Our Lost Memories [Jungkook X Reader]

Chapter 3

Y/n POV:

"It's... impossible..." I widened my eyes. No, no this couldn't be. I thought deeply. "Y/n? Y/n!" He called me. "Yes!" I replied. "Just put away the thoughts, I think it's just a coincidence.." he shot me a smile. "Yea maybe..." I said though I think it would not be.

It was almost 3am. The conversation that me and Jungkook had still made me tossed and turned. I tired to shrugged away my thoughts and sleep, however I just couldn't stop thinking about it.

The room was too quiet, the winds blew hard, making a roaring noise. After a whole century later, I finally fell asleep.

"Y/n, look, here's a door." Jungkook said. "The door is locked." He sighed. "Are you sure this is the only way to help us escape?" I asked hopelessly. "I'm not sure, but we should get a try." He started banging and kicking the door. "This is no use Jungkook. They put us here is to let us suffer, no one can ever leave here." I sat down on the floor. "So why don't we be the first one?" He came and kneeled down, "Trust me Y/n, one day I'm sure, we can get out of here..."

6:30. I stared at my phone. Two to three hours sleep was exhausting.

Escape? Suffer? What's that weird dream? Why would I dream of Jungkook?

Today was Sunday, after I did my morning routine, I met up with Heji to have breakfast. "Should we go shopping later?" She asked. "Yes! I want to." I said.

Suddenly her phone rang, "I'm sorry Y/n, I got something to do later so I think we cannot go shopping.." she told me pouting. "Umm, it's okay, how about next time?" I asked. "Yea sure! I'm gonna go now, see you tomorrow at school! Love ya!" She flied me a kiss and ran away.

I grinned at her behaviour and went back home. Later, I started cleaning my house to replace my boredom. I reorganised my room and decorated it.

I opened my closet, rearranged my clothes neatly. Just then, I found a wooden box and opened it. Many old photos were inside and I looked at them one by one. A warm smile plastered on my face as a lot of old memories rushed up.

A photo then got my attention. I think I was around 4 at that time. A man standing next to me and a little boy standing beside him. I couldn't recognise that man at all. He was not one of my relatives or cousins, who's he? My parents were passed away already at that time. Who took this picture? And who was that little boy? I sweared I saw him before... I thought so hard but nothing came into my brain. Then I realised something...

I dialled his number.

"Hey Jungkook, I think... we need to talk..."

Today a bit rush so here is a small chapter. Enjoy.

-author nim