CHAPTER-7

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After closing the door, Minjun went to her room. Doyun sighed and followed her into their bedroom. He found Minjun hugging a framed photo of Jungkook tightly.

He approached her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Minjun". She turned to him with tears in her eyes. "Don't ask me to give up our Kooki to them," She said, her voice trembling.

Doyun knelt in front of her, understanding the pain she was going through. "I know what you're going through. Jungkook changed our lives when he came to us. He became everything to us." Minjun remained silent, her grip on Jungkook's photo frame tightening. Doyun took a deep breath. "But Minjun, he's also someone's son, someone else's family. We can't keep him from where he truly belongs." Minjun shook her head, not wanting to accept the reality. Doyun sighed, about to say more when Minjun cut him off. "Jungkook is happy with us. I won't let him go. I won't give him up," She said with resolve.

Doyun tried again. "What if Jungkook's memory returns? What if he asks us why we didn't let him see his real parents? What if he feels we betrayed him?" Minjun shook her head firmly. "His memory hasn't come back, so he doesn't have to think about that," She said, turning away.

"Halmeoni."

As they heard the voice, they turned around to see Jungkook standing there with a confused look on his face.

"Ju... Jungkook, you came back?" Doyun asked, hesitating as he stood up.

"Yes, but..." Jungkook's gaze shifted to Minjun, and he walked over to her, kneeling beside her. "Halmeoni are you crying? Why are you crying? What happened?" He asked, concerned. Minjun cried harder and shook her head, denying she was crying. Jungkook hugged her gently. "Halmeoni, don't cry. Seeing you cry makes me want to cry too," He said tenderly.

Despite his comforting words, Minjun continued to cry. Jungkook turned to his grandfather for answers. Doyun sighed, then spoke, "She was just worried about you, especially after you got hurt yesterday." Jungkook released the hug and cupped his grandmother's face. "Is that it?" He asked, his voice gentle.

Minjun nodded, still teary-eyed. Jungkook wiped her tears with his thumb and said, "Aw, my sweet princess, why are you overthinking this? I'm fine. It was just a small cut, and it'll heal in no time. So please, stop crying." Minjun nodded, trying to calm herself. Jungkook said, "Not like that-give me a smile."

Minjun managed a smile, which Jungkook returned before kissing her forehead. He hugged her, and she hugged him back.

Doyun watched them with a tender expression, but his mind was racing with questions and concerns about what the future held.

In other hand Miso was a crying mess, unable to hold back her tears as Minjun's words echoed in her mind.

"Why won't she just listen to us?" Miso sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. Namjoon tried to comfort her. "Eomma , please, calm down. We need to stay strong," He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But she won't even hear us out," Miso cried, her tears flowing freely. "She doesn't understand what we've been through, what Jungkook has been through." Baesoo stepped in. "Miso, we can't give up hope. We have to find a way to make her see the truth," He said, trying to reassure her.

"She shut us out completely," Miso said, shaking her head. "How can we ever convince her now?" Hoseok tried to offer some hope. "We need to find another way to approach this. We can't just give up on Jungkook now," He said.

Taehyung turned to Jin. "Hyung, why don't you ask Heeyeon noona to help us?" he suggested. Jimin nodded in agreement. "Yes, she's your friend, and also Jungkook's doctor may be she can help us." He added.

Jin thought for a moment, considering their suggestion. "You both have a point," He said, finally standing up from the couch. He walked over to Miso and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Eomma, don't break down so soon. You've waited five long years for this moment. Just hold on a little longer, and we'll find a solution," He reassured her.

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