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Taehyung woke up with a sudden jolt, the strange dream still swirling in his mind. Until He blinked, sitting up in bed as pieces of memories flooded back—memories of Jungkook. His heart raced as he recalled everything. It wasn't the dream.
The wish, the changes, the moments they shared... it all hit him at once.
He shot out of bed, excitement surging through him. Jungkook—his Jungkook—he needed to see him, to talk to him. The wish had been undone that means jungkook has his old life back.
Taehyung smiled, feeling a lightness in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. He threw on some clothes, barely caring about how messy his hair looked. There was no time to waste—he had to find Jungkook.
Rushing down the stairs, Taehyung practically flew into the kitchen where his grandmother was making breakfast.
"Good morning, Grandma!" he greeted her with an infectious energy, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.
"Well, you're in a good mood this morning," she chuckled, eyeing him with curiosity. "What's got you so excited?"
"I'm going to meet Kookie!" he exclaimed, unable to contain the grin that spread across his face. The thought of seeing Jungkook again, of knowing he remembered everything, filled him with so much joy he felt like he might burst.
But his grandmother's face scrunched up in confusion, her spoon pausing mid-stir. "Kookie?" she asked, her brow furrowing. "Who's that?"
Taehyung stopped in his tracks, frowning. "You know... Jungkook," he said slowly, thinking she might just be teasing him. "The guy who lived with us. You know him."
She shook her head, her expression soft but confused. "I'm sorry, Tae, I don't remember meeting anyone named Jungkook."
Taehyung's smile faltered, and his heart sank a little. "You don't... remember?" he repeated, the words tasting foreign on his tongue. He stood there for a moment, trying to process her response. His grandmother, the person who had always been there, who had met Jungkook and talk to him... didn't remember.
