promotions ended. yes, finally. i was pretty sad but happy too; knowing that i can finally rest.
the hyungs and i left the stage after waving goodbye to our fans and the staff.
we then headed backstage to our waiting room. "well done guys!" our manager exclaimed, clapping for us. i felt happy. maybe not. deep inside, i wanted to cry. cry my heart out. from the pain that hasn't healed. her. she wasn't awake yet. however, i was determined to wait. i know she would wake up.
we packed our stuff and headed out of the building, boarding our van back to the dorm.
i looked out of the window, admiring the scenery and nature. i thought about her. i miss her. so much. i just want to hug her tightly and tell her how much i love her. i want her back.
"jungkook... " jimin hyung whispered. "you okay?" he continued. i just nodded and gave him a empty smile to reassure him. i really didn't want anyone to worry, i have been a burden for too long.
soon, we reached.
as i was about to get off the van, my phone vibrated in my hands. i looked at my phone screen and it was a call from seulgi noona. i immediately picked up.
hello??
jungkook! yerim woke up! come to the hospital immediately!!!
really?!ok im coming!
i instantly hung up and sat back on the van's seat, tapping my manager's shoulder, "please bring me to the hospital!" i shouted. i was so damn nervous as the van drove off.
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i ran to the ward as quickly as i could. i didn't just rush into the room, i peeked into the window, seeing the noonas standing around her bed. and she was there, the love of my life, she was laying on the bed, smiling from ear to ear, talking to her unnies. tears started welling up in my eyes, from how joyful i was by her consciousness.
i slowly opened the door and walked in. they stopped conversing as silence filled the air. my tears started rolling down as i approached her. she looked at me blankly, i couldn't read her face. i couldn't figure out what she was feeling. she seemed confused. i held her hand, "yerim... you're finally awake"
but she just shook my hand off from hers, before furrowing her eyebrows. she looked at me with fear and confusion. "wh-who are you?"
my heart sank. i froze. it felt like time had stopped. my legs were weak and i fell to the couch behind me. the noonas held me but i was just staring at her, many emotions rushing through my body. i was scared, confused, stunned, depressed. i didn't know what to say.
"y-you don't remember me?" i asked softly. all she did was shook her head. "i-im sorry... but i don't." she answered. i couldn't help but burst into tears.
i waited for weeks. i held in the pain for weeks. and when you finally woke up, you said you can't remember me? must i wait longer? i really love you. i just want to clear things up with you and be with you again. must i wait for you again? im slowly dying, yerim. i need your love. i need you. but you don't remember me. what am i suppose to do?
-yerim's pov-
"y-yerim... he's your boyfriend... jeon jungkook... don't you remember?" wendy unnie asked.
jeon jungkook? boyfriend? what?
the name sounded particularly familiar, but i couldn't remember anything related to him.
i just shook my head. i felt so sorry. he was crying his eyes out because of me. and i didn't know what to do. all i felt was sorry and pitiful.
im sorry, jungkook. i don't remember you, but i really want to. because... you were my boyfriend? but how can i remember my unnies but not you? my... love?
"i-im really sorry..." i apologized. he just stood up and slowly left the room with no reply. i felt bad, really bad— watching his lonely back leave my sight.
irene unnie then handed me a phone. "here's your phone. i hope you'll remember many other things using it. i hope you'll remember... jungkook." she said and smiled. i gladly accepted my phone as they left the room.
i switched it on and the wallpaper was a photo of me and him. jungkook i assume.
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i frowned. i couldn't remember anything. there was even more pictures of me and him in my gallery. they seemed familiar, like dejavu, but i couldn't remember exactly. i explored my phone—chats, photos, videos, and so on. but i couldn't remember, him.
who are you? im sorry for not remembering you... but there is just this strong will in my heart that tells me to remember.
