" Who are you? "
" I-I....I don't know. "
A love story , where Taehyung falls in love with a person whom he met through letters.
He never saw that person's face , nor knew his name because the person wanted to meet him personally and then disclose h...
Jungkook sat in the corner of the bed , sticking to the window, as he stared out at the raining sky with a sad and upset heart.
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He couldn't remember anything.
He knew that he was trying his best to do so but he was failing miserably.
His head was hurting and this rain which had not stopped in days , was making is more sad for him.
He couldn't get out of this house. He could do nothing.
*knock*
A soft knock came from the door's direction and he saw it slightly open and saw the lady who was mother of the person who saved him.
" can I come in? " She asked in her soft elderly voice at which Jungkook sat properly nodding.
" P-please do. " He voiced lowly and then she walked inside the room with a soft smile spread on her lips , reaching her slightly wrinkled eye corners.
She sat on the edge of the bed placing her gand on the mattress, she asked. " How do you feel , son. " her voice was very soft.
Soft like a cotton.
Which made Jungkook's eyes shine with unshed tears.
He looked down , not wanting to show her face , he whispered, " I-I a-am fine."
" Oh baby. You're not. " She reached for his hand and rubbed it, getting upon the bed.
" I-I am s-sorry. I am n-nothing but a burden t-to you--"
" shhhh..." Mrs. Kim shook her head before placing her index finger under younger's chin and made him look up at her.
He did.
But his eyes were blood shot red , with cheeks a dust to red and wobbly lips.
" Oh no , little one. Do not cry. You are not a burden at all. Come on. Come here. " She opened her arms and nodded at him when he hesitated with tears flowing down his eyes.
" Come on , little baby. You should not be cruel to yourself. " She said softly at which he bit his lower lip and hugged her tightly wrapping his arms around her , finding solace in her motherly warmth.
She smiled.
" I knew you must be feeling alone. I should have come sooner. " She whispered rubbing his back while he sobbed in her arms , trembling.
" Shh...calm down....Its fine. Calm down. I am here. You must not feel bad at all, little child. " She kept on stroking his back before he backed off wiping his face.
" My my.....look! So sad this pretty boy looks. " She whispered humbly patting his back.
" I....I can't r-remember anything. N-Nothing." He sniffled. " No address, no place , no person....not even my name. I....I no nothing related to myself. I-Its just blank. Not even dark. Just b-blank. " His voice held genuiness.
And she knew it. " I know. "
She believed him.
" Now stop crying. You are fine now, right? You can walk too. So let's go down. Lets eat dinner there. Together. " She said at which the boy could not say no. So making himself look presentable, he breathed walking out with her wearing clothes that Taehyung had asked his butler to bring for him.
Well....this boy ofcourse didn't know it either.
" Look whose here! " Mrs. Kim exclaimed as he strolled towards the dining area where he found , Jimin seated who was doing something on his mobile.
Jimin , as expected , wasn't delighted to see the boy there at all. So he just gave a pressing smile before getting back to his phone.
" Sit here. " She said making him sit just opposite to Jimin who sat beside the chair of the head of the family.
Soon , food was served and Mrs. Kim sat beside the boy at the chair of head of the family as they started to eat.
The pretty boy's eyes went around the empty hall looking for something......or ....... someone. But when he could not see a single sign , he went curious.
And when Mrs. Kim saw the boy not eating, she frowned.
" What happened? Don't feel like eating? " She asked at which he shook his head and he could swear on his life , that Jimin had just gave him a glance.
" Then eat. " Jimin said coldly , looking down on his food , as if he really didn't care.
The boy , looked down before grabbing the spoon.
It would've been better.
If.....something or....someone were there.
He hadn't seen them since the day he came in the house.
