YN's POV
Days turned into weeks as I navigated the maze of emotions and challenges that came with Jungkook’s amnesia. I spent every possible moment by his side at the hospital.
The hospital became my second home.
“Hey, Jungkook,” I greeted one afternoon, taking a seat beside him. “How are you feeling today?”
He turned to me, his expression neutral. “I’m... okay, I guess. Just trying to make sense of everything.”
My heart sank. I longed for the playful banter we once shared, the way he would tease me until I laughed so hard I cried.
“I know it’s overwhelming,” I replied softly, “but we’ll figure this out together.”
Jungkook's POV
Every visit from YN stirred something inside me, a mix of emotions I couldn't quite place. Despite my memory loss, her presence felt comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night.
I noticed her writing in a journal, her brows furrowed in concentration. “What are you writing about?” I asked one day.
“It’s just... thoughts,” she replied, looking up with a faint smile. “I’m trying to make sense of everything, just like you.”
I nodded, appreciating her honesty. I wished I could offer her the comfort she so desperately needed, but I felt lost.
YN's POV
One day, during my break, a nurse approached me. “YN, how are you holding up? I can only imagine what you’re going through.”
“It’s tough,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I have to stay strong for him.”
“I admire your strength. He’s lucky to have you,” she said, offering a reassuring smile.
Jungkook's POV
As the days turned into a blur, I focused on healing. Physical therapy sessions became a part of my routine, but the emotional side was still a struggle. I often felt the weight of expectations—everyone expected me to bounce back, to be the vibrant Jungkook they all knew.
One evening, I overheard nurses discussing the latest gossip about my accident and YN. They talked about her struggles, and it struck me how much she was sacrificing for me.
“Hey, do you think she’s okay?” I asked one of the nurses during a therapy session.
“She’s doing her best,” she replied. “But it’s hard for her. You both have been through so much.”
I felt a pang of guilt wash over me. Despite not remembering her, I knew she had been my anchor. “I need to do something for her,” I said, determination rising within me.
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Mrs.jeon
RomanceKim YN has admired Jungkook from afar for years. When she finally meets her idol at a BTS concert, the encounter stirs unexpected emotions and possibilities. As their worlds collide, what will unfold when a lifelong fan and a superstar come face to...
