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CHAPTER XXII "Cause I could never imagine my life without you"
Seoul, South Korea,
After months of gradual recovery, Y/N and Jungkook finally found their way back to their old home, she had won the lawsuit against Eunwoo, the court found out about his previous crime records and his schizophrenia reports, the fake passport and lots of documents.
The house had been entirely refurbished, with fresh windows and new doors. It had cost a lot to restore, but it was worth it to reclaim their sanctuary. Life began to resemble a semblance of normalcy, yet the shadows of the past lingered.
Y/N still suffered from nightmares. She would wake up in the middle of the night, trembling and drenched in sweat, haunted by memories that refused to fade.
Jungkook was always there, immediately waking up to hold her, whispering soothing words until she fell back asleep.
Jungkook aslo accompanied Y/N faithfully to therapy sessions, witnessing firsthand her gradual recovery of memories.
Although fragments of her past-like her college friends, Liane and her daughter Gyeo Wool, and fleeting glimpses of her parents-resurfaced, haunting nightmares still tormented her.
Through the long, trying nights, Jungkook's unwavering support provided solace, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her fragmented mind. She had started attending SNU again in the music department after Liane's immense support.
Their usual s!ex life continued as it had before.
As December settled in, the weight of these fragmented memories and relentless anxiety left Y/N emotionally drained.
Her once predictable menstrual cycle had become erratic, yet she dismissed it as a side effect of the ongoing stress.
One crisp morning, a wave of nausea swept over her as she absentmindedly pushed her untouched breakfast aside. A lingering thought whispered in the depths of her mind-could it be possible?
Alone in the bathroom, Y/N's hands trembled as she retrieved a pregnancy test kit, purchased the previous day on a whim.
Her heart raced with anticipation and apprehension as she meticulously followed the instructions, each step a delicate ritual of hope and fear. The seconds stretched into eternity, the silence broken only by the erratic beat of her heart.
Finally, with trembling fingers, she picked up the test. Tears welled in her eyes as she beheld two distinct pink lines, undeniable in their message.
Disbelief gripped her heart like a vice. Could this be real? She needed confirmation. With shaky hands, she reached for another test from the box.
