Mrs.jeon

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Author's POV

On the wedding night of YN and Jungkook, the atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement. After a lavish dinner filled with laughter and love, YN and Jungkook left the reception, ready to embark on their honeymoon. They climbed into their wedding car, with Jungkook at the wheel and YN seated beside him, a radiant smile lighting up her face.

As the car smoothly entered the highway, the night seemed perfect. However, fate had other plans. Suddenly, the car lost control, swerving violently before rolling off the road. In a split second, Jungkook instinctively put his hand over YN, trying to shield her from the impact. The world around them turned into chaos. The screech of tires and the sound of metal crunching filled the air as they crashed, leaving both YN and Jungkook unconscious.

In the aftermath, bystanders called for help, and the news of the accident spread like wildfire. “Jungkook, the global star, had a serious accident on his way to his honeymoon,” the headlines screamed, casting a shadow over what should have been the happiest day of their lives.

YN's POV

I slowly regained consciousness, my head throbbing painfully. As I blinked open my eyes, I was met with the sterile environment of a hospital room. Panic surged through me as fragments of memory flooded my mind—flashes of the wedding, laughter, and then… the accident. I could almost hear Jungkook’s voice shouting my name, mingled with the distant wail of an ambulance siren.

“Help! Someone!” I shouted, my voice hoarse. A nurse hurried in, concern etched across her face. She quickly left to call my family and the doctor.

Moments later, my mother burst into the room, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Honey, honey! How are you? I was so scared!” she cried, enveloping me in a tight embrace.

“Mom, where’s Jungkook? What happened to us?” I asked, my heart racing with fear.

My mother took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “Honey, you were on your way to the hotel, but the police said someone tampered with the brakes. It was done out of jealousy, but we stopped the investigation. What we wanted was your safety, both of you.”

I felt a wave of dread wash over me. “Where’s Jungkook?” I repeated, my voice trembling.

My mother hesitated, the silence stretching painfully. “It’s been nearly a month since you fell asleep. Jungkook woke up just five days ago, but he’s still in the hospital.”

Before she could say more, I sprang out of bed, my legs shaky but fueled by desperation. I needed to see him. I rushed down the hospital corridors, frantically searching for his room. When I finally found it, I pushed the door open, and my heart sank.

There he was, staring out of the window, lost in thought. “Jungkook!” I called, relief flooding my voice as I approached him.

He turned to me, but his face was devoid of any emotion. He blinked slowly, as if trying to process my presence.

I rushed to him and wrapped my arms around him, relief mixing with concern. “I’m here! It’s me!”

But instead of the warm embrace I craved, he pushed me away gently, his eyes filled with confusion. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice flat and unfamiliar.

A chill ran down my spine. The warmth I had known was replaced by a cold, stark reality. My heart shattered at the sound of those words. The man I loved, the one who had promised to be mine forever, was a stranger to me now.