Y/N's POV (The Next day)

Returning to my room, I jumped on my bed feeling exhausted.
It has not been easy to mask a personality towards every person who tried to approach me since morning. The incident got me having trust issues with everyone.

On the bus ride back to the campus I could feel Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok glance at me from three directions. It looked like they fought, all the three were sitting in different corners of the bus.

On the other hand, Inha tried talking to me but soon grew annoyed by my short replies. She constantly kept asking me what's wrong with me and did something happen.

But I just shrugged off her questions saying 'It was nothing' or 'I am just tired' She knew me well to clearly see through me and figured something is bothering me. I kept on giving her a cold shoulder because I did not know how should I treat her anymore.

I flinched out of my thoughts when
"I'm going to get lunch! TEXT ME IF YOU WANT SOMETHING!" Inha yelled from the hall before I heard a loud thud of the main door closing.

"Wow..." I murmured not knowing how long this is going be like this.

"An Accident while hanging out..." I huffed staring at the ceiling. "He could have come up with a more believable lie if he really wanted to lie."

"Why can't they just tell me the truth!" I whined while punching my pillow and started jumping up and down the bed cursing.

After a few minutes of taking my frustration out on my pillow I came I realized I haven't talked to dad in a while...

I quickly jumped out of my bed and rushed towards my backpack hanging behind my bedroom door. Sliding my hands inside I pulled my phone out.

I dialed his number and placed my phone in my ear waiting for him to answer the call. As the caller tune was ringing my heart was beating like crazy. Curiosity and anxiety were eating me up.

He finally picked up my call
"Hello Honey!" He answered. Hearing his voice it stroke me, how could he not feel apologetic or guilty when he's talking to me, like is it easy to hide my past from me for years and act like nothing happened.

"Hey, Dad." I faked my excitement.

"I was about to call you! How was your camp? You were supposed to return this morning right?" He asked. I replied to him with a humm signing it went well.

"It's really unusual for you to call first! Is everything alright?" He asked worried as I rarely call him. He would be the one who would call to ask how I was doing and if I was taking my medicines on time.

"Yea dad everything's alright... The camp was great, I got to know a lot of things I didn't know I needed to know." I replied with pure sarcasm which he didn't seem to notice.

"Oh.. that's great dear!" He said.

"So, How have you been doing?" I asked taking the conversation forward.

The conversation went on with the normal parent-child conversations and nagging.

After a while, I decided to bring up the topic,
"Dad, can I ask you something?" I asked in a serious tone.

"Yeah go on!" He replied as I could hear him flipping pages while on the call.

"About the accident that happened three years ago-" I was cut off.

"Yeah? What about that accident? Does it hurt? You want me to place an appointment with the neurologist?" He went hyper. Now it looked more suspicious... It looks like there is something that happened, and everyone is afraid that I'll find out.

"No, dad! It's not hurting." I confirmed.

"I... It just feels weird... Like I get random deja vus and clips of memory. It feels like something happened... like there is more to it." I let out. I really wanted to know now how is he going to reply to this, but he just hummed in reply.

"Dad is there anything you did not tell me? It feels like there is something I don't know..." I added hoping he would tell me the truth.

I suddenly heard his telephone ring on the other side of the phone call,

"Y/n... Why do you think I will hide something from you? There is nothing like that, SO, stop over thinking and make sure to take your medicines on time! I gotta go, I'll talk to you later." I broke into tears as soon as he cut the call.

"H-how?" I choked on my tears that I have been fighting back the whole time.

How can my dad... my own dad lie to me on my face like that... It hurts like hell when you get to know your father, the one who gave birth to you has been lying to you all along and is watching you live in hell. Even after all this, he doesn't bother to tell you anything after you confront him about it.

HOSEOK's POV

"So, you are telling me that you returned her diary that you have been hiding all along? The diary that she wrote all her secrets in?" Jin Hyung asked.

"After knowing that it is dangerous for her to know her past and Mr Lee decided NOT to let her know?" Namjoon completed. As all the seven of us were gathered on the couch of our Dorm. I was hanging my head low the whole time. I could not bare lift my head up and talk to them.

"Hoseok-ah! Look at me!" Yoongi Hyung calmly ordered. I can't disobey him... I guess I did not have any choice now.

"Why did you do it?" He asked looking at me.

I remained quiet. I did not utter a word. My mind was full of question marks, I was just scared of the future possibilities... The thought 'what if this doesn't end well' was eating me up.

"Hoseok-ah!" Yoongi hyung crouched down in front of me now looking straight into my eyes while holding one of my hands.

"Why did you do it?" He asked again but more calmly which made a little relaxed.

"I... I don't know, It just felt right. I let out some comments about the past that was straightforward by mistake, hearing that she kept asking me what I was talking about. I was going to come up with a lie but the minute she asked me to imagine myself in her shoes WHILE LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO MY EYES... I couldn't... I couldn't lie to her... cause I know how it feels, getting to know that the people who you have been around the whole time have been lying to you to the point you don't know what is true anymore..." I paused as a tear slipped my eyes as I was staring at my knees while clutching my fists again.

"I'm really sorry guys..." I let out a sob. "But this is not right... what we have done is not right, we have to tell her about it. Till when were we going to lie to her, on top of that after lying to her isn't it hard to see her every day after knowing that you have been playing with her trust. Imagine one day you wake up and you find out all the people who you talk to every day and the one who you term the closest have become unpredictable strangers... It feels shit... So let's not do it..." I finally finished after turning into a crying mess. But as I looked up to my surprise, I was not the only one who was a mess.

"Hyung... Hyung you are right..." The youngest said between his sobs.

"Maybe you are right... Let's not do it this way..." Taehyung spoke trying to hold back his tears. Everyone nodded as if they hit a deep realization of life.

After a while of silence, Jimin spoke.

"Let's do it! Let's make A new plan-" Suddenly a phone ringtone echoed the walls of our dorm and broke the silence.

The caller ID showed the most unexpected person's name.

Back to Y/N's POV

It was late evening I was lying on my bed rereading my diary to get some more hints or clues. From the two deja vus that I got only one made sense, his cologne one... it was from the school's cupboard but the kiss one...

I got up in shock realizing I had never once mentioned my feelings for Jimin in the ninty pages written book, but I remembered to have kissed him... that... does not make sense.

I aggressively flipped through the pages of my diary to find anything related to my feelings for him but I failed to find any...

"Does that mean there is actually more to it? More than I imagined..." I murmured shook.

I was distracted from my thoughts when my phone rang displaying Inha's caller ID.

Inha... always texts... she rarely calls, I would be the one who would force her to call instead of text cause I am too lazy to text. I did not receive any text from her since she left, and it's two hours before the campus's curfew, so I decided to pick the call up.

"Hello?" I said after sliding the answer icon.

"Hello, Is this Y/n?" A man's voice spoke that gave shivers down my spine.

"Yeah... Who am speaking to? Where is Inha?" I asked confused.

"The phone's owner's name is Inha? I'm sorry to scare you, ma'am. Actually, I found this phone lying on the street and your no. was on the emergency contacts. " He explained.

"Oh," I replied.

"I'll send you the location you can come and pick your friend's phone." He said and cut the call without letting me reply.

"Now I'm supposed to go out and get her phone? God... this careless girl." I signed getting up after seeing the address' sent in the text.

I was on my way to the bus stop as I noticed the address he sent me was not near. It was the place where I had my picnic alone and was chased by a creep and ran into Jimin.

And yeah I am going to that place again... alone again... when it's dark outside. Wow!

I did not want to go there alone, but I had no choice... I did not have anyone who will go with me to a thing like this. That's when I realized I wasn't on good terms with anyone... not a single person who I usually talk to.

I quickly noticed the bus and ran to catch it which had me prevent a second mental breakdown.

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Finally, after a half an hour ride I reached the place. I was walking around the neighborhood searching for the house mentioned in the address.

"Oh, there it is!" I spoke to myself spotting the nameplate with the same number.

I rang the bell but there was no response as the bell of the house did not seem to work, the house seemed old and sketchy as if it has not been cleaned for a few years. I pushed open the front gate and walked in turning on the flashlight of my phone.

Am I doing the right thing?

Was it right to come here all alone to this sketchy place far from the Uni to get a phone this late?

My head was full of thoughts as I was standing in front of the front door but I shrugged them away thinking how hard it would be for Inha as all our important Uni messages and class notes are sent to our phones. So, I'll take her phone and get out of here as soon as possible.

I was going to knock on the front door but it swung open as soon as I laid my knuckle on it.

"Hello?" I called as I got in raising my flash up and hesitantly walking inside.

The whole house was a mess from both the inside and outside. It was a two-story house. I looked around slowly walking inside when something caught my attention. The light coming from the half-closed door of a room. I guessed the person who called me is going to be there. I was going to walk towards it but a sudden pain in my head got me halted. The site... seemed familiar. I squatted down holding my head groaning in pain.

Dark house- light coming out of a room- the sound of the table draws opening and shutting- the sound of turning paper aggressively- ropes- pieces of broken furniture and glasses lying around- knife- someone screaming- and... Blood.

It was like a slide show of scenes with sounds played by my head at a very fast speed. It seemed like a past forwarded trailer of an event. It lasted for five to six seconds then it went blank. I looked up to the door and gathered all my courage to go in.

I went and knocked on the room's door from where the light was coming.

Someone finally opened the door. It was a young man in all black clothing with a blank mask.

"Umm... Someone contacted me telling me they found my friend's phone-" I was cut off.

"Let her in!" Someone from the inside ordered which made him widen the entrance for me.

I got in and found an elder man with finer clothing sitting on the office table facing the window while showing his back to me.

"May I get the phone back?" I asked as it gave me chills and wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible.

"Long time Y/n!" He said turning to face me. I was shocked to see him.

"Ohh... Aren't you who helped me with the boxes in the convenience store and said I looked like someone the other day?" I asked as he seemed familiar.

"Oh wow.. you remember." He seemed delighted that I remember him. But why does it look like he was expecting me to be the one who would come to pick her phone as if it was not a coincidence.

"So, the one who had my friend's phone was you. Can I have it back?" I asked trying to avoid any further conversation.

"Why? Don't you like it here?" He asked out of the blue.

"Why would I like it here?"

"Coming back home and seeing your uncle after three years." He said. I was flabbergasted.

"What? Uncle? From where did that come from? We barely know eachother-"

"Lock the door and tie her up!" I heard another familiar voice.

Someone pulled both of my hands from the behind and harshly made me sit on a chair and tied them up while I was confused and scared, I was repeatedly asking why are they doing this to me and screamed at them to let me go but they did not seem to bother.

But I figured out there were three men in the room... From their voices I could tell one was the convenience store one, second the creep who followed me the other day and... the third... The Uni's receptionist... Jimin's dorm's receptionist who I met the same day I met Jimin.

"So, Y/n I heard you got your memories back?" The creep standing in front of me asked. I broke into a cold sweat and lost words.

"How did you know I lost my memory and why did you tie me up-" I was cut off by another familiar voice.

"Guys! Why isn't the toilet's flush not working?" It was a female voice this time. The room's door clicked open revealing the voice's owner.

"I need to get back to the campus, the curfew is in half an hour-" She walked in not noticing me but I cut her off.

"INHA?!" I was out of words.

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