Her Tutor (Jimin ff) 21+

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Jimin felt a lump rise in his throat as he watched Hana struggle to make sense of her surroundings. The unimaginable had happened, a seemingly harmless shock had wiped out her memories completely. And as he stood there, a wave of concern washed over him, wondering how he could help her regain what she had lost.

"It's okay," he said gently, reaching out to take her hand. "I'll help you remember. Your name is Hana, and I'm Jimin. We met in your home when I came to teach you. I was your tutor. I'm your boyfriend."

Hana's eyes widened with confusion as she tried to grasp the concept. "My boyfriend?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "But how?"

Jimin's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Yes, we've been together for some time now," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "We have memories together, moments we've shared."

Hana's face still bore a look of bewilderment, and Jimin knew that he needed something more tangible to help her comprehend their relationship. he pulled out his phone and showed her photos of them together, smiling, laughing, and even kissing. He scrolled through the messages they had exchanged, hoping that it would trigger a glimmer of recognition in her eyes.

As Hana looked at the photos and read the messages, a flicker of recognition crossed her face, and she whispered, "I do remember this moment." Jimin felt a surge of hope, thinking that maybe she was slowly regaining her lost memories.

But suddenly, a pained expression etched itself on her face, and she pressed a hand to her temple. "My head is pounding," she murmured, her voice filled with distress. Jimin's heart sank as he realized that the impact of the shock was taking its toll on her.

Without wasting a moment, he gently guided her to the nearby bedroom, easing her onto the bed. He tucked her in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping back. Hana's eyelids grew heavy as sleep overtook her, and Jimin walk out.

As jimin was thinking to brain wash her after all her memory seem to be lost. As he can make a new story that she will aspect him. And he have to not foce her to make her stay with him. As he was thinking some fake stories to tell her.

As days turned into weeks, Jimin dedicated himself to helping Hana navigate through the fragments of her lost memories. They revisited the places they had been to, watched the movies they had once enjoyed together, and talked about the dreams they had shared. Jimin patiently recounted the laughter they had shared, the challenges they had overcome, and the love they had built. But who knows all this is a fake.

Through it all, Hana struggled to piece together the person she used to be, often met with frustration and confusion. But Jimin remained a steadfast presence beside her, offering support and encouragement. He reassured her that no matter what, he would stand by her and help her find her way back to herself.

One chilly evening, as they sat by the fireplace, Hana turned to Jimin with a glimmer of newfound understanding in her eyes. "I may not remember everything yet, but I feel something," she confessed, her voice wavering with emotion. "I feel safe with you. I feel like I can trust you with my heart."

Tears glistened in Jimin's eyes as he reached for her hand, gently placing a kiss on her knuckles. "You can," he said earnestly. "I've loved you through it all, and I will continue to do so."

On The Other Side.....

As the police officer sat in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of his computer screen casting a flickering light across his pensive expression, he was consumed by the enigma of Jimin. How could it be that no one seemed to know much about him? This thought swirled in his mind, a haunting question that demanded an answer.

Just as he was about to sink deeper into the labyrinth of his thoughts, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Hana's mother had mentioned something about Jimin being recommended to her as a tutor. It was a thread of possibility, a slender lifeline in the intricate web of the investigation.

Without hesitation, the police officer swiftly reached for his phone and dialed Hana's mother's number. The urgency in his voice was palpable as he requested her immediate presence at the police station. With a sense of foreboding, Hana's parents made their way to the station, their faces etched with concern and confusion.

As they entered the room, the police officer wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. "Mrs. Hwang, can you please tell me where you found Jimin to tutor Hana?" he inquired, his eyes fixed intently on her as if trying to unravel the mystery through her gaze.

Mrs. Hwang furrowed her brow, trying to recollect the sequence of events. "I didn't bring him," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Hana's math teacher recommended him. He was concerned about her falling grades and offered Jimin's number for tutoring."

The mention of the math teacher piqued the officer's interest. "Can you tell me the name of the teacher who recommended Jimin?" he probed, hoping that this pivotal piece of information would lead them closer to the elusive figure of Jimin.

With a hesitant nod, Mrs. Hwang uttered the name that resonated in the air like an echo of revelation. "Yoongi," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The name hung in the air, charged with an unexpected significance. The police officer's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of the puzzle. Yoongi, the math teacher, was the conduit through which Jimin had entered their lives. It was a slender lead, yet it held the promise of unravelling the enigma that veiled Jimin in obscurity.

Determined to pursue this newfound lead, the police officer set out to locate Yoongi, the math teacher whose recommendation had brought Jimin into the orbit of Hana's family. With careful diligence, the officer traced the path that led to the school where Yoongi was known to teach.

After a series of inquiries and patient persistence, the officer finally found himself face to face with Yoongi in the confines of the school faculty room. The teacher's expression bore a mixture of surprise and concern as he met the earnest gaze of the officer.

"Mr. Yoongi, I need to ask you about a  named Jimin whom you recommended as a tutor for Hana Hwang," the officer began, his tone a blend of gravity and urgency.

Yoongi's eyes widened slightly, the flicker of recognition dancing in their depths. "Ah, yes, I remember Hana," he replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. " Her parents was worried about her struggle with study's, and I felt that Jimin could provide the support she needed."

The officer leaned in, his curiosity driving his every word. "Can you tell me how you came to know Jimin and why you specifically recommended him for Hana?"

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