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Jimin’s voice cracked as he whispered in slight confusion “What do you mean, who is he?” His wide eyes looked into Jungkook's
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, as his pale face held a confused “I… don’t know who he is. Should I?” His voice was soft yet utterly sincere.
The room went utterly still. Jin let out a heart-wrenching sob, collapsing into RM’s arms. Yoongi rubbed Jin’s back while RM murmured quiet reassurances, though his own face was pale with worry.
Meanwhile, Taehyung stood frozen. His eyes locked on Jungkook, his face an unreadable mask of hurt and disbelief. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Jimin quickly knelt beside Jungkook’s bed, gripping his hand. “What about me?” he asked, his voice trembling. “What about Jin-hyung? What about Yoongi-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, Hoseok-hyung? Do you remember us?”
Jungkook blinked at Jimin, tilting his head slightly even though the question puzzled him. “Of course I do,” he said softly. “We’ve known each other for years. Why wouldn’t I remember you?”
Everyone in the room let out a collective sigh of relief, except for Taehyung, whose frozen state didn’t waver.
Just then, the door burst open as the doctor and nurses rushed in, alerted that the patient was awake. The medical team began their assessments, checking Jungkook’s vitals and asking him a series of basic questions.
Taehyung, still trembling with suppressed emotions, suddenly stood up, his rage spilling over. “Why is he acting like this? Why doesn’t he remember me?” His voice cracked, startling everyone in the room.
The doctor turned toward Taehyung, his expression calm but serious. “What exactly do you mean?”
Before Taehyung could respond, Jimin spoke up, “He doesn’t remember Taehyung,” he explained. “He… he looked him in the eye and said he doesn’t know who he is.”
The doctor’s brows furrowed as he nodded slowly. “That makes sense,” he said, his voice measured. “From what we know of his injury, the bullet damaged part of his brain. This kind of trauma can sometimes result in what’s called selective dissociative amnesia. It’s a rare condition where someone can lose memories associated with a particular person or event.”
“What does that mean?” Taehyung demanded, his voice desperate. “How long will it take for him to recover?”
The doctor sighed sympathetically. “There’s no definitive timeline. It depends on Jungkook. He may regain his memories slowly, or it could take longer. Sometimes, it requires the right triggers to restore those memories.”
Taehyung’s face fell, and the weight of the news seemed to crush him. He watched silently as the nurse adjusted Jungkook’s IV and handed over instructions for his care. The doctor offered a final word of encouragement before leaving with the medical team.
The room grew heavy with silence once more. Everyone’s faces reflected the weight of the news. Taehyung, his chest heaving with suppressed emotion, turned abruptly and left the room without a word.
Jungkook noticed, his gaze lingering on Taehyung’s retreating figure. A strange pang shot through his chest, but he didn’t understand why. “Hyung,” he murmured, looking at Jimin. “Who… who is he?”
Jimin sighed, “He’s your husband,” he said quietly, glancing at Jin, who had taken a seat beside Jungkook’s bed.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. “My… my husband?” he stammered, looking between Jimin and Jin for confirmation.
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MY WIFE
Storie d'amore* A beggar who got married to a mafia, who was also his high school best friend. the beggar aka jungkook was his second wife, the mafia was so dangerous , ruthless and cold , he had never shown any love to other . Will he change after his bunny en...
