Memories

I gasped. Everyone stood in shock. "Taehyung? When did you get to Seoul? And who's that?" He asked looking at Yuna. "Someone go get a doctor." His mother called. My heart fell. How could he not know who I am? "Jimin what am I doing here?" He asked Jimin who looked just as confused as him.

Soon the doctor came in and asked him a ton of questions. "And what was the last thing you remembered?" He asked. "I was having an argument with my father, about work." He said. No it can't be. He hasn't spoken to his father in almost 2 months.

The doctor stood up and looked at me. "You may want to step outside." He spoke. My heart was breaking. My feet almost gave up. "I'm so sorry, Mrs.Jeon, but it seems that he has suffered memory loss due to his head injury," he explained. "He hasn't remembered anything over the past 2 years." He spoke. I gasped and almost fell down.

We got married a year and a half ago. That means he has no idea I'm his wife. He doesn't know I love him. He doesn't love me.

"But it can be restored, due to memory jogging by certain things but there is no guarantee his memories will ever return, I'm so sorry." He spoke before leaving me in the hallway.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I clenched my chest trying to process what was happening. He doesn't even know me. And there is no chance he ever will love me again. My breathing became heavy by just the thought of him slipping away. My head was spinning. Just when my legs were about to give up I fell into warm arms. "Y/n? Are you ok?" Jimin asked helping me stand upright and leading me to the chair.

"He doesn't remember me." I cried. Jimin looked at me with sadness, not knowing how to comfort me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before hugging me in comfort rubbing my back. Tear pooled down my cheeks. I was crying so loudly. Jungkook must've heard me from inside.

"He doesn't remember me, he doesn't love me." I sniffled. "He will, with time he will I promise you." Jimin spoke with a soft tone. "What if he doesn't." I looked at Jimin. He didn't know what to say, because he too wasn't sure.

Soon after I collected myself I entered his room. Everyone soon filtered out of the room upon my presence. He was looking at his fingers. Jimin stood by my side. "Jimin can you tell me what the fuck is going on?" He rolled his eyes.

Jimin sighed. "You were in an accident. You were hit by a car, and you lost your last 2 years of memories." Jimin explained. Jungkook looked stunned but kept a stern expression, just like he used to when I first met him.

"Ok and who is she?" He asked eyeing me up and down. "This is your wife." Jimin spoke. I fiddled with my fingers. "Wife? Huh? I never got married." He replied. "You did, it was an arranged marriage." Jimin said. I stood there too afraid to say anything.

"When did I get married?" He asked. "A year and a half ago." Jimin said. "Year and a half?" He asked shocked. "Maybe when you go home tomorrow more memories would return." Jimin spoke. "Maybe...." he muttered. He was back to his old self. Cold and stern. Expressionless.

After he fell asleep I crept into his room and sat at his bedside. Gazing at how handsome he was. How perfect. But he doesn't know a single thing about me or who I am. And that hurt so much.

I touched his cheek gently. So soft and smooth. Just then I accidentally woke him up. He opened his eyes and stared at me. I looked at him fiddling with my fingers. "Well are you just going to sit there or speak?" He asked. I sighed. "Don't sigh it's annoying." He scowled.