jungkook - request

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thank you littletata_taehyung for requesting, i hope you enjoy.

At the last second, he jumped.

His body hit the hood of the car and he screamed. His bones and muscles and joints and organs felt like they were being crumbled and smashed into a tiny box. His lungs contracted with such force that he was afraid they would fold into themselves. His torso and head smashed up against the windshield while his arms and legs were flailing, searching for somewhere to hold and stop the forward movement his body was going.

The world must have kept flickering its figurative light switch because his vision kept flashing from bitter darkness to blinding white light. The only sound that filled his ears was the crushing of glass mixed with the distinct crackles of his bones.

Then suddenly, everything became light. He was flying through the air, his broken body almost limp from the impact that occurred nanoseconds before.

He remembers the crash so well, every detail of it burned into his memory for him to relive everyday.

Only, he can't remember you.

Y/N, you said your name was. You were the only one there when he woke up in pain, asking to know how he was. You were the one who cried when the doctor told you that he had amnesia. You're the only one to talk to him about everything and anything until your eyes become heavy with sleep.

He strokes your hair now, studying the curves of your face in concentration as if it will trigger something in his foggy mind. He wants to remember you and remember all the stories you explain with exaggeration.

He wants to remember what it's like to date you, hold you and kiss you like he's dreamed of while in his hospital bed. He can't tell if those are memories or mere fantasies.

You try so hard for him and he feels guilty for not getting better soon and having to put you through all the pain and stress. He sighs defeatedly, closing his eyes to get some sleep himself.

"Jungkook!" Your sweet voice calls, arms wrapping around his waist as you pull him in for a hug. He returns the hug with a chuckle, tilting your chin up with his fingers.

"Hey, bub," he murmurs. You giggle and let go of him to hold his hand and walk by his side. He recognises this as the anniversary date he took you on about a year back.

You swing your hands between the two of you, blabbering on about some restaurants down the road but he doesn't listen. He instead marvels at the softness of your lips, the smooth feel of your hand in his and the way your perfume smells so familiar.

It's the kickstart his brain needs.

He wakes up with a jolt, waking you up in the process. You scramble for the light, asking if he's ok in a panicked manner.

"Bub, I'm fine, sorry," he sheepishly apologises, patting the space next to him. You relax and rest your head back there before lifting it up again with a glint of hope in your eyes.

"Did you say bub?" You ask breathlessly.

He nods, smiling at you with pride. "Yeah, I did. I think it's starting to come back."

You squeak with excitement and kiss him on the cheek, jumping around the room in joy. He laughs and calls you over, shuffling so there's space on the bed for you.

"Sleep, we can talk about what I remember in the morning."

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