Who are you? || ✔️

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Y/N's POV

When I heard those words come out of his mouth, tears rolled down my cheek and I quickly grabbed Jungkook's arm and ran to the hospital.

Once we arrived, I walked over to the bed that Jimin was in to see if he was OK. He stared at me, confusion showing on his face.
"Are you OK?" I asked, concern obvious on my face. He didn't answer and looked around the room to the other members, as if he was trying to ask them questions.
"Who are you?" He asked.
My heart dropped.
He didn't remember me.
After everything that we had been through, he doesn't remember me.
All the memories of us had been erased.
"I am your wife, Y/N," I said, a crack in my voice. Before anyone could say anything else, I ran out of the room, hot tears dripping down my cheeks. I found the nearest bench and sat down to empty all my feeling right there. I could hear the shouts of his voice in the hospital room. Arms wrapped around me and I looked up to see Jungkook hugging me. I returned the hug, tears flowing out of my eyes again.
"He has amnesia, he will get some memories back eventually, you just have to wait OK?" He said, my head laying on his shoulder. I simply nodded.

(They went back to Korea)

When Jimin got discharged, we all went back to the mansion. As soon as we stepped into it, Jimin began ordering me around like a maid.
"Get my shower ready for me whoever you are," he said, brushing past me and into the kitchen. "Oh and, if you don't do what I tell you, you won't even know what would come for you," those words chilled down mu spine and I just stood there observing. "GO!" He shouted and I rushed off to get his shower ready.
I was his wife, how could he treat me like another one of his maids?

A few hours later

"COME MAKE ME FOOD!" He shouted, I sighed and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
"What do you want?" I asked, checking in the fridge for any food.
"Anything you're actually good at making," he said. I went off and began cooking.

When I was done, I placed the food in front of Jimin. He spooned some of it and put it in his mouth. He spat it out in disgust.
" WHAT TYPE OF FUCKING FOOD IS THIS? IT TASTES LIKE SHIT!" He shouted, I flinched as he through the plate beside me, making it crash onto the wall. He came closer to me and before I knew it, he slapped me hard across my face. I held my cheek as I looked up at him. He began kicking me in the stomach and punching me, every hit was a new cut in my heart. Maids rushed over to try and calm Jimin down but he shouted at them to get back to work. He kicked me one last time before he left the house. Maids ran over to me and helped me up,
"Are you OK? What happened out there?" Jisoo asked, a concerned look on her face. I explained everything to her so that they understood. They helped me cover the bruises and wounds once they knew the story.

After recovering, I ran up to our room and slammed the door shut. Jimin had changed. I didn't even know that I would get exposed to all this abuse in our own marriage.
I don't like this new Jimin...

To be continued...
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A/N - THAT PLOT TWIST DOEEE LMAOOO