Clouds of smoke engulfed his vision as he breathed out. The old, infatuating scent of cigar inebriating not only his olfactory senses but also his mind, his body and his soul. Another puff and he could feel the stress rip off of him, layer by layer.

The night was a beautiful enchantress for letting the lawyer have a moment of solitude from work but an evil witch to not let him have tranquillity in his life. He could vividly remember the abstruse look on his companions face earlier this morning and the morning before that and every single time they've met in the past two days.

Although it was only once, he missed reaching back home to her telling him about what new she had learnt that day. Or what expired items were there in his house. He wouldn't name his concern as care, but he was anxious about her health- mental and physical. Her diet had decreased over the last few meals they had shared together and the lack of conversation would have surely affected her.

He rubbed his eyes, tilting his head upwards to look at the nightly expanse filled with stars and felt the air-breathing cold. Putting on his glasses again, he let his fingers type the word and stared at his laptop screen for whatever the internet could provide him about what he was after.

Amnesia.

He took another puff and learned more about the human brain than he'd ever wanted to know. He didn't realise when his search turned into a self-evaluation mania and for a short, excruciating moment he believed Youra had a tumour. That he might have one, as well. He experienced a deep concern for his brain stem until his nose was pushing against the screen and he realised how he had been leaning forward. He corrected his posture, gave his shirt a hitch and looked around.

Clearing his throat, he settled the dispute in his mind that it was because of these tricks and ticking time bombs in the human body that he hadn't chosen medicine. Because it was all just too scary. He'd rather much hand out a gun to a stranger and face it than the unpredictable nature of his own internal organs.

After minutes of debate and analysis, Jungkook could conclude that Youra was unlikely to be having a tumour. All the signs pointed to Post Traumatic Amnesia, which could resolve itself within minutes, hours, days or weeks. Months in rare cases.

Which put them solidly back at square one. The site he had been surfing through indicated that amnesia was a symptom, rather than a disease. And although he knew he couldn't be as qualified as a doctor to deal with Youra's problem, he believed Yoongi could be the one. Since his medical training had been put to use several times.

Another smoke and he bent a little forward, typing up his notes, conclusions and questions. Finally done, he took a stretch, satisfied by the cracking sound emitted from his joints and descended back inside his house, chewing a mint flavoured gum.

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Downstairs, he was met with a pair of curious eyes analysing his dishevelled workspace. He could see how her eyes hadn't left the pictures he had there displayed against the wall and then she looked at him.

Her eyes had never been sadder and he could easily recognise why, as there sat pictures of her mother - one of them smiling and the other covered in white and opaque. But she managed to wave at him and give him a small smile, which he tried to return with a softer and warmer one.

"Come with me." He said, pushing away the muck he had created and making sufficient space for her to sit.

She was still the same, poised and elegant exactly as the day they first met and now he had known where her grace had originated from. Even though she had been burdened with heartbreaking emotions from the moment she had been up in this detestable world, she had managed to keep her calm and think before she acted. Impressively, she managed to attract his respect immediately.

"Would you like to know about them?" He asked gesturing to her family, her father and mother, and the few relatives he could gather information about. He believed he wasn't in the place to be telling her about what kind of relations she had shared with them but certainly he could be the only source who could at least help her remember what she had before.

But she denied it. He looked at her shake her head sideways and her eyes closed for a brief second until she spoke.

"I already read what was written in there."

He nodded, agreeing with her decision, and shifted against the material of the couch, letting the cosiness lull him.

"But out of everyone on the list, I do not recognise him at all. I do feel like I know the others, but he seems to be a mystery." Jungkook's ears perked up at the dubiety in her voice and he sat up to look at the picture she had in her hand.

He sighed at the sight and she looked at him apprehensively.

"Who is it?" She asked.

He hesitated for a moment, his unpredictable hesitation coming as a surprise to him as well, but answered her question nevertheless.

"Kim Taehyung."

"Is he bad news or what?" She questioned again and his mind almost tricked him into saying that that was the case but his principles restrained his child-like attitude.

"No. He's an actor and I can say you both are good friends."

"Oh, is it so?" She muttered to herself, staring at the picture attentively until he pulled it out of her grasp.

"You can get your mind to work tomorrow, give it some rest." He exhaled dramatically, fanning her skull using his hands and she chuckled.

"What even are you-"

"Your brain would be freaking exhausted if you continue to smother it with memories all at once. Since you wouldn't try to care about it, lemme at least cool it down." He replied sharply, scrunching his nose at the sound of his exaggerated voice and she laughed wholeheartedly. She patted his cheek, telling him to stop making the funny but not funny face he was trying to make, that was pouting like a bunny with weird eyes.

"Stop!" She squealed, covering her laughter with her palm as he continued to make faces until she finally waved him off, trying to contain her laughter while holding her stomach.

He stopped, admiring her laughter for a moment until it was silent again and her amber-brown eyes looked into his own dark ones.

For him, it felt like something new, as if he was being read in a way in which he could never be and so he looked back at the files scattered in front of him. There was nothing unusual about it, nothing absurd but he felt different. Just like his behaviour went haywire more than it usually would, he felt the functioning of his brain deviate from its original trajectory more than it should.

What was it? He wondered but pushed the thought aside.

"I can rest my mind. But I don't want to sleep just yet. Sleeping is... difficult these days."

He wanted to ask why but decided not to when he noticed her staring at the pictures absent-mindedly. Her arm reached out for the same picture again and he pushed it out of her sight, not knowing why, and kept his glasses aside. He shifted himself to the ground and pulled a cushion to rest his head on it. He leaned his head back, sighing a little before turning back towards her.

"Then we can talk." He suggested.

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