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42.

15 minutes later

Venue- Seon's house

So, the doctor had informed us that Taehyung should be admitted at the hospital for at least 5 more days till everything settles down. He was still unconscious and I was worried sick, just like Mrs. Kim had been. Even though that Mrs. Kim badly wanted to fly to Canada in the next flight itself, my mum assured her that we'll take full care of Taehyung and call her to update every day. She did agree, hesitantly, mostly because she couldn't just take off in such a short notice from her tough work itself.

My mum stayed back at the hospital and Jungkook and I headed back to my house to fetch some of Taehyung's clothes for the next few days.

There was an eerie silence in the guest room as none of us spoke.

I pulled out some sets of his clothes that he had neatly arranged in his cupboard and packed it to the black backpack I carried.

Jungkook was waiting near the door, patiently till I was done.

'You know' he spoke in a soft toned voice that almost sounded sad. 'It must be nice to have a caring mum'

I stopped in midway, grabbing one of Taehyung's shirts and looked at him.

'Mwo?'

'The feeling to have a mum' he continued, without meeting my eyes. 'I've never felt something like that before. And your mum really treats me and Taehyung kinda like that and-'

I dropped the shirt I was holding, into the backpack. 'Y-you don't have a mum?'

I immediately regretted asking that.

'Ani, I didn't mean it like that-' I said hurriedly as I saw Jungkook's face turn pale. 'I meant was-'

'No, its fine' he spoke while forcing a smile. 'Yeah, I have never had a mum'

The blood pulsing inside me turned cold and I came to the realization that I have never asked about him. I had been so self obsessed to even ask about his family. How did I not know that before??

I couldn't even imagine my life without my mum. It was a picture that I could never envision. I remembered Jungkook saying how nice my mum was when he first came to my house. And I never thought about it once, that he didn't have one. What happened to her? Since when?

I couldn't think of anything to say. Should I say sorry?

Jungkook broke the silence, answering the questions in my head. 'It's really okay Seon, you don't need to say anything about it. I've been living without her my entire life and I don't even know how she looks like...my dad never talks much about her, he said that she died when I was small. I don't even have any memory of my childhood before I was five. My thoughts are like all erased'

'What?' I blinked. 'Like you don't remember anything? Before that? Not a single memory?'

'None' he said. 'It's crazy I know'

'So you live with your dad?' I asked while zipping up my backpack.

He nodded. 'I haven't seen your dad around?'

'Um-my dad' I started. 'I live with my step dad here, but he's not in touch that much. He's away with business all the time and rarely comes home' I paused. 'My real dad, he died when I was four, on a car accident'

Flashes of my dad that day came to my mind. The car crashing to a jeep, a man wearing sunglasses purposefully skidding towards our car and my dad behind the steering wheel, seconds before his death.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget the memory when I felt a warm embrace envelope me.

Jungkook wrapped his hands over me, his touch soothing.