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Chapter 1 - Awakening

Bright sunlight spilt through the window, its warmth rousing me from the deepest sleep. I opened my eyes slowly, disoriented. All around was white—the walls, the ceiling, and even the sheets felt sterile against my skin. An unfamiliar place to wake.

My thoughts swirled as my vision focused. Where was I? What had happened? And then I noticed him—a figure slumped in a chair beside the bed, his hand wrapped around mine. Dark hair fell across his eyes as he dozed.

I tugged gently, curious to see his face. No response. His breathing was steady, deep in sleep's embrace. Another tug, firmer this time. His long lashes fluttered, dark eyes opening, briefly confused before recognition set in.

The moment our eyes met, a flicker of emotion passed through his gaze - relief, joy, and anxiety all blended into one. Still half-asleep, he focused on me with concern wrinkling his brow.

"You're awake," he breathed, as if afraid to believe it. His thumb caressed the back of my hand gently. "How are you feeling?"

I frowned, trying to take stock. My body ached all over but it was a distant pain. More prominent was the fuzziness in my mind, memories and even identity seeming just out of reach. Opening my mouth to answer, I found my throat parched and scratchy.

He seemed to understand without words. "Here, let me get you some water." Reluctantly releasing my hand, he poured a glass from the pitcher at my bedside. His touch was feather-light as he helped me drink.

The water soothed my parched throat, though did little to quench the turmoil within. As he set the glass down, I met his searching yet tender gaze, noting the open care and concern wrinkling his brow.

Then came his smile - bright and beautiful, illuminating his sharp features. Yet it could not mask the sheen of tears welling in his eyes. My waking seemed to overwhelm each carefully wrought control.

Without warning, his arms enclosed around me, gentle yet urgent. For a moment I tensed, unsure, before instinct took over and I found myself leaning into his familiar warmth.

Too soon he withdrew, a worried expression creasing his lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--"

A tear spilt down his cheek then, glinting in the sunlight. My own eyes stung in strange sympathy, though for what I could not say. Reaching out, I took his hand and offered a small smile. "It's all right."

He glanced down, surprise crossing his features as our fingers entwined. When he met my eyes again, some of the tension had left his frame. "I'll fetch the doctor. I'll be right back, I promise."

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As he sat once more, his warm gaze comforted yet unnerved me with its intimate care. Fidgeting under its weight, I surveyed the bare room for clues - yet found none to help place myself.

Doubt assaulted me, begging query. "I'm sorry, but where am I? And who are you?"

His brow furrowed deeply as if my simple question pained him. Sorrow welled in kind eyes, replacing joy so recently shining there. For a long moment, he said nothing, as if deciding how to respond.

The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Lines circled his eyes as he studied me intently. "Don't you remember? You're home, in your room."

Something in his tone unsettled me further. "Who are you?"

"Okay maybe you are in confusion, so I will tell you. I'm your husband, Kim Seokjin. I hope you at least remember your name."

I closed my eyes tight, straining desperately to remember. But there was only emptiness where my name and identity should have been.

Opening my eyes once more, I met Seokjin's worried gaze with rising panic. "I'm sorry, I...I can't remember. My name, anything about myself. It's all gone."

He reached over to take my hand again. His touch was grounding. "Shh, it's alright. Try not to distress yourself." Seokjin glanced around as if an answer might appear written on the walls. When his eyes met mine again, they were determined.

"Your name is Y/N. We've been married five years, like I said. I know this is frightening, but you must stay calm. The doctors warned memory issues were possible after your..." He trailed off.

"After my what?" I pressed, tightening my grip on his hand.

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~To be continued~