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Memories of the past make the tears flow
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A month after the completion of the highly successful student exhibition, Taehyung could finally take a break. Dilraba was busy with some work in Japan with a cosmetic endorsement. She was an ambassador for a very popular international skincare brand that will shoot a commercial in the heart of Tokyo. She was a little reluctant to go, but he urged her to enjoy her work.

Before she left, they were spending time in her penthouse in Incheon. She prepared for him a succulent romantic dinner of authentic Japanese cuisine. Not only dinner, but his favorite cuisine. She rolled the sushi herself, like her grandma taught her a few years ago; she prepared the teriyaki salmon just the way he liked it, not too spicy; and she made miso soup just the way he liked it.

She set the table beautifully, smooth background music, and she lit aromatic candles with essences of apple spice and citrus.

When Taehyung entered her luxurious apartment, her heart swelled as she beheld his handsome aura. He was mesmerizing, and she couldn't believe how destiny favored her again.

The smelll of home-cooked meat tingled his senses, and she could see that he looked comfortable, and the warmth in his gaze gave her hope. 9 During dinner the atmosphere was so gentle and romantic.

Taehyung couldn't believe how tired he was, but Dilraba was his safe place. He was laughing like never before. They talked about everything, but the atmosphere was tinted with unspoken emotions.

He was a little surprised that she didn't want them to book a table at Seokjin's Japanese restaurant. She wanted to be alone with him, building new memories.

He was inwardly amused at her pursuit to woo him again into a relationship. But for now he wasn't ready, especially if he can't remember the crucial six months of his life that have been taken away by the amnesia.

After dinner, she made sure the mood was extra romantic with dim lighting. Dilraba was done waiting. She made up her mind that she will win Taehyung back, no matter how hard it will be. Even if he lost six months of his life, his memories in limbo, her love for him hadn't faded one bit. She will be his path to recovery.

Later they found themselves snuggled up on the sofa. Her head on his chest and his arms securely around her. She could hear his steady heartbeat, which calmed her.

Her huge eyes looked up into his closed eyes as his head was secured on a soft, fluffy cushion.

'Tae, I never stopped loving you," she whispered, with a little crack in her voice, and I'm so sorry...that you had to go through everything alone. The pain of the accident. The memories that you have lost. I wish I could've been there for you. I want us to really start over. My selfishness brought our love to a standstill."

Taehyung's eyes flickered open even though he didn't respond at first. He simply rested his warm hand on her back, caressing her tenderly, comforting her gently.

Dilraba inhaled deeply, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears,"We were supposed to get married after uni. Before everything went downhill, before I got a modeling contract. We fought about our careers and...my selfishness not to stay by your side. I didn't see how hard it was for you alone without me... I was the cause of our breakup, Tae. Not you. I...wasn't ready, and I wanted to see and experience the world. And I hate myself for almost giving up on us."

Now her eyes were filled with tears, some running down her cheeks; her vulnerability made Taehyung's heart clench. Her honesty makes him surprised.

He never expected it from Dil" ...just give me time, "he said softly. "I'm still adjusting to all of this memory loss; everything feels like I'm walking through fog. All you need to know, Dil, is that I...might still love you...even now."

Dilraba sat up abruptly, eyes lit up with tears as she stared into his with deep joy , her arms wrapped tightly around him, breathing in his scent, and he held her.

Her whole demeanor changed immediately, especially when he tucked her close under his chin. She could feel his breath on her hair; his warmth surrounded her. She was determined to seduce his heart again.

Dilraba slowly snaked her arms around his shoulder , lifted herself up against him, and slowly, hesitantly started to kiss him. He did not withdraw or resist her advances. Instead, he reciprocated her kiss slowly, flipping her over and embracing her with all the passion and longing he had been holding inside. He missed holding her in his arms, kissing her...just loving her.

But Taehyung felt something strangely off...her lips are supple, even sweet, but they taste different...even her body scent, though she smelled divine with a spicy floral scent, very luxurious...it's almost like his senses missed that cherry blossom with a touch of vanilla scent. A few months ago he could even smell this distinct scent on his shirts, especially on his silk pajamas. Maybe it was just his imagination.

Where Dilraba was lying neatly and tenderly in Taehyung's arms, kissing him with matched passion. She was thrilled beyond her imagination. He was warming up to her even if it was going to take some time to acquaint himself with her again. She knows with and without Cha-young's shadow around them lurking. Then, maybe she'll be truly back in his life. Maybe the engagement ring would find its way back too.

But she was patient now. Slowly, but surely, she will have her man back, and if and when his memories return, Cha-young will be a distant memory.

But as she lay there in the aftermath of their hot makeout session, Dilraba felt a deep, supported love that was brewing in her heart. A girl named Cha-young. Even if Tae's hatred burned for Cha-young, that hatred was laced with something dangerous...their love that once ran deep.

The one woman who got more from Taehyung than she ever could. She touched Tae's life in a way that Dilraba wished to erase. She realized that those images of their intimacy haunted her in her dreams and thoughts. They were tokens of how much they loved each other. Things they did together ,she and Taehyung wished to do together.

She couldn't imagine those six months together, their love, those secret touches. Maybe the whispered laughter, the passionate lovemaking, giving each other solace and comfort, and maybe whispers of a future together, sealing that love eternally.

Dilraba's arms tighten around Tae as she painfully remembers those damning photos she burned, but those embers left didn't burn out the feeling of those images of their numerous romantic getaways. She was committed to making new memories.

During the evening she already made sure to take numerous selfies of him feeding her dessert, kissing her on her cheek, clinking wine glasses, and laughing, looking so joyful and happy.

Dilraba, remember a few weeks ago when she got a glimpse of Cha-young's face, the pure agony and devastation when she, Dilraba, feigned that Cha-young physically attacked her? Look at Taehyung's pure disdain as he openly dismissed her.

The deflated and later a quiet resolve when you know you've lost. Even if Dilraba felt elation that she's with Tae now, that nagging feeling still gnawed in her mind.

There were times when Taehyung was just leaning back in his leather chair in the office, his mind far away; maybe he might sense a flicker of memory or a sudden pull toward someone he can no longer remember.

Occasionally she caught him unaware with a silver key twirling in his fingers. She wanted to ask about the key, but she was too afraid to know what it was and why it seemed to bring distress to him.

She just can't get away from Cha-young's shadow.

She just sighed as she brought some jasmine tea for Tae.

Dilrada felt how Taehyung took in a deep breath; what he just casually uttered rendered her breathless.

"So, Dil. I might be going to Denmark in a few weeks," he casually uttered while sipping his hot beverage. "Mr. Hansen invited me and a few global curators. There's' a new global art project, 'Art of a Bleeding Heart,' where over 200 aspiring artists around the globe will participate and compete for a prize to become an exhibited artist and have their works auctioned at a high-marketed exhibition".

Dilraba froze. That was Cha-young's birthplace, country. What if she's going to be there? What if this time his memory might be triggered? When they are alone in a foreign place.

Dilraba's breath caught in her throat. "Er...Denmark?" As she blinked twice. Trying to sound light and casual in her tone, Dilraba smirked as she kissed his cheek,"Oh wow! Another award-winning opportunity for the gallery. Well, maybe I'll be done with my modeling assignment in Tokyo by then," she smiled cutely but tried hard to hide the panic in her heart.

She exhales audibly.

Taehyung didn't say no, but he looked at her with curiosity.

She will be away for two weeks to shoot and film a commercial for a global cosmetic brand, but she doesn't want Taehyung to go alone, and for how long?

She's glad she got rid of all those photos that hurt her heart, and now she is more determined to make her own memories.

Taehyung smiled as he pushed her down again beside him, looking teasingly. "Well, then, beautiful, if you're free...I might take you with me to Denmark...only if you can make it." He smirks.

Dilraba's heart started to beat erratically, and a wide smile graced her ruby glossy lips.

It was almost 10 pm, and as they snuggled together, Taehyung's phone suddenly rang.

It was Mr. Hansen's personal assistant. "Mr. Kim, Mr. Hansen would love you to arrive a little earlier to finalize some documents. The other curators want to meet and prep..."

Taehyung felt that thrilling feeling whenever they were ready to work on global , prestigious art projects. Dilraba chuckled when she saw him lighten up during the conversation , until she saw him furrow his brows.

The assistant's voice was regretful: Oh, and Mr. Hansen would like you to know that Ms. Choi has resigned and won't be actively involved after her resignation, but she'll still be with us working on the project for a month... though."

Taehyung's heart nearly shattered. Dilraba's eyes widened as she felt him grow still.

Taehyung doesn't know how to feel , sadness or relief, but a tinge of confusion and maybe lingering guilt filled him. He thought about what might have happened to Cha-young after he exposed her at work.

She lost her promotion.

Consequently, her reputation suffered damage. Did she willingly resign, or did Mr. Hansen force her to? Taehyung and Jimin still have some tension between them. They haven't made peace, and the tension in the Bangtan Elite group has escalated, and he could sense the crack in their friendship dynamics all because of Choi Cha-young.

She seduced his friends to be on her side because, since he lost his memories, she got most of the sympathy. Jimin and Jungkook stood by Cha-young. They've supported her as if she were the one who got the worst of it, not him. He felt their betrayal gnawed at him. What did they see in her that he just couldn't see?

He lost his bloody memories. Memories, she insists, changed. Memories of them making peace and having an amicable relationship of respect. According to his friends and his parents, he and Cha-young made peace.

But why doesn't he feel the peace in her presence? She made him unsettled and jittery. He's always painfully aware that she has another elaborate prank planned that will embarrass him publicly. 

Taehyung exhaled deeply; he hadn't planned to ruin her, but his hatred and revenge drove him to go too far...1

Two weeks later

When you returned from Seoul, it felt as if you were coming back from a war. You were not only emotionally worn out after a month. You were physically drained, 500.

Her days after Hansel resumed the senior curatorship have been hectic. In the meantime her days were filled with hospital visits for tests, gynecologists, neurologists, blood tests, and late-night pharmacy prescription runs. The doctor's diagnosis didn't change. Her illness was worse. The migraine just became more painful, which made days unbearable. The tumor on her brain enlarged sporadically. Her specialist warned her that the operation is necessary; it can save her, but her life can not be guaranteed. It was still a 50/50 risk.

Cha-young was five months pregnant, and her baby was growing steadily inside of her, and that made up her mind once and for all.

"I'll rather raise my baby, through pain, sane and present. Then risk taking a highly expensive operation and risk losing being with my baby or come out of the theater with brain damage." You told your dad and Sofia one night over dinner at a very exclusive restaurant.

Your handsome dad's eyes were moist, and you could see the pain in his eyes just by the thought of losing you unexpectedly. But he just nodded and respected your choice. Despite the uncertainty, you've tried to live your life as normally as possible. It was tough knowing you have less than 3 years to live, but with discomfort.

Some weekends she would accompany Noah to his matches, cheering him on and supporting him on the sidelines. Go to lunches with her parents and two best friends, or go on work-related conferences, etc. Your days were full. Your belly was starting to show, but luckily it was winter, and your thick, warm coats and long woolen dresses would hide your forthcoming motherhood.

And because most people at the museum, from your colleagues that got wind that you were constantly seen with Noah, assume that she's carrying Noah's child. Noah told the media that you were just his friend that he loves to hang out with. However, you didn't really bother to correct them because you know they don't believe you.

But the nights were excruciating, between painful memories of Taehyung and her 'butterfly's' sporty kicks, showing her presence. Alone in her apartment, she would quietly cry into her pillow to sleep at night, wrapped in solitude and heartbreak. Or sometimes she would just add ultrasound pictures, belly growth pictures, doctors' reports, and potential Korean and Danish names for her baby girl. Everything was stacked into a folder called 'My Butterfly.' Sometimes she wonders who' Butterfly' will take after. That gave her hope.

And then there was the Kim family—his parents, where this shows that he never lost hope. They always call and never let you feel abandoned. They constantly called, texted, and just sent gifts.

......

It was just after 11 pm when a sudden excitement was palpable inside the curator administration offices. You were extremely busy in your office , where you, Olive, and Laura were hunched over an office table with scattered documents and calendars and management plans for the upcoming "Art of a Bleeding Heart" project. Your desk was that you didn't get time to finish, and your cup of green tea stood already abandoned and cold in a corner.

You felt the weariness and a bit of an ache in your lower back. It was sore and stiff from all the long hours of standing and running around.

You and Olive were back to square one in their career path. Back to unending admin duties while Hansel enjoyed the fruits of all their labor while he strutted around boasting about gallery artwork sales, etc. He was like a prideful peacock parading his title around as senior head curator.

While they were busy, Olive's phone buzzed with a message from a colleague upstairs. She furrowed her eyebrows as her azure blue eyes darkened, her eyes fleetingly gazing at you.

She cleared her throat and whispered quietly, He's...here" Her eyes were wide.

"Who?" You asked absentmindedly, scanning the documents in front of you.

"Er, Mr. Kim Taehyung...and his fiancé. The rest of the project team had also arrived. They are having lunch with Mr. Hansen and Hansel at ant 5-star hotel where they are booked in". Olive eyes betrayed her sadness for you.

Laura furrowed her brows, her expression filled with disbelief. "He came with...her?"

There was an awkward silence in the room. You could hear a pin drop.

Olive, look at you." He really moved on with her... I'm so sorry, Cha-young."

You looked up with a soft, watery smile, even though the pain was almost unbearable in your heart, but you stood there with an unreadable face as you simply nodded, "Don't be...as long as she makes him happy...I'm happy."

The trembling of her fingers, as she adjusts a file on her table, subtly reflects her emotions.

Olive and Laura discreetly gaze at each other, knowing that you might need all the strength in you to face the two people who cause you the greatest heartache.

It was just after 11 pm when a sudden excitement was palpable inside the curator administration offices. You were extremely busy in your office , where you, Olive, and Laura were hunched over an office table with scattered documents, calendars, and managed land for the upcoming 'Art of a Bleeding Heart ' project. Your desk was that you didn't get time to finish, and your cup of green tea stood already abandoned and cold in a corner.

You felt the weariness and a bit of an ache in your lower back. It was sore and stiff from all the long hours of standing and running around.

You and Olive were back to square one in their career path. Back to unending admin duties while Hansel enjoyed the fruits of all their labor while he strutted around boasting about gallery artwork sales, etc. He was like a prideful peacock parading his title around as senior head curator.

While they were busy, Olive's phone buzzed with a message from a colleague upstairs. She furrowed her eyebrows as her azure blue eyes darkened, her eyes fleetingly gazing at you.

She cleared her throat and whispered quietly, He's...here" Her eyes were wide.

"Who?" You asked absentmindedly, scanning the documents in front of you.

"Er, Mr. Kim Taehyung...and his fiancé. The rest of the project team had also arrived. They are having lunch with Mr. Hansen and Hansel at ant 5-star hotel where they are booked in". Olive eyes betrayed her sadness for you.

Laura furrowed her brows, her expression filled with disbelief. "He came with...her?"

There was an awkward silence in the room. You could hear a pin drop.

Olive, look at you." He really moved on with her... I'm so sorry, Cha-young."

You looked up with a soft, watery smile, even though the pain was almost unbearable in your heart, but you stood there with an unreadable face as you simply nodded, "Don't be...as long as she makes him happy...I'm happy."

But her emotions are subtly reflected by the trembling of her fingers as she adjusted a file on her table.

Olive and Laura discreetly gaze at each other, knowing that you might need all the strength in you to face the two people who cause you the greatest heartache.

A/n: At last a deep look into Dilrabas emotions.

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1. What are your thoughts on this chapter?

2. Do yiu think Dilraba was genuine in her confession?

3. After Taehyungs' confession, do you think Dilraba is still insecure?

4. Do you think Taehyung is busy sensing somethings amiss?

5. Will Cha-Young cope with her two nemesis in Denmark?

6. How do you think Tae feels about Cha-youngs resignation?