d i f f e r e n t -koo junhoe

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(a/n) - - im stealing my phone from my parents, this is not good as it is counted as breaking the rules but just, just, okay . im doing this for you . thats right . cry a river cuz i love yuh . okok lets swim through part 4 :'')

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( AUTHOR - POV - )

"G-gain what? " Jihoon, Yoori's dad, told her daughter to repeat her words, to make sure he didn't misheard.

"My memory," Yoori raised her eyebrows, waiting for his response.

Jihoon gasped silently and scratched the back of his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Why, dad? Can't I?"

"No, it's not that you can't, it's just, honey you have to understand that I-"

" What? You don't want me to be in pain? That reason all over again? Oh come on, it's been the 5th time and you're still giving me that excuse. I have the right to know about my past, but when you're giving excuses like these, I feel like you don't even want me to find out about a part of my life I deserve to know about. All I could remember was me getting bullied, and you even scolded me for gaining that piece of memory back. Exactly what the heck are you stopping me for?! " She shouted and slammed the door to her room as she ran inside.

" Everything. I'm stopping you for everything. This is for your own good, I mean no harm, I just want you to be safe. I don't what you to remember that painful past in which I didn't save you for back then, " he talked to himself, sighing.

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( MIN YOORI - POV - )

I don't understand. Just why, I just want to know why. The reason he's stopping me. I want to know how I lived back then. A simple little memory I strongly want to know of.

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" Hey, listen, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to say that, " Junhoe sped as I walked faster, escaping from the silent hallway.

" Shut up, " I snapped as I was pausing my steps.

" Yoori, I-, " he sighed, standing infront of me now.

" What, you asshole. What. " Frowning, I spoke harshly to him.

He kept quiet and rested his hands on a locker, taking a deep breath. It was quiet for a while.

" WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FREAKING REMEMBER ME?! " Junhoe suddenly shouted, punching the locker.

My heart started beating like crazy, thinking of what he would do to me when he's mad, as a man.

" What kind of crap are you talking about now, " I looked elsewhere, sighing while saying that.

I felt like I was being pushed suddenly, and the next thing I know, his face was right next to my ears. Oh crap, what the actual hell.

" Do you want me to make you gain your damn memory back ? " I could feel his hot breath making its way to my ears, making me shiver. I don't even know what he's up to.

" How do you know about my memory ? " Almost stuttering as I asked him the question that was flying around my head the moment he said it.

" How do you think I know ? " He smirked and looked at me while our noses touch. Yes, he was that close.

" You're creeping me out right now. " I gulped, I actually gulped so loud he chuckled softly. " You've been bothering me since yesterday, what the hell do you want? Knowing my secret and all, "

" How is your memory a secret? " His face still being close as hell, he tilted his head.

I did have a deep thought for a while, why would this be kept as a secret? For all I know, Obama might even know about my past. "I don't know,"

"Well, I can help you. "

" How? "

" I played a big part in your past. "

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(ending note) - - IKR SO SHORT ill make a longer one i prohmes . thats if i have the mood to do it, it depends on how my results are, if im happy with it then i might have the mood to do every single thing, including doing a longer chapter. but if its not good, then ive gotta pause and start working my ass off, no more playing . welll, byee 🐒💞

edited; may 5th