“Jimin.” The Omega gave Jimin a gentle smile and approached the window with the bouquet, setting the flowers down on the window sill with care.
The flowers were beautiful; a bundle of gorgeous, warm-coloured blossoms, simple and elegant. It occupied more than half the window sill all at once.
Soon after, the Omega made his way over to Jimin’s bed, head lowered as he looked at Jimin. There was a subtle pheromone scent on his body that smelled of fresh and clean vegetation that Jimin could only shallowly register once he’d gotten close, nothing hostile about it in the least.
“How are you feeling?” the Omega asked.
Jimin glanced at him before turning his eyes to Taehyung, who was standing next to him. “Decent,” he responded.
The Omega studied Jimin’s expression. A moment later, he asked, puzzled, “What’s the matter? Are you hurting anywhere?”
Taehyung cut in, “He has amnesia.”
“Amnesia?” the Omega’s eyes flew wide open with shock.
Jimin found that his eyes faintly resembled Taehyung’s.
The look of shock was frozen onto the Omega’s face. “How did that happen? Was it the car accident?”
“Head trauma.” Taehyung’s answering voice was serene.
“So you don’t know who I am?” said the Omega. “I’m Kim Yoongi.”
Jimin slowly shook his head. He had just woken up, and he couldn’t help clearing his throat with a light cough. He reached out to locate the button on the side of the bed, wanting to sit up.
That Omega—Yoongi—reached out to stop him. “Don’t get up, you should be lying down.”
Jimin’s fingers groped the metal edge of the bed, yet he gave up once he failed to find the button. “I don’t remember anyone,” he said, but upon realising that his words could be misunderstood, he added, “I don’t remember anything after my second year of university.”
Yoongi appeared stumped. He stared at Jimin for a while, then turned his head to Taehyung and asked, “Hyung, what did the doctors say?”
Taehyung said in a deep voice, “They said that we need to determine the state of his brain injury first, and once he’s recovered from the injury, recovering the rest of his memory is a long-term process.”
A look of worry graced Yoongi’s features. He cautiously inquired, “Is it possible that he’ll never regain his memories?”
Taehyung paused for a moment before saying, “That can’t be ruled out.”
Yoongi sighed as he looked at Jimin.
Jimin, on the other hand, was perplexed. Eun woo’s outlook had been relatively positive when he’d told Jimin about his current state—the young doctor believed that Jimin would be able to recover his memories through medication and rehabilitation. This was the first time he’d heard that his memories might not come back.
In that instant, Jimin’s urgent desire to regain his memories diminished. His memories stopped in his second year of university. One’s twenties were perhaps the most wonderful times of anyone’s youth, yet Jimin had no idea what he’d experienced in his first six years, why he’d gotten married so early—why he’d gotten married to an Alpha. Something like this happening to him in his twenties was not only unimaginable, but also terrifying to face.
But this wasn’t something that he could just not face so long as he didn’t think about it. Life is a one-way street—once you’ve gone down one path, there’s no turning back. It was impossible for him to continue his studies, and his grandpa was no longer by his side, so however unwilling he might be, he had to face and shoulder whatever life would throw at him next.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Park Jimin, a Beta, awoke after a car accident discovering that he couldn't remember anything from the last six years. He didn't remember being the top perfumer in the world, the death of his grandfather and, most importantly, he didn't...
