoughts jumbled. As he looked around, his eyes landed on Kai, who stood in the doorway, a mixture of concern and amusement on his face.

Kai bowed, his voice smooth as silk. "Good morning, sir. You've been sleeping for two days."

Jungkook's gaze narrowed, his eyes fixed on Kai. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice firm, but laced with uncertainty.

Kai's smirk faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure.
"Sir, you forgot again?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Jungkook's heart sank, his worst fears confirmed. His life was repeating itself, like a loop he couldn't escape. He felt like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle, with no way out. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt like he was losing his grip on reality.

He stared at Kai, his eyes searching for answers, but all he saw was a reflection of his own confusion. Jungkook's mind reeled with questions, but he couldn't form the words to ask them. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, and he didn't know how to keep his head above water.

The fear of losing his identity, his memories, and his life, was suffocating him. Jungkook's eyes dropped, and he felt like he was staring into the abyss, with no safety net to catch him if he fell. He was stuck, and he didn't know where to go, or what to believe. The only thing he knew was that he had to keep moving forward, no matter how scared he was.

-"How tormentingly happier I am with you."

Tata!!!
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