Who is she?

Misunderstanding

Jungkook's POV:

As I entered the room with uneasiness, the familiar scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, a stark reminder of the clinical reality I was about to face.

The soft sound of her mumbling something under her breath echoed in the room. As she noticed my presence, she stopped her mumbling and looked at me, scanning me from head to toe.

Her gaze wasn't the admiring one like any other fan I had met in the past, but searching, demanding, full of pain and confusion.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. This was not the adulation I was used to; this was something raw, something real.

I approached her bedside, my footsteps barely making a sound on the pristine floor. Taking a seat beside her, my mind raced about how to start a conversation. Just then, I heard her voice, a fragile whisper, "You're Jeon Jungkook, right?" she asked me without looking at me.

I didn't know what was going on in her mind. "Y-yes," I said, my voice matching hers, barely rising above a whisper, as I feared that any wrong action of mine might trigger another panic attack.

She locked her gaze with mine. Her eyes, tearful and brimming with a tumult of emotions, searched my face.

She looked like a lost child, and I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her from the world. She asked me again, hope flickering in her eyes, "And you don't know me, right?" She looked at me as if waiting for me to deny it, but with a heavy heart, I dashed her hopes.

I nodded, and she closed her eyes, letting the tears she had been holding back fall freely. Her face held a look of disappointment.

Her expression showed pain, a sense of betrayal... It was the same expression she had at the fan meeting when I confessed about having a girlfriend.

My heart raced. What should I do now? Should I call Mrs. Lee? My thoughts were interrupted by her soft voice, "Then answer me..." She looked straight into my eyes, and I felt weak under her piercing gaze.

"When I don't remember anything-my name, my family, my friends... anything. But you. How do I remember your name?"

Her questions sounded more like accusations to me, as if she were blaming me for her not remembering. My heart clenched at her vulnerability. If she hadn't lost her memory in the car accident, she wouldn't be like this! I quickly tried to explain to her, "Look, it's because... it's because I'm your idol."

Huh?" she blurted out, her voice a cocktail of confusion and rising anger. The word hung in the air, sharp and sudden.

I froze, realizing my blunder. She had lost her memory, how could she possibly remember that I'm her idol? The awkwardness settled like a thick fog between us.

I scrambled to correct myself. "No... umm... what I mean is... you're my fan," I stammered, each word feeling heavier than the last.

I regretted hearing my own words. I could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck. 'Fuck you Jungkook, Get it together,' I chastised myself, squeezing my eyes shut. How could I have been so careless, so utterly thoughtless?

Her gaze was unwavering, a silent challenge. I could see the muscles in her jaw clench, the slight tremble of her lips as she fought back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

The air was charged with tension, the only sound our synchronized breathing and the distant beeping of the heart monitor.

Before I could even open my eyes, I felt a sting of pain on my cheek, and my head snapped to the side. I touched my face in disbelief. I looked at her with shock as I realized that she had just slapped me!