POV Jisoo

Enough time has passed before I was discharged from the hospital. On this day the parents were, so energetic and excited. They gathered me almost all day, helped me out of the room and walk to the parked car near the building. It looked very expensive, and I could only imagine what my home was like.

In addition to my brother and JungKook, no one has seen me in these days. Although Kook said that I have several other friends who were going to come, but for some reason they were not.

I sat in the car and watched the scenery that flashed outside the window. People, cars and buildings. In this city I lived all my life, but I do not remember anything of this life. Now I can only guess what will happen to me next.

Arriving home, Dad helped me get out of the car. By the way, a special driver drove us. Mom said that we always have that and that he was also taking me to school. I was a bit surprised, but I did not say anything.

Getting out of the transport, I saw before me a large and beautiful mansion. While my parents swarmed with my luggage, passing it to some people, I stood and just looked at this large territory. It was not a house, it was a castle.

-Honey, is something wrong? Do You feel bad? - Mom approached me and worriedly asked.

- A? No, - I shook my head, - It's just ... The house is so huge.

- Yes darling. This is your house, you like it? She smiled, and I nodded belatedly.

- Well, here, we go faster. Now our Jisoo will be at home and immediately remember everything, - dad called us, and we moved forward.

When I went inside, my eyes began to run. The rooms were small but beautifully furnished.

- Let's go to your room sooner, - Mom took my hand, and we moved to the second floor on a glass, twisted ladder.

- Well, how? Do you like?- She asked as we entered the wooden door.

The room was delicious. Beige wallpaper with patterns, beige big sofa on the side. Next to the glass table with a lot of some magazines and books. In the corner was a large bed, which was framed by a stone frame both above and below, and the "frame" was also with a gentle blue light, which made the room more amazing. Also this illumination spread along the whole wall on the ceiling. And near the bed, in the wall were "hammered" shelves with the same blue illumination.

-I ... like it very much,-I answered my mother after a minute of pause, not taking my eyes off the things in the room.

-Oh, how glad I am. I hope this situation really helps you with a loss of memory. Now rest. You need to gain strength. The maid will soon bring you supper, and while you look around, - this is where my mother left the room, and I looked around again and made an uncertain step forward.

Everything here is mine. Every thing belongs to me. Incredibly ...

Walking around the room, I stepped barefoot on the warm, terry carpet and felt my fingers soft softness. Approaching the shelf, I ran my fingers through the buttons of a large, musical column and accidentally pressed one of them, causing a pleasant melody of the piano to be heard immediately across the room, and then a man's voice singing in English. Now I know what kind of music I loved listening to.

I listened to the lines of the song trying to catch something familiar, something that I had heard before. But nothing appeared in an empty head, and appeared until it desired. I exhaled and pressed the same button. The music stopped.

I turned and, seeing a large closet nearby, hurried to him. Opening it, my view was a room from top to bottom, stuffed with a variety of fashionable clothes. I got out the first dress I got. It was somehow, it seemed to me, too short and small. I returned the thing to the place, as if I had taken it, something strange and immediately closed the closet. Then she walked lazily to the bed and flopped down on it, staring at the "glass" look at the ceiling. At least something that would help to remember. At least some clue. Nothing ... And then it dawned on me. A photo! Yes! Some photos in my room should be!

And I got up from the bed, looking around. Seeing on the opposite side of the room a few frames attached to the wall, I immediately rushed there and began to greedily consider them. On one I'm sitting, either in the park, or somewhere else and I'm looking not to the camera, but somewhere to the side. The sun is shining, and the hair is fluttering in the wind. In this photo of warm and summer shades. I definitely like this picture. On the next I'm in a completely different way. Dark locks of hair are slightly wound. On the face of a bright make-up. Dark eyes and bright red lipstick. A short, tight dress. Next to me are a few more girls, probably my friends. We stand by and laugh, in the hands of glasses with some drinks, and the situation around the club. Slightly surprised at this photo, I moved on to the next one. The third picture was a group one. And, most likely, from a school album. It was then that I could see my classmates.

In my class, apparently, there were more guys than girls. Most of them fooled around and laughed, posing on the photo. JungKook stood beside me, but not close, in the company of other guys, probably his friends. They, holding each other by the shoulders, together smiled sweetly at the camera. I stood almost in the midst of this big company and smiled faintly. Around me were the same girls as in the previous photo. They were hugged by several guys (or rather fooled), which, apparently, did not much like it, judging by the expression of their faces. Nobody touched me. I supposed I was there all alone, but at the same time I was not alone. Strange ... And why I do not see a photo with JungKook on the wall? If we met it, we should have it, did not it? Hmm ... I'll need to ask him.

And, as if in response to my thoughts, the door of the room creaked, and on the threshold was JungKook.

-Hey, Hi-he smiled and closed the door behind him.

-Hello, how did you get here?" - I was surprised and walked closer.

-I did not manage to take you home, so I came a little later. And, -he took out something from his pocket.- I wanted to give it away. -He handed me a small ring and put it in his hand.

- What is it? - I stared at the subject with big eyes.

-This is your wedding ring, they gave it to me when they brought you to the hospital,-he explained, and frowned slightly. -I hope you accept him.

I again lowered my head to the ring and put it on my ring finger.

-Did I wear it before? - I asked, not taking my eyes off by hand.

JungKook paused, and afterwards, somehow uncertainly nodded.

-Yes, do you like it?

-Very beautiful,-I nodded.

- And how are you? Already better? -I nodded again and smiled.

-I'm glad,- JungKook smiled back and gently stroked my hair. In a moment this gesture caused me such a storm of emotions. I could not understand what it was, but suddenly everything boiled inside me, my heart began to beat faster, and it became harder to breathe. My smile disappeared, and the last phrase of the brunette was heard with a loud echo in the clouded mind. I noticed Hook's worried expression and, like him, something tells me, but the voices in my head muffled real sounds. It's like wearing headphones on me, and now I'm not in our reality. I sank to the ground, because my legs were no longer holding. I took hold of the whiskey and squeezed my eyes shut. The voices continued and seemed louder and louder. JungKook shook me by the shoulders, trying to pull myself together, but the voices did not stop. It's like in the hospital then. As if all my forgotten memories want to break into the head at the same time, but they mix up, and I can not make out anything. Suddenly, a bright flash before my eyes, some people, the voices subsiding, and everything stops. The hearing is normalized, and I see a frightened JungKook in front of me. He sits in front of me on the ground and holds me by the shoulders. My shaking hands fall on his hands, and I try to catch my breath.

-What happened? -Jisoo, do you hear? Do You feel bad?

- No, it's okay .... I ... I think I saw something.

- Have you seen? In what sense?

I looked up and met his attentive gaze.

- When you stroked my head ... Such a strange feeling ... Have you done this before?

-Well ... Sometimes. And what? Did you remember something?

-I saw the two of us. In this room. But ... it was a strange vision, - JungKook tensed appreciably and helped me to get up.

-Apparently you're tired for today. Go, lie down. I'll call the doctor. -He lowered me onto the bed, and he leaned toward the door, but I hastened to stop him.

-But are not you curious to know what I saw?

The guy turned around and, looking at me, came closer and sat next to me.

-And what did you see?

- What is it? - I stared at the subject with big eyes.

-This is your wedding ring, they gave it to me when they brought you to the hospital,-he explained, and frowned slightly. -I hope you accept him.

I again lowered my head to the ring and put it on my ring finger.

-Did I wear it before? - I asked, not taking my eyes off by hand.

JungKook paused, and afterwards, somehow uncertainly nodded.

-Yes, do you like it?

-Very beautiful,-I nodded.

- And how are you? Already better? -I nodded again and smiled.

-I'm glad,- JungKook smiled back and gently stroked my hair. In a moment this gesture caused me such a storm of emotions. I could not understand what it was, but suddenly everything boiled inside me, my heart began to beat faster, and it became harder to breathe. My smile disappeared, and the last phrase of the brunette was heard with a loud echo in the clouded mind. I noticed Hook's worried expression and, like him, something tells me, but the voices in my head muffled real sounds. It's like wearing headphones on me, and now I'm not in our reality. I sank to the ground, because my legs were no longer holding. I took hold of the whiskey and squeezed my eyes shut. The voices continued and seemed louder and louder. JungKook shook me by the shoulders, trying to pull myself together, but the voices did not stop. It's like in the hospital then. As if all my forgotten memories want to break into the head at the same time, but they mix up, and I can not make out anything. Suddenly, a bright flash before my eyes, some people, the voices subsiding, and everything stops. The hearing is normalized, and I see a frightened JungKook in front of me. He sits in front of me on the ground and holds me by the shoulders. My shaking hands fall on his hands, and I try to catch my breath.

-What happened? -Jisoo, do you hear? Do You feel bad?

- No, it's okay .... I ... I think I saw something.

- Have you seen? In what sense?

I looked up and met his attentive gaze.

- When you stroked my head ... Such a strange feeling ... Have you done this before?

-Well ... Sometimes. And what? Did you remember something?

-I saw the two of us. In this room. But ... it was a strange vision, - JungKook tensed appreciably and helped me to get up.

-Apparently you're tired for today. Go, lie down. I'll call the doctor. -He lowered me onto the bed, and he leaned toward the door, but I hastened to stop him.

-But are not you curious to know what I saw?

The guy turned around and, looking at me, came closer and sat next to me.

-And what did you see?

- In direct. The red-hot metal on the skin.

From such words, I cringed. What a horror.

-What do you think these figures could mean?

- What?

- Before that, she got a bad evaluation. It was this assessment that she was burned on her hand.

-And ... did he punish that? Oh my God, what is this going on? - I was still coming in shock and indignation, - Is not anyone struggling with this? And the teachers? Elder? They do not care about the lives of students?

- How to say. The school belongs to one influential person, and he is not going to close it because of several such cases. He says that he is supposed to deal with everything, but for now let them all remain calm and continue their studies. Their lives are not threatened, and the perpetrator will be caught. But their "investigation", and has not moved from a dead center, and they are unlikely to find who it is all for. And the students are becoming more and more afraid of him every day.

-It's ... scary, JungKook. In fact, it's terrible, -I said quietly after a moment's silence, and, breathing deeply, rubbed my temples.

-So that do not get your heads all this, okay?

- How not to score, if it really happens. And even in the school where I study, -I looked at him in surprise.

-I ... like everyone else, I think that this person ... is involved in what happened to you,-he suggested uncertainly. This is what he wanted to tell me all this time, but did not dare.

-Do you ... seriously think about it? - I'm trying to analyze the whole situation.

-But ... who else had to do it. Although, you know what ... -He pauses, takes a deep breath and looks at me carefully.- Forget it. Just forget it. No one attacked you. And there is no evidence, so ... just throw it out of your head, okay?

-After all that you said ... It will be difficult to do- I chuckled.

- Well, my darlings. Have a good time? - Mom looked in the room and, seeing us together, she smiled warmly.

-Yes, lady- the guy smiled back.

-JungKook, will you stay for dinner? We just sit down to eat.

-I will not refuse,-he nods and looks at me. I'm still in a stupor, and my head is full of unnecessary thoughts, but I manage to come to my senses so that my mother does not notice my suspicious behavior. -Going?

- Yes, - finally, I nod and we leave the room.