At home, I stumble upon his phone.

He's in the shower and I just walked in the room to get mine.

I pick up his phone at the bedside table. I sit on the bed and try to access it.

The screensaver looks cute, his face was really funny in it and mine was unbelievable. I find myself smiling at how silly we were.

Then I press the home button. It has a password. So I try my luck and input some words.

First his name, then his pet name. No luck. So I type mine. UGLY, in capitals.

It unlocks, which makes me smile even wider. How sweet.

Then the wallpaper shocks me. I scan it carefully and without a doubt. It's me. It's me, but I don't recall having the picture taken.

I browse his photos and my heart just starts racing cuz it contains nothing but my pictures. Pictures of us together, at times I can't even remember.

I begin having shorts breaths again, my head spinning badly. But I want to hold on. I don't want to lose my consciousness again. Just when I've found some proof of my forgotten memories.

Jungkook steps out of the shower half naked and finds me gripping my chest and holding myself on the bed.

"(Y/N)-ah!" he runs to me and holds me. He also finds his phone on the floor, seems I dropped it.

"What are you doing? Why not ask me? I can tell you everything. I know everything you want to know." He told me.

He has me in his arms as I calm myself down. I hold on to him like my life depends on it. And finally told him, "Please. I want to remember everything. I want to remember you."

"It's alright. Just leave it to me."

I feel myself calming down in his arms. Now I know I just really have to believe in him. He's everything I got in this.

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We cuddle up in the living room, sitting closely beside each other, with his arms around my shoulders as I lean my head at the crook of his neck, his warmth enveloping me.

He starts telling his story, as I listen with an open mind.

"We met five years ago. Our parents told us we're arranged into a marriage once we graduate. We had no idea what it was like back then. I bullied you since the first day. But we start getting close without meaning to. You always had your hair hiding your face back then. So I called you ugly all of the time. Until I told you to keep it away and you willingly obeyed me."

I just remembered my dream. So it was really a part of my reality.

"After a year, I confessed to you. You easily agreed to be my girlfriend. It was the best day. We spent four more years together, in love and happy. I was certain, that marriage was the only thing waiting for us in the end. But earlier this year, you met an accident."

I hold my breath as I anticipate his next words.

"You weren't severely injured elsewhere but your head was hit and it put you in a coma for days. I thought I was gonna lose you."

He starts tearing up. I look up to him, witnessing how much pain he'd been through. He hid it well. He hid it too well just not to put that much pressure on me. In the end, everything he did was all for me.

Watching him right now, it just doesn't seem real, but he really is crying, for me.

"Luckily you survived that time but you slept for the next three days as I watch over you each night. And when you came to, I thought we'll finally be together. But I was wrong. Everytime you saw me, you had seizures. It didn't stop so the doctor told me to keep away for a while. Before I knew it, you only knew your parents. And you had a short term amnesia. You had forgotten every memory of the last five years. I told myself. Is heaven playing a game on me? Of all the years, why only those times?"

I grab his hands and he stares at me then continues, "You moved away and that made me so depressed. I lost hope. I only wanted to be with you, but why can't we be together? So I asked my parents to get on with the marriage. Thank heavens your parents were understanding enough to grant my request. If it took longer, I didn't know what I'd do anymore."

He hugs me tight and kisses my hair. "I don't know if you completely believe me, but I will make you believe that I really love you. That everything about us is real."

I don't know why but I start tearing up. Maybe a part of my unconscious is finally recognizing the memories again. I hug him back as I bury my face onto his chest.

"I will remember you. I promise. I will love you too."

"Let's do just that."

In the midst of the drama, I remember asking him one thing. I pull away and face him and he brushes away my tears with his fingers.

"What is it?" he asked.

"When we... when we had sex, I wasn't a virgin. It just felt wrong. I thought I still was." I told him straight even if I was embarrassed about it.

He only smirks and pinch my nose lightly, "How cute." 

Then he shoves and whispers on my ear, "Don't worry about it, I was your first too."

My eyes widen as I learn the truth. Then I feel him burying his face on my neck, giving me a small kisses.

"Kookie-ah..." I murmur.

"Call me that one more time."

I obediently oblige though, I'm feeling hot myself. "Kookie-ah!"

In a swift move, he has me under him on the couch again. The burning kisses begin and the rest of the night spent making hot sweet love.

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It doesn't come quickly. The fainting lessens as I try to recall each memory. The memories come to me little by little in my dreams. But Jungkook is patient enough in helping me. I feel blessed. So I'm really married to the one who loves me. And it's really not hard to love him back. Maybe that's why I easily gave myself up to him.

As each day passes, I fall for him all over again. The old memories helped me recover my love for him, but the new set of memories he's making makes my love for him even stronger.

Right now, every bit of my forgotten memories are back with me and every piece of my lost love for him is altogether in my heart.

"Kookie-ah!" I yelled as he walks out of the door for his class.

"Ye!.." He turns around and looks at me, awaiting what I'm about to say.

"I love you!" I shouted with a smile.

His eyes soften in surprise and gives me the sweetest smile in the world.

Right now, I'm alone with him. My past, my present, my future. My husband, Jeon Jungkook.

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The end. ^^

A/N:

This story has finally ended with just a sole vote and not a single comment! 😅

Haha. How great. 🙃

But I know a few did read till end (I hope.) 😖

But anyways, till my next non-SeungHan fic! 🤗

- nantokanarusa 03.16.18