“Yuna-ah, it’s me, Jungkook.” He stated as gentle and as soft as possible. He carefully sat beside her and with the little proximity, he can see how his white shirt that she is wearing slowly becoming stained with droplets of blood coming out of her fingertips. Worry suddenly enveloped his clouded mind. He was about to touch her hand when she suddenly slapped his own away. 

“Don’t touch me! Who’s Yuna? And I don’t know anyone named Jungkook. Leave me alone!”

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Note: I wrote this oneshot on February 7, 2018 and I managed to finish it only a year and a week after. XD Hope y’all would like it though I can’t really say the same hahaha. Thank you!