Taehyung's POV-

"Chim, you aren't understanding. None of you are! When he says the words it physically pains me" I gulp down the lump in my throat. "The words aren't meant for me. The way he says them makes me wish they were but they're not. They're meaningless confe-"

I feel my phone vibrate in my hand. I pull the phone away from my ear and see it is a text from Yoongi asking me to call him.

"I have to go. Yoongi just texted. I've been avoiding him for two days, I'd better call him," I let out a shaky sigh. "Maybe what I have to say will be enough to smack some sense back into him."

We exchange goodbyes and I hang up with him before dialing Yoongi's number

*RING*

"Taehyung."

"Hey."

The line is silent after that.

There's so much to be said but it's hard to know where to begin.

He clears his throat, "H-How is he today?"

"Since the night you came he's started having headaches. They are pretty far apart from each other, but when they hit him they're bad. He had a seizure yesterday morning but he hasn't had one since."

He's quiet again and as it stretches out, becoming increasingly more uncomfortable, I decide to just come out with it.

"He thinks I'm you."

I hear a quiet gasp. "W-what?"

"His memories with you... he thinks they are with me. He thinks I'm the one who saved him that day. He thinks- he thinks loves me," my voice shakes, pain clenching my heart as the words leave my lips. "He thinks That I am the one who made him happy... Yoongi, if you could hear everything he says you would know that every single thing Irene has told you about him not caring about you and trying to get away from you isn't true."

My eyes, already raw and swollen from so much crying over the last couple of days tear up again as Koo's words, his whispered confessions and declarations of love repeat in my mind.

Things like I love you and I'm sorry and You saved me. Words I wish more and more with every agonizing second were meant for me, but aren't and won't ever be.

"You made him so happy. He was holding on through that hell he was living for you. You were making him want to live. He didn't want to leave you and he never intended to break his promise. He didn't do this, she did."

The line is quiet except for the sounds of his sniffling.

Suddenly he breaks out in a bitter, angry sounding scoff as he says, "How convenient for the two of you to have ended up together."

I am shocked by his tone. Did he not listen to a goddamn thing I just said?!

"Are you fucking kidding me? Listen to me you delusional asshole. You know that he loves you. You heard him yourself! He said it in his own words to your fucking face that he had never been happier than when he was with you!

"He's mistaking the person with his memories but his feelings are genuine. He is remembering the wrong person, not the wrong feelings. You made him feel that. You!"

I can hear him sniffling before he lets out a sob as I continue to speak.

"When he gets released from here he is going to be coming to stay with me. You do not have a say in the matter. He has nowhere else to go," I click my tongue in annoyance. "And you know what else? I am going to try my damnedest to help him remember you, not that you fucking deserve it. Even if it kills me I'll do it but don't think for one second it's for you."

I suck in a sharp breath as I try to control my anger. "I'll do this but you need to do something for me. You need to stop listening to what she says. You didn't knock down that door Yoongi. She manipulated your memory of that day into thinking you did but that wasn't you.

"We're going to prove it but you need to wake up. You have to. Don't let her do this to you again! You don't fucking need her, you need Jungkook and he needs you. He needs you."

He continues to sniffle before the line goes dead.

I understand he's upset, I'm upset too, but it's time he gets his shit together. Things are different now that Koo is awake.

He doesn't need Irene anymore. His love is awake and I'm going to bring them back together.

Even if my heart gets shattered in the process.

Yoongi's POV-

Would she really do this? Would she really go so far as to try to kill someone to get me back?

Is she that psychotic, that desperate for control over me?

I want to know what they've found because I simply cannot wrap my head around Irene doing this.

Sure she's crazy, but she loves me. She would do anything for me.

But attempted murder? That can't be true.

I want to believe Taehyung. I want to believe Kook remembers our relationship, our time spent together, falling in love. That he remembers me, just not that I am me, but wanting to believe something is true doesn't make it so.

I want to believe not only Taehyung, the rest of my friends too, but it's extremely hard when what they say is so drastically different from what Irene has said.

Additionally, what she says matches up with what the police as well as the doctors have found, whereas what everyone else says goes against almost all of it.

There's no reason for me to not believe her, but why does my heart feel so torn in two?

I need to talk to them. To Chanyeol, Mrs. Jeon, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin. Especially Kook. And I need to talk to them before I talk to Irene.

I need to have a broader view of what is going on before she can confuse me. Before she can twist things and make me second guess the situation and what I remember from that day.

God, I know she gaslights and manipulates me so why the hell haven't I questioned what she's said before now?!

My friends have been telling me for weeks that she is twisting what I'm remembering about that day.

Taehyung said I didn't kick that door in, but I really think I did. Didn't I..?

I remember being in such a panic that I bursted into the apartment looking for him. But... I am also pretty certain I had my keys... I never leave the apartment without them.

Was I in that big of a hurry, in that intense of a panic, to get inside that I would force my way in?

Fuck, why can't I remember!

I let out a frustrated growl, abruptly standing up from my desk, the force pushing my chair back into my coffee table behind me harshly.

I grab the ceramic mug on my desk half filled with coffee before throwing it, watching as it collides with the wall. I then put my hands flat on my desk to then swipe them across, sending everything that's been set purposely on it's surface plummeting to the ground.

Breathing heavily, looking around the room at the mess I collapse to my knees, bringing my hands up to secure them tightly in my hair.

My hair I dyed back to my natural color because he liked the blonde.

Every time I looked in the mirror I was reminded of the look on his face that night he saw it. My heart couldn't take it.

I remember so vividly the love and adoration that shined in his eyes as he looked at me. The look he always had when I caught him staring at me.

His eyes couldn't have lied. He had to have felt something... he had to have loved me.

He loved me as much as I loved him. I still love him.

I bring my hands down to cover my face as I begin to let out all of the tears I've been trying to hold back for so long.

All the tears she told me not to waste on someone who never loved me.