"A knife?"

"A knife, yes. Found near the master bedroom of the Song residence. That's where Mrs Song was mostly spending her time around those days." 

Jungkook heavily sighed with a frown upon hearing that, resting his head on his fist while leaning on the wall of his room with his cellphone pressed to his ear. 

"There is no blood on it, but they've sent it for the forensic analysis. Now this might be a turning point for it all, Jungkook" Yoongi's voice sounded like a diffident whisper, and the lawyer knew this new piece of information would either solve a lot of unsaid queries or end up complicating the entire case even more.

"I will be legally getting the 24-hour footage of the front door's CCTV in a while. Do you want me to mail that to you?" The elder asked and Jungkook nodded, eyes lost somewhere else.

"Oh yes, yes hyung," He mumbled upon registering Yoongi's words. "I've got nothing much to do today anyway," The lawyer added before hanging up, lazily throwing his body on the bed.

Emptily staring at the blank television, he blew a raspberry into the air before chuckling at the ridiculous situation at hand and his laid back attitude at the very moment. He couldn't help it though. It only made sense to have a Sunday to himself after all that had been going on.

His mind although, couldn't rest. He knew that subconsciously he's still trying to figure out where the cards are falling and in whose favour he would be standing in after a while.

It seemed as if everything was slowly turning into something he couldn't quite foresee. There was no hindsight, unlike most other times he handled a case. There couldn't be one.

Perhaps it was a Sunday that had to be spent like one. His eyes closed with his brain and he sighed before turning back towards the television and switching it on.

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"Flowers for the distressed lady," Hoseok announced before handing Youra a bunch of the pretty little flowers that were planted on the sides of the entire park.

"Why, thank you?" She breathed out, taking them and laughing with him. She smelled them before scrunching her face and shaking her head at him as a reply.

"Some flowers are meant to be for the beauty, Youra. Not all flowers smell the best. Doesn't mean they won't be called a flower though, does it? Their image in our minds would still be beautiful and pretty."

"That's true." She acknowledged, continuing to stroll next to her closest friend. It hadn't taken her long to realise that Hoseok really did become a safe place— the dynamic man had his own way of dealing with her, and most importantly, he kept his promises. She could feel how being near Hoseok didn't feel like a treatment; it felt like happiness. She didn't feel like she had to be careful all the time around him.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Why did you become a therapist?"

"You're answering my question with a question, Miss Song." He chuckled. "I decided to become one on a pretty young age, I decided to be someone who could heal people. Imagine being the reason to someone's heart being light. Someone's smile increasing everyday. I wanted to be something I wanted for myself. Someone who would listen to me while I talked to my heart's extent."

"These are difficult times, Youra. We're living in a world where people don't love enough. One finds it hard to express oneself's feelings. In a world like this, if I can help someone to evolve, to become a better version, not just become better in other's eyes but become better in their own... where's the harm?" He glanced at her while she stared at him in awe.

"I admire how you love your work, Hoseok." She smiled and Hoseok grinned back, giving her a grateful nod.

"So do you, don't you? Why did you become an actress?" He enquired and Youra widened her eyes before looking up and then at him. She nervously chuckled before shrugging, resuming to walk a little faster than she was earlier.

"Youra..." Hoseok stopped, making her turn around and look at him. His usual smile was replaced with concern on his features, eyebrows twitching a little.

"I've been contemplating whether to say this out loud..." He gulped, pressing his lips together. "We've already had many sessions together. Casually met too, as friends. But you never talk about your past." He noted and she felt her heart skip a beat.

"You always avoid it. And it's not the kind of avoiding where you don't want to talk about something, it's more like... you don't know what to talk about."

Youra could feel his peircing gaze threaten her for the very first time. She wanted to run away. She had no idea about how to deal with this situation. Even though she trusted Hoseok a lot, she did not know if this was good.

"Do you know your past, Youra?" His question let her world tremble for a moment until he sighed, coming closer to her. "Did you really expect me to not realise?" He asked further, his expressions not so professional anymore. She knew he felt slightly hurt. She had told him she'll always give him the truth, but giving the half truth is also a lie.

"I was scared." She exhaled, closing her eyes. "I- I didn't know what to do," She explained, shaking her head.

"Does Jungkook know about this?" He asked in a monotonous voice and she couldn't dare to even think of lying.

"Yes." She sounded and he sighed loudly, slumping before massaging his temples with his fingers.

"Youra-"

"I know." She interrupted, eyebrows drawn together. "I know, and I'm sorry." She paused. "I'd told you I'd take time to trust. I'd told you I'd take time to give you everything. And you've been patient with me. Very, very patient, Hoseok. And I can't begin to explain how thankful I am for that." She added, her voice delicate and sincere.

"I should've told you about this. But I was stuck too. I felt so alone at that time, Hoseok. Slowly, my life was falling into place and I did not want anyone to know about the horrors of it. I wanted to be normal, be a person who did not just lose all she had-" Her words got stuck in her throat and Hoseok placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, looking at her with a soft look in his eyes.

"You can't run from it, Youra." He stated, shaking his head. "No matter how much it puts your mind at ease. You can't. You have to face it to get away from it. I know it's hard, but you have to,"

Youra knew Hoseok had said it to assert his point. She knew it was necessary, she knew he was right. She also knew that she couldn't run any further and that she was getting tired of hiding the truth just to get nowhere in terms of progress. She knew she had to begin somewhere for it to end, and she knew it was time.

"Hoseok." She turned to face him, eyes determined and a small smile on her lips. "I've always wanted to thank you for this," She muttered and he lightly shook his head.

"Don't thank me, Youra. This is not just my job. You are my acquaintance. You are my friend. I would do anything in my power to see you confident and happy," He told her making her heart melt due to his sweet words, more due to the fact that she knew he meant them.

"Then let's start again, shall we?"

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A small smile graced her lips as Youra walked through the small corridors that led to Jungkook's place. She felt so much better after talking to Hoseok without restraints or constraints. She thought she'd feel miserable after letting him see her raw form, the persona that did not pretend to have all the memories of her past.

But when she truly opened up in front of him, she felt alive. She didn't feel judged— which was her biggest concern. She felt safer than she'd thought she would. Even though the thoughts of whether Hoseok should or should not be aware of her memory loss still danced around her mind, she couldn't help but omit the legal and lawful rights and wrongs of the situation. Emotionally, the woman felt at peace, and that's all she wanted to care about, with everything going on around her.

Besides, she could trust Hoseok, right?

She softly exhaled before looking back up and realising that she was already standing in the living room of the house, and immediately her thoughts diverted to remember how the lawyer had suddenly embraced the actress the other night after that encounter with the obsessive fan.

Then her mind, without her permission, replayed the little scene where the man had gently locked his lips with hers in a beautiful rhythm of short breaths and soft pecks, and now she stood in the living room but her cheeks tinted red with the thoughts of its owner all around her.

Youra gulped before shaking her head with furrowed brows, remembering how he'd texted her that he could not pick her up this afternoon for he was busy with work at home. She'd generously asked Hoseok to drop her and he had, but now her curiosity got the best of her when she could not see him around.

She peeked into his mini office, just to find nobody in there. Her frown deepened at that until she walked towards his room which seemed to be a little noiser than usual. Knocking once or twice but getting no response, she became anxious for no reason at all and tried to open the door, which conveniently wasn't locked— but upon stepping inside, she witnessed what she'd never imagined.

Jeon Jungkook, the guy with the tailored and intricate suits, sprawled on his huge bed in a pair of t-shirt and shorts, about to stuff popcorn in his mouth with his lips curled up in a giggle while intently staring at the screen of his television.

On the television, Youra recognised, was herself, delivering a dialogue from her most famous movie.

That, until her eyes travelled back to the man who now had his head turned towards her, eyes big and hand midway in the air with popcorn still in his fingers, caught like a deer in headlights.

"You were binge watching my movies the entire day?!"

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