Y/N's eyes fluttered open, she could hear the steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound that filled the room.

She tried to sit up, but a dull ache in her head made her wince.  She turned her head to see a man sitting by her bedside, his dark eyes filled with concern. He was wearing a lab coat.

"You're awake, honey." he said, a smile spreading across his face. She was about to do something but he said, “Shush, let me check if you are okay first. Don't stress.”

He started checking her blood pressure and blood sugar level. Meanwhile she was confused as she stared at the doctor.

"Thank God, Your blood pressure is a little low but you are fine. How are you feeling?" He cupped her face.

She thought he was a doctor as he was dressed as one, but why would a doctor cup her face like this? This was weird. She doesn't like being close to a stranger like this.

Y/N frowned, her mind a haze of confusion. "Where am I? Who are you?”

The man's smile faded slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "You're in the hospital. You had an accident. Don't you remember?" He reached out to take her hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I'm Jungkook, your husband."

"Husband?" Y/N repeated, pulling her hand away. The word felt foreign on her tongue. "I... I don't remember.”

"It's okay," Jungkook reassured her, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made her uneasy. "You might have some memory loss. But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Y/N nodded hesitantly, her mind racing. She wanted to believe him, but something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at her, felt off. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
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Jungkook's home was spacious and well-decorated, but it felt more like a showpiece than a place where people lived.

Y/N pushed his wheelchair, she hasn't started walking yet, her eyes darting around nervously. Every room was immaculate, as if it had been meticulously prepared for her arrival.

"Welcome home," Jungkook said, his voice warm but with an undercurrent of something she couldn't quite place. "I've made sure everything is ready for you."

"Thank you," Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked around.

“Mom! Mom!” A kid who was barely 4 years ran to her and hugged Y/n. She was surprised. Who is this kid? “I missed you so much.”

Y/n stared at the child and she felt no affection or anything for the child.

“Are you okay?” The kid looked worried. She looked at Jungkook.

“Our son, he will turn 4 in a few months.” He told her. She hugged the kid. Even when she doesn't know him.

“Thank you for getting rid of Hansi, I hated her.” The kid said. And that literally changed the whole aura of Jungkook.

“Jihoon, what are you saying? Have you gone insane? Who taught you that?” He almost yelled. Y/n watches as Jungkook grabs the arm of the kid harshly. She felt a little protective over the child and softly took the kid away from Jungkook.

“Who is Hansi?” Y/n asked. Jungkook sighed as he looked at Y/n.

“He is still Young, maybe it's a grammatical mistake, he might mean something else,” he replied.

“Go ahead and play.” Jungkook patted the kids back.

There were pictures on the walls, photos of her and Jungkook together, smiling and happy. But she couldn't remember any of it. There were not one kid but two.

“Who is she?” Y/n asked, pointing at the girl. Jungkook looked at the picture and he was tense.

“My daughter.” He replied.

“Your daughter? Or like our daughter? Is she not related to me?” She asked. Jungkook turned to her.

“She is our duaghter, look at her. She is an exact copy of you.” He told us.

“Then where is she?” Y/n asked. She saw how his mood changed suddenly.

“She was with you when you got into the accident.”

“Oh, how is she?” Y/n asked.

“She didn't survive.” He replied, she watched as tears formed his eyes.

Oh, so Y/n not just have two children, one of them died too?

But Y/n was not feeling any pain. As a mother she should feel something. But Instead she was feeling relieved?

“How did I get into the accident? Where was I going?” Y/n asked.

“Just everyday errands, it's just our life Y/n. It changed too quickly.” he held her hand. “I am glad that you woke up from Coma, handling all this pain alone was so hard.”

He cupped her face but Y/n felt awkward and he noticed it too.

“You don't remember anything?” He asked again. And then smiled a little. “I wish I could forget everything too, so it wouldn't be this painful for me.”

“I am with you.” The words slip out of her tongue. She didn't even think much about it.
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As the days passed, the feeling of unease only grew stronger. Jungkook was always by her side, watching her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

He was kind and attentive, but there was a possessiveness in his eyes that frightened  her. He says he lost his daughter in an accident, but he looks fairly fine. He doesn't look like he is going through some grief.

He says he is grieving but his actions say otherwise, maybe Y/n is just judging him hard.

“How did we meet?” She asked. And he looked surprised. “How was our first meeting?”

“In hospital.” He replied.

“Why?” She asked. He stared at her, as if he didn't want to tell her the reason.

“You got hurt.” He replied. And Y/n was even more confused as he took such a long pause before replying.

“I was your patient? You date your patients?” She asked.  He chuckled.

“No, we crossed paths outside the hospital a couple of times too.” He caressed her face with a smile on his lips.

“So, who fell first? Or confess?” She asked.

“Of course, me,” He replied. “And I still love you a lot.”

“What if I don't remember anything or us forever? Would it be weird for you to live with Someone who does even remember anything?” Y/n asked.

He shook his head. “I am sure you get your memory back, if not we will make new memories. You are the love of my life, Y/n. And I would love you no matter what?”

“No matter what? People don't actually believe that, like we have to think properly, no one loves no one no matter what. We love people who behave like our ideal type, when they stop acting the way we want them to act. We stop loving them.” she exclaimed, even though she doesn't know what she is talking about.

Jungkook stared at her and nodded his head. “I get your point, but I don't agree. As long as there is loyalty and love,”

“No, it's not. What if I am insane? What if you are insane? What if you are a murderer? Do you still want me to love you? I can't do that. And I am sure you can't either.”

Jungkook just stared at her face blankly. “Don’t think too much, honey. I am getting late to the hospital. I will see you later.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead, she stared at him with a little smile. She feels like he is lying, as if he is not her husband. Or they are not married and maybe he got obsessed with her in the hospital she is not sure.

But she is not scared of him. She is not. She actually likes the idea if he is obsessed. She likes getting loved by him, she likes admiring this man, who she is still not sure if he is her husband or not.
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Y/n couldn't sleep. She misses Jungkook. He is on call, and Y/n just can't sleep without him. It's so weird. Maybe because she is scared of this house? Maybe she is scared of being alone in the middle of nowhere.

She caressed the hair of the almost 4 year kid, she is not even sure if he is her son. But she does get a vibe. He is a little weird, some things he says that don't make any sense to her.

“Mom?” He called.

“You are still awake?” She asked.

“I just remembered,” he said.

“You remembered what?” She asked politely.

“Our secret, thank you. I hate hansi. Thank you for getting rid of her.” He replied. The day she came to her house he said the same and got scolded by Jungkook.

She didn't think much about it and thought he was trying something else. “What do you mean? I get rid of her?”

He nodded his head. “Hansi was annoying. I hated her. She would always get dad’s attention away from us. Dad loved her more than he loved you and I. Dad even slapped me when I tried to drown her in the pool.”

Y/n sit up, what is this kid saying? Is he on drugs? Or Y/n?

“Wait, wait what?” She asked. He nodded his head as if he was proud. He smiles cutely, there is no way this cutie knows what he is even talking about.

“I know dad’s secret too.” He said.

“What is that now?” Y/n exclaimed. What she has noticed is that he is harsh to his kid.

“He cries a lot. When he misses Hansi.” he said. Y/n was just getting a weird feeling.

“And your secret, you know dad almost went there.” He said.

“Went where?” Y/n asked.

“Our little hideout. Dad was checking the wall, and almost opened the door.”

“Which door? Can you bring me there?” She asked. He nodded his head and then started pulling her hand. She followed him and he went to stand in front of a wall, he tried to reach for the lamp but he couldn't.

Y/n picked him up, and he opened the lamp and pressed the button. Causing a secret door to get Open. Y/n stared at it in shock.

The inside was just a room, a table and a picture of Jungkook and her on their wedding. There were some toys on the floor, “I was looking for this robot toy.” Jihoon said.

“It's late you should go back to sleep,” Y/n said and took him out of that room, she was scared of it she was not sure why.

Later that night, she couldn't fall asleep. She just couldn't, she was trying to remember. She wanted to get her memory back. It was like an open mystery now.

She then went back to the secret room and looked at the picture of her and Jungkook hanging on the wall. It was huge.

She touched the frame, and moved it. It opened like a window, and on the back of it there was a small door which had the code on it. Her fingers tapped on the unknown date.

1908, the day she first saw Jungkook. Her breath caught in her throat.

The room was filled with pictures of him, dozens of them, covering every inch of the walls. Some were candid shots, others seemed to have been taken without his knowledge. There were notes and letters scattered across a desk, all in her handwriting, detailing every aspect of his life.

It wasn't Jungkook who was lying to her. It was her, who lied to him about her identity, her name, where she came from and everything.

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