Lost and found ( bts story )

PROLOGUE

YOU

I wake up feeling nauseous, not knowing where I am or how I got there, or who the hell these seven guys sitting in front of you are?! You look right and left and all you see are these giant brick walls that you haven't seen in your life surrounding you, those guys are speaking a language I can not understand, or can I? I start to concentrate on what they are saying and I suddenly realise that I know this language and I have no idea where I learnt it. "Hey, are you okay?!" I look around to see a tall black haired guy who looks like a 20-year-old man wearing a very nice suit surrounded by other people wearing the exact same suit with just different coloured pants. "Y-yeah im fine thanks" you say still feeling dizzy.
I'm not really fine, but I don't want to increase the worried looks on there faces. Something keeps on bugging me though like I have something important to me that I am forgetting, a necklace maybe? Hm no I feel as though it's more important then that but then I come back to the realisation that you have 7 incredibly good looking men surrounding me, that are dressed like a million dollars.

JUNGKOOK

The guys are to funny I can't stop laughing there making silly jokes about poop, poop!! It's so silly that it's actually making me laugh. All this was happening as we where walking down a wide and clear ally way towards the restaurant we booked. But that's when j-hope saw her a young girl maybe the age of 15-17 lying there on the not so smooth pavement that was just repainted last week now covered in little plots of blood. She looks pretty badly injured, I try and wake her up with my voice but for a second she looked like she didn't understand me like she spoke a different language. To be honest that is a little convenient because we are in a different country STUPID JUNGKOOK we came to (your country) a couple of days ago we are staying here for a holiday.

I try one more time in Korean "Hey are you okay?!" She looks relieved as if she could finally understand what I said and turns out she did because then she said   "Y-yeah I'm fine thanks" well she doesn't look fine to me, she's got a few cuts and bruises all over her but the cuts look like they where actually done by someone. I honestly can't help but imagen what this person has been through, I should probably ask for her name maybe her phone number to, also where she lives just so we can take her home if needed.

JIMIN

We ask her, her name, address, phone number, family members names practically everything! But her answer always is I can't remember or I don't know. How could someone not remember these things!, unless she has some sort of amnesia which I really doesn't happen to anybody, but she might be the exception. Oh my god she's gotten amnesia!! Wait I shouldn't jump to conclusions like this, maybe she doesn't have any of that or has been without it for a very long time. Who really knows but what we need to concentrate on is how we are going to help her, she looks really confused. She looks cold as well so I slowly took off my jacket and handed it to her and then she said "son" in a soft voice "my son!" In a much louder voice this time. Her son? She has a son? Maybe she's becoming delusional or just maybe she's telling the truth.....

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