Mrs.jeon

16

YN's POV

“Jungkook, it’s me! YN! Your wife!” I pleaded, my heart racing. I reached out, hoping to bridge the gap between us, but he flinched away as if my touch burned him.

“I... I don’t know you,” he said again, and the pain in my chest intensified.

The world around me blurred as I fought back tears. “You have to remember! We’ve shared so much—our first date, all the late-night talks, the laughter, and even the moment you proposed to me!”

“Proposed?” he echoed, his brow furrowing in confusion. It was like I was speaking a language he no longer understood.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Yes! You asked me to marry you on my birthday. It was beautiful, and I said yes!” I could feel desperation creeping into my voice. “You can’t forget that, Jungkook!”

He looked away, staring out the window again, as if searching for answers in the clouds. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fists clenched at his sides.

The nurse entered the room, and my mother followed closely behind. She gasped at the sight of us, her eyes welling with tears. “Honey, how are you feeling?” she asked Jungkook gently.

“I don’t know who she is and who are you btw ” he replied, his voice small.

My heart sank deeper as I turned to my mother. “Mom, what can we do? He doesn’t remember any of us ! ”

“Let’s give him some space,” my mother suggested, her voice soothing but laced with worry. I nodded, my mind racing with fear for Jungkook.

As the days passed, I returned to my work at the hospital, trying to balance my emotions while facing the challenges that came with my identity being known. Word had spread quickly about Jungkook's accident and his amnesia, making me the subject of whispers and stares.

I had initially loved being a part of the medical team, but now it felt suffocating. Patients and staff alike gawked at me, their eyes full of curiosity, as if I were a character in a story they couldn't quite believe.

"Look, it's YN, Jungkook's wife!" someone would whisper as I walked by, igniting a spark of gossip that felt heavy on my shoulders.

I couldn’t escape the barrage of questions and speculation. "How's Jungkook doing? Have you talked to him? Will he remember you?"

Each inquiry felt like another stab to my heart. The weight of their expectations crushed me. I wanted to scream that I was just a person trying to help the love of my life remember who he was, but instead, I plastered on a smile, putting on a brave face.

One evening, I was in the break room when Emma and co-workers walked in. She could see the turmoil etched across my face. “YN, you need to take care of yourself too. This is a lot.”

“I know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “But it feels like everyone is watching me. I can't just sit here while Jungkook...”

Emma stepped closer, her eyes softening. “You have to focus on what you can control. You’re doing everything you can for him. Just be patient.”

“Patient?” I scoffed. “How can I be patient when he doesn’t even know my name?”

“Give him time. Memories take time to heal,” she replied, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

I managed a weak smile, grateful for her support. “Thank you, Emma. I just wish I could make him remember. I miss him so much.”

Each day blurred into the next as I spent hours at the hospital with Jungkook, sharing stories and photos in hopes of sparking a memory. But each time I saw him, the recognition I longed for remained just out of reach.

One afternoon, I sat beside his bed, holding his hand. “You remember this, right?” I asked, showing him a picture from our wedding. “This was the happiest day of our lives.”

He looked at the photo, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured, but the distance in his eyes was still there.

“Jungkook, please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need you to remember me. I love you.”

“I wish I could, but I just can’t,” he replied, his voice filled with frustration.

Just then, the door opened, and Jungkook’s family walked in—his parents and his brother. Their faces were a mix of concern and determination. I could see the love they had for him radiating from their smiles, but it didn’t ease my anxiety.

“Jungkook, we’re here for you,” his mother said softly, pulling him into a gentle embrace. “We love you, and we’re all in this together.”