So I got to see you again.
The doctor told me your broken leg should be fine- the car crash treated your body well.
But not your mind. Not your memories.
He told me you were learning to talk again. You were saying my name over and over again apparently- the first word you've said since the incident. It was all my fault.
God I love you so much.
-Jungkook
*As Jimin had predicted, there was something else in the envelope. The next bit was much smaller though- the last three gifts were just a little smaller than dimes, but this one was more like a tiny pebble.*
What car crash?
Clearly something had happened to him. It finally made sense why he was here. There truly was a reason for him to be trapped in here, surrounded by white walls, the beeping of machines filling his ears.
"J-Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook." Jimin repeated it all the time. It was hard for him to say it still, as he wasn't used to speaking.
He placed the fourth fragment in the small baggie he kept on his nightstand. Jimin laid down, and stared at the bag.
Why am I here?
How did the car crash happen?
Why was it Jungkook's fault?
Why can't I remember anything?
Would he ever be able to?
[A/N] I hope I'm not boring anyone who actually reads this. I've never written anything around JiKook and thought that this would be an interesting storyline ahaha whelp
-STP
