A buzz of a sub and a clink of a glass. Blur. Blood. A bathtub filled with blue liquid, under neon pink lights. A man in a mask, a white mask, slowly swinging a blade around his fingers, approaching a girl tied in a chair.
The girl was Ju, and she was tied in rope, and maybe it was her eyes playing tricks on her, or her going insane, but if you stared at the rope long enough you saw fragments of memories. Pain, suffering, torment. And love.
As soon as she pulled her eyes away from the memories, the man was gone, and the blade was sitting on her lap.
She knew what she had to do, she knew she should cut the memories and get free, but they were holding her back. She couldn't escape them- she wanted to relive them, feel the emotion, remember.
She couldn't.
Ju awoke in the same bed she was in last night, in a sweat and a daze. There was a tear rolling down her cheek that matched the beads of sweat on her forehead. Stretching, she made her way to the shower and peeled off her shorts and top before entering the blissful, cold water. Just like her memories, she couldn't piece together the dream last night, only remembering a man in a white mask that painfully resembled Byun Baekhyun on the first night they met.
Ju was beginning to think that wasn't the first night they met. I mean you would. A stranger, that you somehow trust, that you feel a burning connection to, that you're so attracted to. That when you wake up in his room you feel a sense of scraping nostalgia, that you automatically knew where the shower was, where to put your shoes.
Byun Baekhyun seemed like the world's sweetest boy, a kindhearted young man who would take care of her, so why was Ju's heart telling her otherwise?
She brushed it off again, though.
Mistake number two.
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FanfictionJu has amnesia but slowly recollects pieces of her life, including falling in and out of love with the man she is currently with.
