THIS IS PART 2 OF THE JUNKOOK - COMMITTED SCENARIO/IMAGINE, WHICH IS FOUND IN MY BTS ANGST SCENARIOS IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY READ IT.

Remember - Jungkook

"Who...are you?"

It was like a nightmare come to life.

Jungkook doesn't remember me. He doesn't know who I am.

It was surreal because it was the most horrible and least expected thing I could ever possibly imagine.

That was when I had run from the room, from the other BTS members' pitying looks, from Jungkook's blank features. It was too much.

The one I loved didn't remember me...

~~

A week had passed and I was certain I had recovered enough to finally function again, enough to go to school at least.

My parents were overseas a lot because of work, so it was easy enough to stay home and cry, and cry, and cry and eat tubs of ice cream and then throw it all up. I felt so sick I couldn't keep anything down.

Maybe I had gone insane. But only for that week. I was better now. I hoped.

I walked passed the principal's office.

And saw Jin.

I had to double take just to make sure. But the Visual was unmistakable, seated in front of the princal's desk.

His mouth wasn't moving, and he actually looked like he was the only one in the room so I assumed that the principal had gone somewhere, and Jin was waiting for him to return.

I seized the opportunity and quickly ducked inside.

Jin turned and the surprise on his face told me that I was the last person he expected to come through that door. But he smiled.

"Hey, (' ')."

"What are you doing here?" I demanded and Jin glanced down at a stack of documents sitting on the desk in front of him before he looked back at me, looking a lot less cheerful.

"Jungkook needs to re-orientate himself a bit before BTS can continue preparation for our next comeback," he explained, "So the company agreed that it would be a good idea to send him back to school. So that he can ground himself again after what happened."

My heart skipped a beat, but out of terror or anticipation I couldn't tell.

"He's here?" I whispered and Jin nodded.

"Has he said anything about me? Has he asked about me at all?" I demanded, feeling so desperate I wanted to kick myself.

But the pity on his face said it all. "No, not at all. I'm sorry, (' ')."

"It's... fine," I said, keeping a straight face when all I wanted to do was cry. But I wouldn't. Because I was better now.

"(' '), I think the principal's coming back," Jin warned, glancing out the door and I forced myself to smile at him and bowed.

"See you around then."

He smiled and did the same. "Yeah. Take care, (' ')."

I ducked back out of the office, feeling my pulse speed up.

Because Jungkook was here.

And I needed to find him.

He was there by the lockers, examining his lock. The bruises and cuts had healed; he looked completely fine, like the accident hadn't even happened.

But I knew it had.

I felt my breath hitch. What would I say to him? What could I say to him?

I willed myself to be brave, telling myself I could do it, that I was alright, that I could handle it; I approached him. He turned to look down at me questioningly.

"Jungkook," I searched his face, "Don't you remember me at all?"

He looked at me for a couple of seconds, surprised at my forwardness before smiling apologetically and shaking his head.

"No, I cannot say I do. Sorry."

My eyes immediately filled with tears. Just like that. And I had thought I was finally better.

"But I was there at the hospital," I whispered and the smile on his face vanished. He looked stunned and then uncomfortable.

"Listen," he said awkwardly, "I have to get to class. Sorry." He brushed past me and I watched him go, stunned.

I will not cry in front of him.

The tears hadn't actually fallen, so I quickly wiped them away.

"Jungkook, wait!" I called, briskly walking to catch up to him. I realised I needed him to remember me, that I wouldn't be able to cope with him looking at me like a stranger.

He quickened his pace, and I did the same, but in horror. Was he trying to avoid me?

"Jungkook, you know me," I called desperately, almost running now to keep up with his rapidly quickening pace.

Why was he running from me? Why didn't he want to at least talk to me. I had been in the hospital room long enough for him to get a good enough look at me; he knew what I looked like. So why?

I felt hurt and hysteria starting to build.

"Jungkook!" I shouted and he froze, reluctantly turning to face me with a nervous expression.

"I was there in that hospital room when you woke up. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" I demanded once I had caught up to him, searching his face for a spark of recognition, for a spark of anything at all. But his face remained vacant and he laughed embarrassedly at the staring bystanders. I couldn't believe that he would actually do that. He had never cared about what other people thought.

One look at the look on my face and he sighed.

"Look," he said seriously, awkwardly running his fingers through his hair, "I don't remember you okay? So I'm not sure what you want from me."

Each word was like a knife repeatedly stabbing away at me with each syllable.

"You could try," I said in a low voice, feeling hollow. The Jungkook I had known wouldn't have been so quick to just simply give up. I turned away from him and started walking away. "You don't have to pretend like I've never existed until now."

"Wait where're you going?"

I could hear the guilt and helplessness in his voice; he still wouldn't deliberately try and hurt me. But I couldn't look at him.

"I'm late for class," I said in a dead voice, and left him standing there.

~~

The day went by in a slow haze and I pretty much just ignored everyone, dividing the school into two: me, and everyone else.

It was the short break before the last period, so I went to my locker to change my books. I had to fumble with the lock for a bit; my head was so in the clouds that it took at least five tries before I actually remembered my locker combination.

"Hey!"

My head shot up; I knew that voice anywhere. But I wasn't ready to face him just yet, so I started running in the opposite direction.

If I made it to the girls' bathroom I'd be safe for a while. But I had forgotten how much fitter and faster Jungkook was so it wasn't long before a hand closed over my arm and I was jerked backwards roughly to face him.

His face was paler than usual, his eyes bright and slightly panicked. It hurt to look at him so I didn't, but I hadn't missed the A5 rectangle clutched tightly in the hand he hadn't grabbed me with.

He shoved the rectangle into my hands and I looked down at it: a photograph of two smiling people. It was a photograph of him and me, with me laughing while Jungkook planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You're the one in the photograph right?" he demanded and I looked up, startled at the ferocity of his gaze and tone.

"Yes," I managed, my eyes continually darting between Jungkook's face and the photograph, unable to look at him for too long because of the way his eyes were boring into me.

"You were, you're my..." he seemed lost for words so I finished his sentence for him.

"Your girlfriend," I said quietly, looking at the floor. Looking at the happy scene in the photograph hurt more than looking at Jungkook, so I decided to look at neither.

Jungkook look flustered; he was stuttering, talking over himself.

"You never said so before- I never knew that you- My girlfriend- I-"

I gently placed my hand over his mouth to silence him, and finally willed myself to make eye contact with him.

There was no recognition in his eyes.

But he was trying; I could see it. I took my hand away. He averted his eyes.

"I don't even know your name..."

"(' ')," I said softly and put the photograph back into his hands. "My name is (' ')." He looked at me curiously, seeing me for the first time, for a second time.

"(' '),"he murmured and hearing him say my name sent shivers down my spine. I looked around in an attempt to hide my blush.

People really were starting to stare. I suddenly felt panic start to build in my chest, remembering what I had said to him earlier, and how loud I'd been. I'd been angry before; I hadn't been thinking straight. Our relationship had been a complete secret, under the strict orders of Jungkook's entertainment company. I couldn't just expose it now in the middle of school, especially since Jungkook didn't even remember me. I winced internally at that truth.

I sighed, and he noticed.

"Don't look so familiar with me," I warned, taking a step back and Jungkook's brow furrowed with confusion. "What? Why?"

"Hide the photograph; don't let anyone see it," I whispered, my eyes darting around at all the bystanders and Jungkook followed my gaze, immediately understanding. His voice also dropped to a whisper, "Why?"

"No one can know that you knew me before the accident. They can't know I was your girlfriend, okay?" I turned away from him, ignoring his still very much confused expression and pretending like nothing unusual had happened at all. I started walking to my last lesson.

"Okay," I heard him call after me.

I was engulfed by my female classmates in seconds, all chattering over each other, all demanding the attention of the girl who had just spoken to BTS's Jeon Jungkook.

"Oh my God, (' ') what did he say to you??" one of them asked excitedly, eagerly and I just shrugged.

"He was just giving me my pencil back."

~~

I had to avoid him for a few days, the longest days of my life, in order to let the potential suspicion and rumours about our previous encounter die down. It was so difficult because I missed Jungkook; I missed my boyfriend. The look in his eyes when he gave me that photograph had told me that he wanted to remember me just as much as I wanted him to. I could only watch him from the shadows, and seeing the disappointed look in his eyes when I wasn't at my locker made my heart hurt. Because he was looking for me.

It was the fifth day of this routine and school had just ended. I made my way back to the girls' dorms, using a shortcut I'd discovered behind the school's main building.

It was nice there, quiet and secluded where the trees formed a canopy above my head with their leaves.

It was nice to just focus on my feet's even steps, on the headphones in my ears-

I was slammed into the back wall of the school building and Jungkook was looking down at me. My heart was hammering, at the surprise and shock of suddenly being shoved against a wall, but also just at the fact that it was Jungkook. His very presence was enough to get my heart hammering.

His eyes were wild and they filled me with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"How did you find me?" I asked dumbly, looking up at him, realising how close he was. I could smell him; it made me want to just bury my face into his neck. But I didn't.

"I've been looking for you," he stated, completely different to the Jungkook I had met on his first day back at school.

"Why?" I asked softly and Jungkook stepped back, running his fingers through his hair awkwardly. I watched him closely.

"You keep," he started uncertainly, "You keep... haunting me."

"I do?" I whispered, starting to finally feel lighter after what felt like ages and he nodded. He held out his hand.

"Come with me."

I looked at it wordlessly, and then I looked at his face.

I took it.

~~

"The abandoned dance practice rooms?" I breathed in wonderment as I beheld the empty space. "You still remember this place?"

Dust caught the ribbons of light filtering in through the boarded up windows, dancing prettily through the air.

Jungkook nodded, looking around. "I don't know why though, or how I know about it. It just... felt right to bring you here." I looked at him sharply, searching his face for insincerity, but he was being completely honest. My eyes nearly filled with tears.

"Jungkook," I whispered, "This was where we used to hide together before your schedule made it impossible for you to come to school."

Jungkook looked around the room mournfully once more. Because he couldn't remember it...

~~

"Keep your eyes on me," I said seriously and Jungkook's eyes grew wider, more intense, and they bore into my own. We stood there, staring at each other for a while.

This was our new routine, every day after school. A few days had passed since Jungkook had been re-enrolled, and so far nothing had changed. He still didn't remember...

"Anything?" I whispered and Jungkook's brow furrowed with his effort before he finally sighed with defeat and straightened.

"Just vague familiarity," he muttered, turning away from me and I felt my heart sink again with disappointment. I was filled with a bitter feeling and I stalked over to the old couch sitting in the corner of the practice room. I sighed loudly.

"I'm sorry," I heard Jungkook say from my right and I shrugged, trying to mask my feelings but I was failing at it.

"It doesn't matter," I said bitterly, "At least you remember everyone else."

He slammed his fist into the wall with frustration and looked at me.

"Don't you think I'm trying?" he demanded, "Don't you think I want to remember you?"

I hung my head guiltily and averted my eyes. Of course he was trying; I was just being unjustly difficult.

"Sorry," I said softly and was surprised when I felt another weight press into the coach beside me. I looked up quickly and Jungkook's face was right there in front of me, barely inches away.

His eyes bore into mine.

"I can't do this alone," he said seriously and I felt my cheeks heat up at his closeness. It had been so long since he'd been this close to me. My hand slowly reached up out of its own accord to rest on his cheek, milky white and satin smooth. He looked at me questioningly.

I knew what I had to do.

We locked eyes.

"I'll make you remember," I breathed before forcefully pressing my lips to his.

He gasped against my mouth with surprise, tried to pull away, but I used both my hands to grip his face and keep it there by mine. His struggling lessened, not that he'd even been struggling very hard in the first place, until he finally moaned against my mouth and I found that I didn't have to hold his face in place anymore for it to stay there.

My arms wound around his neck, my fingers tangling themselves in his hair, as his hands settled over the sides of my waist.

We were actually kissing, making out to be precise, and it felt like the most familiar thing in the world. For me anyway; I wasn't sure about him.

"(' ')," he breathed between kisses, making no effort to pull away, "I think I remember this."

We parted. His eyes were dark.

"I remember kissing you," he said in a low voice, trailing his hand down the small of my back, somehow subconsciously knowing that it was one of my weak spots.

"You do?" I forced myself not to stutter because of all the sensations racing from his fingertips through every inch of my body, unwinding my arms from his neck.

His other hand caressed my cheek, brushing loose strands of my hair away. His eyes were searching.

"How could I forget your face, those eyes?" he murmured, but I knew he wasn't asking me so I kept quiet and tried to keep my breathing even.

Then it hit me.

I knew the answer, and it made me feel sick.

I ripped myself from his grip, feeling horror and self-loathing slowly freeze every inch of me that Jungkook had just set on fire. I felt all the colour drain from me, felt my eyes widen.

He couldn't remember me because of the accident. He couldn't remember me, and it was my fault; the accident was my fault.

I couldn't breathe.

"(' ')," Jungkook's eyes were wide with concern, "(' '), what's wrong?" he reached for me and I stumbled off and away from the couch.

"It's," I whispered, feeling tears fill my eyes. "It's my fault."

"What?"

Jungkook didn't move; he just watched me like a statue, eyes almost as wide as mine.

"You can't remember because of the accident," I said. My voice sounded faraway to me, my chest felt tight. Jungkook frowned.

"But I already know that. I was hit by a drunk driver."

"Because of me," I whispered and Jungkook blinked at me.

"There was a fight and," my legs were shaking, "I said such horrible things to you." Tears were spilling from my eyes, warming the icy coldness on my cheeks.

"You stormed out," I whispered, "And didn't go with your chauffer. Because of something I said."

My legs buckled from underneath me and I fell to my knees. The guilt and enormity of what I had down was almost overwhelming.

"And then you were hit by that driver. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't- if I hadn't-" I couldn't finish the sentence because I was sobbing so hard.

But through my tears I saw Jungkook get off the coach, saw him kneel down in front of me. He reached for me, but just as his hand was about to touch me, he froze.

He inhaled so suddenly, and so sharply that my sobs instantly cut off and I also froze. I realized I was holding my breath, and that Jungkook was looking at me, but he couldn't see me, like two doors were suddenly closed behind his eyes because his spirit was somewhere else.

I realised what was happening.

He was remembering.

And I felt terrified.

The lights in his eyes came back on, and Jungkook blinked, orientating himself. He realised I was in front of him. He drew his arm back sharply.

He looked at me with a horrified expression, and I felt sick. He was going to break up with me all over again; he was going to hate me all over again. I didn't think I'd be able to cope, to face the guilt of the things I had said to him before the accident. He had to hate me; I was the reason the car had hit him in the first place. I had told I hated him, that I never wanted to see him again. So how could he not hate-

But then his eyes became glassy with tears.

"(' ')," he breathed, his eyes growing wide, "I said the Forbidden Words."

I froze, suddenly stunned out of my messy thoughts.

What?

"I'm so sorry, (' ')," his voice cracked as the first tear slipped down his porcelain cheek. He started shaking. "I should never have said that- I'm-I'm-"

I threw my arms around him as he broke down into sobs, clinging to him like he was the last thing in the world.

"Jungkook, I'm sorry," I wept, not realising that tears had also slipped from my eyes. I kept saying the same thing over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

And we just stayed there like that, holding each other and crying for what felt like hours. How could I have ever thought for even a second that I could live without him? Without this boy who made my very soul want to sing.

"Don't cry, (' ')," he whispered, wiping the tears from my eyes with his thumb, even though he had tears of his own, dripping from his chin and onto his shirt.

"But you remember that fight. You know what happened now," my face contorted and I nearly broke down into hysterics all over again. I would have, if Jungkook hadn't smiled at me, through the tears, through everything.

"The fight doesn't matter anymore, (' ')," he said, locking eyes with me and I gasped. He wasn't angry with me? He didn't hate me? My thoughts must have shown on my face because his smile widened.

"The only thing that matter is that," he kissed my forehead.

"I remember you, (' ')."

~~