That evening, after Seokjin left for work, I gazed out the window mulling over what he had told me. A car accident was as good an explanation as any for my memory loss, I supposed. Yet something about it didn't quite add up.
If I'd been unconscious for a month in the hospital, surely there'd be records to prove it. Scars, even, from any injuries sustained. But my body bore no signs of trauma that I could find. And a simple accident didn't account for the strange dreams which had started to plague my nights - fragmented images I couldn't piece together, accompanied by a looming sense of danger.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice the maid entering with my dinner tray until she spoke. "Pardon the intrusion, miss. I thought you might be hungry."
As if on cue, my stomach rumbled at the aroma of soup and bread. I accepted the tray with a smile of thanks, suddenly ravenous. The maid watched with a worried frown as I ate. "You must get your strength back. The masters would be distressed if you didn't improve."
Masters, plural. A chill ran through me, along with a prickling of unease I couldn't explain. Nothing about this place or my "life" felt quite right. And I was beginning to suspect the truth of what happened to me lay buried rather deeper than any simple car accident.
After finishing my meal, I rested against the pillows mulling over the fragments of information Seokjin had given me. Six other people living here - were they truly my family or his? Something about the way the maid had referred to "masters" in the plural set my instincts on edge.
A soft knock came at the door, jolting me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called, expecting Seokjin or perhaps the doctor. Instead, a stranger tentatively peered around the door - a handsome young man, features fair yet holding a troubled cast.
"I apologize for disturbing you. May we talk?" His voice held a gentle lilt, and despite my hesitance toward strangers, something in his open demeanour eased me. I nodded assent, and he entered, shutting the door behind me.
I cleared my throat nervously, averting my gaze from those striking brown eyes that seemed to see straight through me.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to stare," I said, glancing back up at him through my lashes. "It's just you look so familiar, but I can't quite place from where."
A soft smile played at the corner of his lips at my words. "No need to apologize."
His gentle tone soothed my frazzled nerves. I gestured to the chair across from me. "Please, have a seat."
His smile softened the flustered heat on my cheeks. His kindness put me at ease, though questions still swirled in my mind.
Before I could ponder further, he asked gently, "And how have you been faring? I understand you've endured an ordeal."
I recalled waking lost and confused, my days in recovery a blur. "Much improved, thanks to the doctors' care. My strength returns, memories slowly."
He nodded. "A slow mending is often the surest. Do not push yourself too fast." His voice was gentle, carrying a comforting warmth.
Before I could sit down, he took a deep breath and looked at me directly. "I know you're probably feeling lost and confused right now, and I want to be honest with you. My name is Kim Namjoon, and I'm your husband."
My eyes widened in shock. Husband? That word was still echoing in my mind, a foreign concept.
"I know this might sound strange," he continued, his voice soft. "But there are seven of us. Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and myself. We're all your husbands."
My heart pounded in my chest. Seven husbands? It was almost too much to comprehend.
"I know this is a lot to take in," he said, reaching out to hold my hand. "Please don't be shocked. We'll explain everything in time. Just know that we're here for you, and we love you very much."
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~To be continued~

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