~Jiwoo~

The minute I stepped foot into the house that night, Seokjin wrapped his hand around my wrist and dragged me towards Namjoon's studio. I was so stunned by how pissed off he looked that I just let him drag me there. It wasn't until he pushed me into the studio room that I saw the serious looks on the members' faces.

I looked at Jimin who looked away from me and then I turned to Hoseok who did the same. Well, damn the two are really mad. 

"What?" I asked.

"Where have you been?" Yoongi asked, eyes narrowing on me. "Do you have any idea how late it is?"

I glanced at my watch, "It's seven."

Hoseok scowled, "What were you doing out this late, Jiwoo?"

I sighed, "Not much."

For some reason I could feel the atmosphere change with what I'd just said. I looked over and saw that the members looked really angry for some reason. Was this because of what happened earlier today?

After a beat, Jimin crossed his arms, saying, "Seokjin saw something interesting this afternoon."

I opened my mouth but Taehyung cut me off, "Want to tell us where you went after you left us?"

"I..." I looked at Seokjin who glared at me and then back to Taehyung, "What?"

"We've noticed this too," Yoongi said, crossing his legs, "You look paler and weaker than usual. All this stress must be the cause of it but I think there's more to it."

I sighed. "Guys—"

Hoseok suddenly got up from his chair and walked towards me before placing his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. He walked me backwards and made me sit on his chair before he moved to stand beside Seokjin who was leaning against the wall.

Seeing the members look at me like this, I suddenly feel like a little kid getting scolded by her parents for doing something bad.

"How's your heart condition?" Seokjin asked, bluntly. "I left to go after Jungkook and saw you sitting on the stairs."

I nodded without saying anything.

"What did the doctor say?"

I sighed, "Can we not—"

"Jiwoo," Namjoon said, sternly. "We're already worrying about Jungkook's memories and now we're going to have to worry about whether to tell him about your condition or not."

"Don't tell him anything," I blurted. "Just... don't. Don't tell him."

Jimin sighed, "Jiwoo-ah."

I swallowed, "The doctor said it should be fine if I get the surgery."

"Then get the surgery," Seokjin said.

I shook my head. "I need to make more money and then pay for it."

Seokjin open his mouth to speak but I continued on quickly, "You guys are scheduled for tour too. I want to use that time to make money and not rely on you guys."

"We pay," Yoongi said, shaking his head, "You can pay us back."

"No," I said, firmly. "I've been planning this ever since Jungkook and I met. Jungkook may not remember but he agreed to let me pay for it myself and backed off."

The members shared a look but said nothing to what I'd just said.

"Let's talk again when you're better," Hoseok said, calmly, his eyes darting towards the members before coming to me again. It looks like he has a lot on his mind for some reason. "But we'll have to tell Jungkook—"

"I don't want him to know," I said, stubbornly. I never wanted him to find out but for some reason, Jungkook knew about it. It's possible that he'd heard about it from when he was first hospitalised and we'd met then. I never got around to asking him about how he knew.

"I don't know why you're doing this but I don't agree with it," Namjoon said bluntly. My eyes locked with his and I saw his eyes filled with anxiety and frustration.

"If he was to find out," Jimin said, "you know what will happen, don't you? Jungkook's not stupid. He's going to find out sooner or later."

Jungkook will lose it. I know that much. Then again, this Jungkook is different from the Jungkook I knew.

"Just stop it," I said, swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat. Just thinking about how Jungkook will act around me when he finds out... it was too much. He doesn't have nice thoughts about me and I don't need his pity or attention right now.

"To be honest," Seokjin said, loudly, bringing my attention to him. "I don't like what you're doing to yourself. Keeping your condition from Jungkook and us. Don't look at me like that. I know that if I never saw you this afternoon, you'd never tell us that you've gone to the doctors."

"Seokjin," I began.

"Am I wrong?" he cut me off. I said nothing because he was right.

"You want us to keep quiet but what will you do about your—" Yoongi began.

"I'm too sick now and it's already too late for me," I cut him off, on the verge of tears. "I could die today, tomorrow, next week—I don't know! It's something I'm prepared to face but even so, I don't think life is that cruel to take everything from me especially when Jungkook has no clue who I am."

"None of us will let you die without him remembering you," Hoseok promised. "You won't die too. We won't let you."

"I'll talk to him tonight," Taehyung said, speaking for the first time. I didn't like it at all because he looked determined.

"Why are you lot complicating things?" I yelled, letting my emotions take over. "What about me? What if I get another attack tomorrow? Do you think I can be at peace knowing that I left him in pain? If I don't get another attack and die, do you think I can live knowing that I'm going to put him through the pain of finding out about my sickness all over again? Did you lot forget about how protective and stressed out he was back then? Seeing that fear and anxiety on his face... That hurts me more than anything."

The members shared a look and it was Namjoon who calmly answered, "We don't want you to be in pain..." his eyes darted back to the members before they landed on me, "but if you want us to keep quiet then I really don't know what to do."

After what seems like ages, Jimin broke the silence by sighing, "We really do care about you, Jiwoo. That is why we'll keep quiet too."

I stared at him, feeling tears welled in my eyes. "I'm scared," my voice shook, "I don't want to die and this is the only thing I can do for him. I will tell Jungkook one day... just not now. He woke up not remembering who I am... I can't just drop this on him."

"Jiwoo," Hoseok said, softly.

"He'll probably agree to marry me because of it too," I said, bitterly, "I don't want that. Even if it takes weeks or months, I want him to remember me by himself. I don't want to force our memories on him and I really don't want him to start feeling like he owes me something if he knows about my condition."

I could barely finish that last sentence as I broke down in front of the members, feeling their eyes burning on me. When I heard some movements, I glanced up and my vision blurred as I saw Yoongi squatting down in front of me.

"Don't be scared," he told me, quietly. "We'll be here for you." Even if Jungkook isn't.

"We'll stay by your side," Jimin promised. "When you make enough money, we'll sit and wait for you as you go in for your surgery too. You won't be alone."

I glanced at Taehyung since he was the one who wanted to tell Jungkook. I could see how conflicted he was but then he finally nodded, "The members will keep quiet about this," he sighed and then said, "I will too." That was all I needed.

"So, don't think you're alone," Namjoon murmured.

I nodded, feeling more tears stream down my face. I've never felt alone ever since Jungkook forgot about me because I had them. They could never fill the void within me like Jungkook did but they were enough.

Yoongi stood up and then awkwardly ruffled my hair. I covered my face with my hands as more tears hit me.

I could hear Yoongi muttering, "Seokjin, come here and do your thing."

"I'm still pissed," Seokjin protested. At the sounds of him stomping over, I couldn't help but laugh a little until I felt his big arms closed around me.

I felt myself being lifted off my chair and when I removed my hands from my face, I was looking down at Seokjin.

"Don't cry anymore," he glared. "You know we all hate it when you cry."

I sniffled and nodded.

Seokjin put me down and I wrapped my arms around him tightly, resting the side of my face against his chest. He was the big brother I wanted and never had... until Jungkook introduced me to his loving brothers. Seokjin's been looking after all of us ever since then.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I'm mad at both you and Jungkook," Seokjin muttered. "I swear you two youngsters are making me age faster than I'd like."

I laughed at that.

When I let go of Seokjin, Hoseok closed his arms around me, burying his face in my hair, "Just promise us you won't keep anything else from us. Your doctor appointments, especially."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and nodded.

Hoseok pulled back, putting his hands on my shoulders, eyes looking down at me, "If you start feeling sick or anything, let us know too."

"Okay," I nodded.

"Look at her being so obedient now," Jimin muttered.

I forced a smile.

"We'll take good care of you, Jiwoo," Taehyung said, getting up from his seat and walking over towards me, "If Jungkook isn't going to do it, then we will. Rely on us too, okay?"

I was surrounded by the members and was once reminded of how much they care about me.

I nodded and then slowly looked around the members as they circled me, "Are you all done scolding me?"

Namjoon snorted. "What do you think?"

I grinned.

Namjoon reached out and wiped what's left of my tears away with his large hands, "You need to take better care of yourself too so you won't worry us lot."

"I will," I promised.

"Take to us if you need to," Jimin said, eyes serious. "We promised not to tell Jungkook but you need to be honest with us too."

"I know," I said quietly.

"Alright, now that all this is out of the way," Yoongi said, yawning, "I'm going to sleep."

"Have you guys eaten?" I asked.

"Are you going to cook for us?" Yoongi smirked.

I shrugged. 

"I'll help you," Hoseok said, walking towards the door.

"I can help too," Namjoon offered from beside me.

"No, you can't," Yoongi said, flatly.

Namjoon glanced down at me, "Sorry, guess I won't be helping then."

I grinned. "Well, you offered so that's good enough."