3 weeks later

Y/n's pov

I went back to my apartment. Only I know how much I had missed my bunny during all this time. I had jumped on him as soon as he opened the door, realizing he was my euphoria, my elixir of happiness. I can't live without him. He is my life itself. I love him so much.

Jungkook never failed to return the love. He woke me up with showers of morning kisses, always checked to see if I was alright, and called me every two hours when he was at the office. I can't get enough of him!

Today, I resumed my work. Jungkook was against it, insisting I still needed time to heal whereas we both were sick in the first place. He reluctantly let me go only after I kissed him and promised to call him every hour. I wouldn't be surprised if his boss threw him out of the office someday.

"Hey! Y/n! WE DID IT!!!" Clair beamed at me as she rushed into my office.

"What happened? Why do you look so happy? Are you seeing someone?" I teased, noting her excitement.

"Ah, regarding that, can you give me Yoongi's number? I think I like him." She blushed.

"Really? That's great! But watch out for him. He can be scary sometimes." I gave her Yoongi's number. After all, we are talking about MIN SUGA here, one of the country's best music producers and rappers.

"Don't worry, honey, I can handle men like him," she said confidently. They might get along well.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you the actual reason for my happiness!" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Kim Taehyung accepted our deal. If we can complete this project, then we are promoted!"

"K-Kim Taehyung?" My heart panged on hearing his name. Do I know this guy? Why does it feel so familiar? A sudden wave of sadness hit me.

"Yes, the CEO of Kim and Sons," Clair said, making her way out of my office. I was lost in my own thoughts for a few more minutes.

As I tried to shake off the strange feeling, I focused on the task at hand. The name "Kim Taehyung" echoed in my mind, bringing an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. Had I met him before? Was he part of my forgotten memories? The uncertainty gnawed at me.

Determined to get to the bottom of it, I decided to do some research. I turned on my computer and searched for Kim Taehyung. His image appeared on the screen—a charismatic man with a piercing gaze and an enigmatic smile. There was something hauntingly familiar about his eyes.

I sighed, shaking my head. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I couldn't let this distract me from the project. Clair and I had worked hard to get to this point, and I needed to stay focused.

Still, a part of me couldn't ignore the feeling that there was more to Kim Taehyung than I realized. As I prepared for the day ahead, I made a mental note to talk to Jungkook about it later. Perhaps he could shed some light on why the name struck such a chord with me.

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I reached home before Jungkook. After dropping my bag and freshening up, I sank into the couch to watch some K-dramas, trying to unwind from the tiring day. Suddenly, I started sneezing repeatedly. After enduring it for ten whole minutes, I decided to take an allergy pill from Jungkook's room.

I found the pill and was about to close the drawer when something caught my eye. A square object was neatly wrapped in a handkerchief. I picked it up and examined the other side, noticing a sticky note that read, "Don't touch. JK's possession."

What does that mean? Is Jungkook hiding things from me? And what is 'JK's possession'? Many questions crowded my brain. But I decided to ignore them as I didn't want to invade his privacy. I replaced it in its original position before closing the drawer. Then, a thought struck me. "What if he is hiding my nudes? 'JK's possession' would be a reasonable name to distract others."

Ignoring his privacy, I reopened the drawer and unwrapped the object. It was a beautiful photo frame. The picture it contained was of me and someone else... We were grinning at the camera. The hauntingly familiar man had the brightest rectangular smile I had ever seen, and I looked... happy?

The photo frame slipped from my hands and hit the floor, shattering the glass into pieces. Tears streamed down my face as memories rushed back like a tsunami. I remembered Taehyung, my first love. The one who had sacrificed his life for me. His devilish brother and how he had treated me. I also remembered what I did with Jungkook. The pain was unbearable. I wished I had never remembered any of it. Jungkook had hidden it from me for a reason. Curse my curiosity!

I slid down to the floor, not caring that it was covered in shards of glass. The weather seemed to mourn with me, pouring rain outside as heavily as my tears. Would my eyes ever tire of shedding tears?

As the memories flooded back, I recalled the warmth and joy Taehyung brought into my life. His laughter, his kindness, the way he held me when I was scared. But then, the darkness followed—the torment from his brother, the anguish of losing Taehyung. And finally, Jungkook, my rock, who had always been there to pick up the pieces.

I hugged my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. The room felt colder, the world outside a blur. The photo frame lay shattered, just like my heart. I wished Jungkook would come home soon, to hold me, to comfort me. But for now, I was alone with my sorrow, the weight of the past pressing down on me.

The sound of the door opening jolted me from my misery. Jungkook entered, his eyes widening in shock as he saw me on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. "Y/n! What happened?" He rushed to my side, carefully avoiding the shards. His hands cupped my face, his eyes filled with concern.

"I remembered, Jungkook," I whispered through my tears. "I remembered everything."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "It's okay, love. I'm here. We'll get through this together." As the storm raged outside, I clung to Jungkook, finding solace in his embrace. The memories might be painful, but with him by my side, I knew I could face them.

I sat on the soft bed with Kookie beside me, still overwhelmed by tears and sobs that seemed to have no end. Jungkook gently held my chin, turning my face to meet his. "Please stop crying," he pleaded softly.

"How can I?" I sniffled. "You went through all that because of me. That psycho tried to kill you. I... I tried to shoot you," I choked on my words, breaking down once more. Jungkook pulled me into a tight embrace, tears streaming down his own cheeks.

"It wasn't your fault, Y/n. None of it was. I'm sorry. If only I hadn't argued with you that night," he lamented, his voice trembling with emotion.

"You don't understand," I cried, struggling to compose myself. "The decision to leave was mine. I was hurt that you didn't trust me, but now... now I feel so much worse. I tried to take your life, Jungkook, the man I love. I'm such a sinner. Why are you still with me? You deserve better. I'll only bring you disappointment. Any other girl could love you better than I can. My life is a mess. I can't cherish our love like I should."

"Stop it, Y/n!" Jungkook's voice was filled with anguish as he pushed me away slightly, his hands still gripping my shoulders tightly. "Don't you see how much your words hurt me? I've been through hell because I love you. I just wanted to see you smile again. How can you ask me to leave you so easily?" His eyes pleaded with mine, desperation evident in his voice.

I couldn't bear to meet his gaze anymore, overcome with shame and regret. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Listen to me, Y/n," Jungkook said firmly, his grip on my shoulders tightening slightly. "It wasn't your fault. You were drugged. You fought against your own demons to save me from Taecyeon. You saved my life, Y/n. You're not a sinner. You're my hero." His words washed over me, calming my racing thoughts.

Jungkook continued, his voice gentle yet resolute. "You mean everything to me. I would rather die than be with anyone else. It doesn't matter how broken or flawed you think you are. All that matters is that I love you, and I always will. So please, Y/n... for me... love yourself. You deserve it."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the overwhelming flood of emotions, and nodded silently in agreement. Jungkook never failed to make me feel wanted, loved, and cared for. He wasn't my first love, but he would be my last. I promised myself in that moment to stay with him forever. As Jungkook's lips gently met mine, I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch and the reassurance of his love.

"We'll get through this together," he whispered against my lips, his voice a soothing balm to my troubled heart.

After a moment of shared peace, I gathered the courage to speak again. "Taehyung is alive," I stated firmly, interrupting his attempt to reassure me otherwise.

He froze, his expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Y/n, we've been through this... Taehyung is gone."

"No," I insisted, shaking my head. "Our company is dealing with Kims and Sons. I saw him, Jungkook. I know it was him."

"But Taecyeon..." He began, unsure of how to respond.

"Taehyung wanted everyone to believe he was dead," I insisted earnestly. "He's alive, and he's deliberately hiding. I need to see him. I need to apologize and make things right. I can't move forward until I confront my past."

Jungkook was silent for a moment, processing my words. Finally, he sighed softly, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding. "Okay, Y/n," he said gently. "We'll find him. But promise me you'll be careful." I nodded gratefully, feeling a surge of determination and hope. With him by my side, I knew I could face whatever lay ahead.

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Idk what is the prolem with my laptop. I had given 4 hours to write 3 chapters but all work got deleted! It is really frustrating to redo all those!!

Gimme some time, updates will be slow. But I will try to do atleast one in a week.And as for Doctor x Gangster it is already drafted.

Jeongsri💜