Jin stepped into the warm cafe, not really sure what he was expecting. From behind the girl looked exactly like Y/N.

But she wasn't. Her eyes were different and the way she laughed. Sounded so much like Y/N, yet different somehow. So who was she?

"Who are you?" He blurted out while gawking at the unsuspecting girl. Namjoon blanched at his best friend's sudden outburst.

"Jin?"

Jin looked at Namjoon for an explanation. The girl looked confused as ever.

"Jin this is Penelope..." Namjoon gestures towards the girl. She smiles up at him extending her hand for him to shake it. Jin just stares at it, then over at Namjoon.

He went to ask another question, only to hold his tongue. Nothing made sense. Namjoon married a different girl, dated a different girl. Who was this imposter?

"Jin."

Jin rubbed his face in agitation, hastily walking from the building. Namjoon follows close behind.

"Jin!" He yelled at his friend. Jin turned to look at Namjoon, his face perplexed.

"Who is that?" He jutted a thumb towards the girl inside the shop window. She looked slightly amiss staring back at him.

"I told you, that's Penelope. What's your problem?"

"She's not your wife!" Jin accused. The girl from his coma would have ripped Namjoon a new one had he seen him here with a Y/N look alike.

Namjoon's face changed to anger, "I don't have a wife! Penelope is my girlfriend."

Jin recoiled from the malice in his best friend's tone.

"Joon... what about Carly?!" 

"Who the fuck is Carly!"

"Your wife... remember you guys got married at Naksan Beach. Don't you remember?" He searched his friend's face for any sign that indicated he knew what Jin was talking about. Nothing. Just the piercing white hot pain shooting through his head once more from a failed memory.

"Jin... I've never been married. I've only known Penelope for a few months now."

He tried to listen to what Namjoon was saying. The pain deafening as darkness swarmed around the edges of his eyes.

"Jin?— Dammit not again!!"

—

When Jin woke up, it was dark. A steady beeping sound becomes a comforting sound.

Consistent, reliable even.

It told him everything he needed to know.

For whatever reason he was still living in this dreadful reality of people pretending not to know anything. He was losing his mind a little more everyday.

A soft click of the door resounded through the room. Slowly he turned his head to see who disturbed the tranquility within.

"You're awake?" Her voice was soft and gentle.

"Sadly." Right now he was drowning in self pity. Wanting nothing more than to go back to his artistic wife and the life that no longer existed.

She moved to sit beside his bed. The light from the hall framing her face in sharp shadows. Jin couldn't quite tell who she was.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like my head is splitting in two. I don't know what to believe anymore." He sighed, looking away from the girl. She kept clicking her fingers. It was a nervous reaction.

She wanted to tell him everything. But every time she came close to talking to him. It was impossible.

Yoongi said that it would help him. She just couldn't do it. Not yet. Sighing heavily, she got up from the chair and left the room. Guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Jin heard her leave. He didn't dare look back or call her. She wanted him to believe she was someone else.

Penelope. Not Y/N.

Y/N doesn't exist. But her voice... sounds so much like hers. Yet when she laughed in the Cafe before.

Her laugh wasn't the same.

Closing his eyes tightly, Jin listened for the rhythmic beating of the machine to lull him back to sleep.

—-

"They want to admit him to Fishers Psychiatric hospital."

Namjoon paced the length of the hall. He had seen these walls too many times in the past year. Jin wasn't getting any better. The black out spells and headaches grew worse.

Every other week Jin laid in a hospital bed hooked up to machines to calm him and ease the pain. For what?

Nothing seemed to be helping. The doctors told them to try and keep certain aspects of their lives to themselves. How?

Every aspect of Namjoon's life was laced with his best friend's. Penelope didn't understand any of it.

The doctors have different theories on what could have happened.

The dream doctor seemed one bird short of a cuckoo's nest. However he appeared to have some idea as to what was going on with Jin.

"Maybe that's what's best for him." Jin's mom sighed in defeat. Namjoon instantly stopped walking.

"Are you serious?" He asked incredulously. Mrs. Kim shrugged, peering in the window at her sleeping son.

"He hasn't been my Jinnie boy since he woke up."

Namjoon raked his fingers through his hair.

"That doesn't make him crazy!"

She rounded on him.

"What am I to do?" Mrs. Kim sobbed. Truth was Namjoon didn't know. All of it troubled him. He could barely sleep at night. The only time he slept was when he found himself in the bottom of a bottle.

"Mrs. Kim." A cool voice called to the lady. Namjoon looked up to see Dr. Min with his hands in his pockets.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Min, I have been speaking with your son about what is going on with him."

"Why have I not heard about it?"

"Well... he is a grown adult." Mumbled Dr. Min. Namjoon raised an eyebrow at the uncouth doctor.

"I'm his mother!"

"And he has a right to do things without your consent"

Mrs. Kim narrowed her eyes at the cat eyed man in front of her. Hands firmly on her hips. Namjoon knew that stance well and took a step back.

"I should have been informed! They want to stick him in a looney bin."

Dr. Min nodded, unfazed by the woman's threatening mother stance.

"I have an alternative solution."

Mrs. Kim's arms dropped to her side as she stood up straight. Namjoon looked from Jin's mother to the strange Doctor.

"What's that?" Mrs. Kim asked a trace of hope in voice.

"Release him to my care. I will ensure he gets the help he needs."

"Isn't he already working with you?"

"I have a facility where he can stay until we can better understand his circumstance." Dr. Min replied.

"You didn't answer her question." Namjoon interrupted. Dr. Min narrowed his eyes at him.

"He is working with me. But you see if he is under my care around the clock. I am certain these episodes will soon subside."

Namjoon stared at the man. He didn't trust him. Something about his mannerisms were off.

"Please, Mrs. Kim. Allow me to better assist your son." Dr. Min urged, holding out a packet. Jin's mom gazed at the papers then looked over at Namjoon who sucked in air.

"Just— please help my boy." Mrs. Kim sighed, leaning against the nurse's stations counter.

"I will."