In the mansion, Jimin and Taehyung hurried to Jungkook's room. There, they found him sleeping soundly, cradling the pillow in his arms.

Jungkook, wrapped in Taehyung's oversized hoodie, appeared almost delicate. The loose fabric accentuated his slim frame, revealing a hint of collarbone and milky-white skin. To Jimin and Taehyung, he was nothing short of adorable—a precious baby in their eyes.

Jimin gently brushed a few stray hairs from Jungkook's forehead, observing as Jungkook nuzzled further into the pillow. Sensing the chill, Jimin tucked the blanket around him, eliciting a contented sigh from the slumbering boy.

"Let him sleep, hyung." Taehyung whispered, gripping Jimin's hand. Jimin nodded in agreement, and together, they tiptoed out of the room, leaving behind their slumbering cutie..

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Jungkook stirred, the morning light filtering through the curtains. It was Sunday, and Taehyung and Jimin's meeting had concluded just the day before. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, they were departing for Busan tomorrow. As he descended the stairs, a sense of restlessness tugged at him—boredom mingled with a newfound lightness.

Jimin descended the stairs, his eyes hooded with sleep, yet a soft smile gracing his lips as he caught sight of Jungkook.

Jimin noticed the small smile that graced Jungkook's lips. In those eyes, he glimpsed a newfound innocence—a facet of Jungkook he hadn't noticed before.

Indeed, Jungkook's comfort toward Jimin and Taehyung lingers, and their sudden appearance in his life remains unsettling. The mystery of how they know his name adds to the intrigue. Perhaps time will unravel the secrets that bind them together.

During breakfast, Taehyung and Jimin attempted to engage Jungkook in conversation. To their surprise, he responded with nods and small smiles—a subtle shift from his previous silence. Perhaps the walls around his heart were beginning to crack, allowing a glimmer of trust to seep through.

As they settled on the couch, Vmin sensed that Jungkook harbored unspoken thoughts. Meanwhile, Jungkook grappled with uncertainty—what names should he use for them? Since arriving, he hadn't uttered a single word in their presence.

Taehyung's introduction hung in the air, and Jungkook's gaze lingered on him. A thousand unspoken words swirled within Jungkook's mind, yet he hesitated. The weight of secrets and unfamiliar bonds pressed upon him, leaving him yearning to break the silence.

"Kookie, is there something on your mind?" Taehyung's inquiry drew Jungkook's gaze. Their eyes locked for a moment, the warmth in Taehyung's gaze triggering a sense of déjà vu. Yet, Jungkook couldn't place where he'd encountered those familiar brotherly eyes before.

Jungkook nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Spill the tea." Jimin playfully urged, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook's. Jimin hesitated, expecting Jungkook to pull away, but instead, Jungkook held on tighter, surprising them both.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the floor as he asked, "How do you both know me?" His fingers still entwined with Jimin's, he searched for answers. Taehyung sighed, asking back, "How don't you know us, Bunny?" Jimin's eyes held a hint of sadness, a lingering doubt that this might not be their Jungkook—someone else with the same features and name.

Jungkook tilted his head, confusion etching his features. Taehyung's smile widened as he teased, "We stalked you." A playful glint danced in his eyes, but Jungkook's expression shifted to one of the horror.

Jungkook's hands trembled as he released Jimin's hand and stood up from the couch. "W-what?" Jimin shot Taehyung a weary look. Why did Taehyung have to say that? Jungkook wasn't entirely comfortable with them yet, and Taehyung's joke about stalking might just push him away.

Jimin rose from the couch, his hand on Jungkook's arm, gently rubbing his back. "No worries, Kook." Jimin reassured. "Tae is just messing around—it's a joke."

Jungkook's eyes held uncertainty, but before he could protest further, Jimin pulled him into a tight hug. "He's just teasing, kiddo." Jimin mumbled, casting pointed glares at Taehyung, who wisely stayed quiet, not wanting to break the comforting embrace—Yet, the mocking smile denied to fade away..

Jungkook gradually relaxed, finally returning Jimin's hug. Jimin closed his eyes, lost in memories. It had been years since he'd held Jungkook like this—back when Jungkook was just a kid. Now, he was all grown up. Funny how time changes everything, but not the warmth of a nighttime embrace.

They finally broke the hug, and Jimin and Jungkook settled back onto the couch. Taehyung's grip on Jungkook's hand tightened, sadness etching his features. "You... really don't remember us?" His voice trembled. "We're your brothers. Don't you recognize us?" He asked, even though he already knew the painful truth.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on Taehyung. His heart tugged, urging him to say yes—to bring a glimmer of happiness to these two men who claimed to be his brothers. But his mind, clouded by forgotten memories, whispered a different truth: he didn't remember them at all.

Jungkook's voice trembled as he whispered, "No... I'm sorry." He squeezed Taehyung's hand, the weight of forgotten memories heavy upon him. "It's ok you don't have to be sorry.." Jimin's smile wavered, masking the tears that threatened to spill. Again.. Doubt gnawed at him—was this truly their Jungkook, or someone else entirely?

Jimin reached for his phone and pulled up a cherished photograph from their childhood. In the image, a 9-year-old Jimin cradled a 3-year-old Jungkook in his arms, while an 8-year-old Taehyung stood beside them, his hand resting on Jimin's shoulder. Their smiles were wide and genuine, frozen in time. In the background, Mr. and Mrs. Park beaming proudly.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the photograph, the image of their younger selves frozen in pixels. His mind was a jumble of emotions—frustration at his own memory loss, curiosity about the people in the picture, and a longing for something he couldn't quite grasp.

He blinked, trying to summon any flicker of recognition, but it remained elusive. Jimin's hopeful expression tugged at his heart.

Jungkook's fragmented memories tugged at him—the crinkling of eyes when their owners smiled, the warmth in those almond-shaped eyes that had once held affection and pampering for him. It was as if the past whispered to him, urging him to unravel the mystery of these familiar faces.

"BUNNY~~"

Ah, the sweet echoes of nicknames—the gentle threads that bind hearts. Perhaps those endearing names were whispered by your brothers, woven into the fabric of shared memories.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOOKIE!!!"

The blurred scenes of a party—the flicker of candlelight, the laughter of children, and the scent of cake—hint at memories woven into the fabric of time. Perhaps it was your sixth birthday, a day when wishes danced in the air like fireflies.

"Hihi.."

It was with someone special, or perhaps his brothers. The threads of memory weave a tapestry of shared laughter and play, leaving him with a sense of warmth and longing.

The haunting fragments—the blurred scenes of struggle, the forceful hands pushing him into a van. The memories cling like shadows, elusive yet undeniable. Jungkook's heart raced, caught between the known and the forgotten.

"HYUNGIE!" Jungkook's inner struggle intensified—the forgotten memories clawing at his consciousness, a tempest of pain and confusion. His shout echoed through the room, raw and desperate. In that moment, he clung to Taehyung, as if the strength of their bond could anchor him against the storm within. Tears flowed freely, blurring the lines between past and present.

Taehyung's embrace tightened around Jungkook, a lifeline in the storm of forgotten memories. Jimin's heart raced, torn between panic and joy. The sound of Jungkook's voice—those syllables, Hyung—carried a weight that transcended time. Twelve years of silence, yet the echo of brotherhood remained.

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