"She's an actress, huh?" The pure white pages blotched with ink rustled as he turned them over deliberately. The ambiguity in his voice was more bent towards fascination but the hint of mockery hadn't faded.

"Yes."

"Haven't ever seen her in any drama or movie," Jungkook stated impassively, eyes flitting between the printed words and the pictures alongside

"Tell me the last time you watched a movie that wasn't your 'I would like to kiss her while spinning her around in public' and I'll tell you why you haven't seen her in movies." The monotonous sound reached his ears and he snickered, rolling his eyes at the blonde cop's sharp memory.

"I was seventeen!" He opinionated.

"And you haven't grown a day for me." The blonde grinned.

"Her fingerprints." He passed a plastic bag to the older, ignoring the said amiable words.

"Well done. How did you get those?" The cop sitting in front of him asked.

"It was easy. She didn't bother washing her dishes and I didn't bother wasting the golden opportunity." Although she did look wiped out.

Jungkook stared at the plastic being dumped into a box which in turn ended up in a bag. Getting her details, studying about her past based on whatever data the internet could have, finding anything about her was a little easier now that they knew she was an actress.

But the blood and the wounds offered a route he didn't want to take. He just couldn't bring himself to the scenario where she would be in the wrong position, and he couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because of the unanticipated look of terror in her eyes when she saw the gun or the vexed creases on her forehead he noticed earlier that morning.

The crime of murder was bound to make news and so was her disappearance.

"Expect to see your girl's face on every news channel once you go back home today, it would have been more than twenty-four hours by then." The older spoke casually, tilting his head as he scanned through the documents.

"She isn't my girl. By the way, Yoongi hyung, got anything on a murder?" Jungkook asked as discreetly as possible. He didn't want to let the detective know about her dark memories just yet. Not until he was sure if she was guilty or anywhere near that word.

Yoongi was a man of justice more than Jungkook could ever be. His first instinct would be to hand her over to the police unless Jungkook would reason him out why he shouldn't. And at the moment he was deprived of all the logical judgements he could have otherwise thrown in.

"You have something there, Jungkook?"

"No. Just because."

"Haven't heard a thing. If anything, I'll let you know."

Jungkook nodded, diverting his attention to the file once again. "Song Sohyun."

"Mother. Say she was the one who led her daughter into the industry. A screenplay writer, couldn't gain much information about her, but every movie this girl has played a role in, that are three, by the way, were written by her mother. From what I've heard, she was always there on the set with her daughter and also seemed to be quite controlling to some but in an interview, your girl said-"

"Not my girl." Jungkook clicked his tongue, interjecting again.

"-that was just her protective side and it isn't a big deal."

"Alright. Song Minseok."

"Father. A retired navy officer. There isn't much about him, he spent almost half of his life in the seas. He didn't take upon anything after retiring. There have been rumours about him being an extremely strict parent because he wasn't much of a supportive person towards her but no confirmations."

Jungkook nodded. "RIght. She's been seeing someone?"

"Call them the on and off couple. Until recently their relationship was a secret. It was like a month or two ago that they made an official public announcement. And almost two weeks ago they took a break again but there had been news that were back together. Who knows?" The older shrugged, clicking his tongue.

"I see."

"He's an actor as well. She debuted along with him in the same movie so it is safe to say they've both known each other for quite some time. I also figured that her mother was the one who encouraged them into this relationship, strange I'd say. And well, he did play the role of being a boyfriend." Yoongi snickered as he took a sip of his coffee and leaned back against the chair whilst Jungkook stared at him perplexed.

"What?"

"He might or might not have caused a fuss about her sudden disappearance on the set." He continued to snicker, making Jungkook shake his head sideways before coming back to the file.

"That's it?" He asked, reaching the end of the file.

"I hope not. I haven't looked into family friends or relatives as of yet."

"Alright. This is enough for now." Jungkook let out a sigh before looking up at the detective. "But hyung, get me whatever you can." He gave a small tap on the table.

"I will. Although, tell me one thing. What is it about this girl?" Yoongi questioned, leaning on the table, letting go of his cop expression for the first time.

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't charging her the amount you'd usually charge someone, you went shopping with her and moreover, you're letting her live in your house. What is it?"

"It isn't anything," Jungkook pushed his chair back, rested his head against it and stared upwards, swinging himself around lethargically. "She came to me without a clue as to who she is. Just doing what I do, helping a person in need." He shrugged, coming to a halt and gave a small smile to his hyung.

"Whatever you say, but she's got something going on in there." The older stood up, pointing at his friend and made his way towards the exit of the room, not making his departure until Jungkook had yelled an 'It is literally nothing'.

Once alone, he scooted towards the table immediately and quickly opened the abandoned file. Two turns later his fingers stopped, hesitating to move any further. His eyes stared at the countenance of a woman who showed up in his life at a moment similar to any other but there was this something about that woman, and he couldn't seem to get over it.

It wasn't suspicion, he believed. Not even the fact that she was basically a stranger living in his house. She wasn't of any danger that he had realized when she made surprised gasps over his neighbours' dog performing certain tricks.

He knew a little about her but it felt like he had been there forever. Technically, he was there in every moment of her life ever since she woke up and remembered nothing. He was the only one she could trust, rather had to trust under the circumstances but that was enough, he believed.

Her name, that was a different bliss for him to pronounce and so he gave a long look to the brightly smiling face in front of him, never blinking but learning the more he could. His lips parted and he exhaled a sigh before her name left his lips.

"Song Youra. Who are you?"

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"I... I made you something to eat." She whispered when he entered the kitchen, immediately scrambling away from the island table and hid behind herself a course of meal kept on the counter.

It took him a minute to understand what she had said, he looked around, noticing she had been standing before the counter the whole time, smiling. "Thank you." He smiled back, exhaling out a tired breath. "What is it?"

"Now that would be a surprise, Mr. Jeon!" Her excitement brought a genuine grin to his lips as he plopped on the chair nearby.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to cook anything but once I started to look for whatever I could remember, or thought that I remembered, it all came as natural to me. As if I have always been passionate about cooking. But finding the ingredients here was quite difficult. Don't you clean your kitchen? It looks good on the outside but if a person might open one cabinet, it is nasty."

"Excuse me?" His brows furrowed, head resting on the table while he watched her work.

"Like, just look at it," She pointed towards her left, showing him the mountain of, what he assumed were, the unnecessary things in his kitchen. "All of that expired or is already rotten. There isn't a single nutritious thing in this kitchen, except for protein shakes. Pizzas? How long have they been in the fridge? Looks like over a decade." She muttered the last line, pacing back and forth and around him to grab whatever she needed.

"I don't have the time to-"

"Oh, sir, you do. You just don't want to do your chores like a spoiled brat."

"Ex-freaking-cuse me?!" He sat up straight, his eyes wide like a dear caught in the headlights and mouth agape. But she didn't look like she gave a damn.

"It was sweet of your neighbour to let me borrow some of the ingredients, otherwise I believe we both would've had to sleep empty stomach tonight. You'll go to the grocery store tomorrow and get yourself, also me, something edible that actually makes good food." She ordered ceaselessly and he hadn't realized the smile he had on his face the whole time until she turned towards him.

"Yeah, whatever, mom."

"Hey!"

"You're acting like that, not my fault," He muttered while raising both hands.

"Whatever." She huffed out while trudging towards him with an annoyed expression. She didn't look at him as she served him her new accomplishment, nor did she pass him the chopsticks he asked for and Jungkook couldn't help but think what happened?

"What-"

"Nothing." She sharply replied before he could even ask and started munching on her food to visibly distract herself from the unnamed awkwardness of the moment.

He didn't inquire any further. His eyes finally gave up on her to come to the source of some delicious fragrance and he found himself drooling at the sight of the most basic Korean delicacy. Never in his life, he would've thought jajangmyeon could look so appetizing. Or maybe it was the way he made it that ruined his appetite every time.

"Youra?" He called out, waiting for her response. But she ignored him.

He called for her again and was soon met with a pair of curious eyes. She halted for a minute, mouthing the word to herself. "Youra." She repeated, shaking her head sideways before giving him a small smile. "It just feels too new, my name. As if it came out of nowhere just like I did." She chuckled a little and devoured another spoon from her bowl.

"No, it isn't like that. We've looked a little into your family and found the most basic things. You might like to go through them with me?" She nodded immediately but then stopped, dubious of the sudden excitement she felt.

"I don't know. If I can't bring myself to believe that my name is Song Youra, how will I trust the information... because I did try searching for myself on the internet and everything, although exactly the same on all sites, felt out of place."

Jungkook did not respond immediately but then nodded after a while, shifting back in his seat as he cleared his throat. "That's expected."

"Is it?"

"Yes, of course. You've lost your memory, your behaviour is totally acceptable." His expression softened, a small gesture that allowed her to loosen a little more. "How about switching on the TV and we watch something?" He suggested with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips and she nodded, already over the unpleasant argument they shared a few minutes ago. She left her seat to get herself a paper towel and he did the drill to switch on the television. The news channel was displayed immediately and the voice of a male reporter was heard in the room, loud and clear.

"And coming to the latest tragedy that befell the happy Song family. Actress Song Youra has been declared missing by the police department a few hours ago. Song Sohyun, a famous scriptwriter and the mother of the uprising actress, has been certified dead around 1 yesterday morning. The tragic events are supposed to have taken place alongsi-"

The shock and confusion seemed to hit her together as she stumbled backwards, almost losing her balance. The flashes coming from the television screen highlighted her vague expression and she froze. The excitement she had felt after learning her name, the feeling of having something new all felt like a curse to her as she read the same line again and again. 

Song Youra...

Song Sohyun...

The names were enough to well up tears behind her waterline and she had to gulp to push them away. The newly equipped information had broken her faster than she thought it could have. She felt weak and her legs were ready to give in until Jungkook had held her by her hand to keep her steady while she stayed focused on the television screen.

He felt her heart beat a mile per minute, a death-like pallor ornamented her usually flushed face. He waited for her till she spoke, "The one I was trying to save was... my mother?"

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