𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 🄳🄴🄲|04|2021:

CHAEWON POV:

'Save me, Chaewon; please save me.' 

 I awoke with a heavy feeling; it was the same dream. I would better say it is the same nightmare. I sat on my bed, my hair clenched in my hands. Tears streamed down my cheeks. The same dream is the same nightmare every morning. 

"I am sorry, Jimin," I said to myself. 

Every day, that is the first word that comes to mind. I could not save Jimin the day Jin went into a coma, and Taehyung lost some of his memories. I wiped my tears away and looked at the calendar.

 It is December 4, 2021, and this incident happened five years ago. Even so, Jin did not regain consciousness, and Taehyung was unable to recover his memories. I got out of bed and went through my morning routine. I just got out of the shower and put on some clothes.

(Note: This image is only to show the outfit. (That bag is not included, though.)

I put on my white coat and went to the hospital where I work, where Jin had been admitted. Oh, I am sorry for not introducing myself. This is Yang Chaewon. Jin was my cousin, or more specifically, the son of my mother's older brother. 

Jin is two years older than me. Taehyung is my best friend and the boy I admire the most, and Jimin is all my heart and my forbidden love. How am I supposed to get them back? I would have confessed to Jimin if things were going well, but that did not happen. 

Following a thorough investigation of the accident, it's not simply an accident, as we discovered. According to the doctors who performed the autopsy on Jimin, his death was unrelated to the accident.

They said he passed away from blood loss brought on by a metal object hitting his skull in the back. The doctors who treated Jin claimed that the same rod attacked him, resulting in a clot of blood and putting him into a coma. 

A small blow to the head was the cause of Taehyung's memory loss. We were not sure whether to share it with our friends. The request for an undercover police investigation came from our parents. I still do not understand why anyone would want to hurt them. They did nothing.

I kept thinking about it until I heard my phone ring. Taehyung was on the caller ID. 

When I pulled it up, he started yelling, "Yah! What exactly are you doing? Come on over quickly." 

As I heard it, I laughed. Taehyung did not know about Hyejin's passing because he had only erased his memories from that week. Cho Hyejin was the one he loved the most. When he realised the truth, he started crying a lot. I know what it is like to lose a loved one and then feel weak. 

"Yah! Are you still listening to me? Just stop laughing and hurry." 

He ended it before I could say anything. As he entered the hospital, he went into Jin's room with a bouquet of his favourite flowers and placed them in the vase there. I glanced over at Jin, who was still unconscious, as I sat next to him, holding his hand. 

"Happy birthday, Oppa," I said.

He used to nag me for being called "Oppa" rather than "Hyung," which brought back memories.

"Do you remember how you used to nag about how I used to call you Hyung instead of Oppa?"

"I recall how you used to insist on knowing how I felt about Jimin during our fights, but I never told him." I laughed a little, but it was dry.

I said, "Maybe when you insisted on confessing him, I should have told him sooner."

 It was difficult for me to keep a smile on my face. 

"Oppa, wake up from this deep sleep, please. It has been finished for almost five years at this point. You are still not conscious." I said while a few tears welled up in my eyes.

 "You are here already." The sound of my father's aged voice made me wipe away my tears.

The flowers I bought for Jin caught his attention. He noticed that my eyes were crimson, indicating that I had just cried again. He let out a little sigh. 

"Oh my! Isn't Jin's birthday today?" He said, 

"Happy birthday, Jin! Seokjinine," trying to hide the fact that I was crying. 

"When is he going to wake up, Appa?" I asked him.

"It has been five years, and we have not found any information about this issue." I continued.

" Also, Taehyung's memories were still lost, and Jin was unable to regain consciousness." I said I sounded strong, yet my voice is not cooperating with me .

"I have had enough of waiting. I beg you as a patient's family. Doctor, please save him," I begged, finally letting myself break into tears.

 "Chaewon, please do not tear up my little baby," my father pleaded as he gave me a bear hug. 

"We are doing everything we can to keep him alive. And the investigation is still ongoing. Jin's friends are now in charge of it. I think you have heard of it," he added.

 I just nodded. 

"Please do not cry," he begged.

 "because Jin and Appa cannot stand watching their tiny doll sob." He said.

"I am sorry; I thought you were late; I did not notice you," Taehyung explained.

He bowed to my father, who is the hospital's president, and he took a glance at Taehyung.

 "Come here," my father said.

 Taehyung came in and stood beside him. This time, my father hugged us tightly.

 "I am sorry for both of you." My father apologised to us. 

"Please do not say that, sir," Taehyung, who is already crying, says.

 He pleaded with my father not to say it.

 "Tae, just be careful and do not put too much pressure on yourself," my father advised.

"I would also like to thank you for staying by her side," he added.

 "Jin is deeply disappointed that he was unable to save them." 

"He can awaken if all he wants is to live, or if you can change the past to save him. Of course, it will not happen." 

"Let us just do the best we can," he said as he exited Jin's room.

 I cast a glance at Taehyung. His eyes are already welling up. 

"Taehyung," I called.

 He only shook his head. 

"You were not the one who was at fault. Please do not cry, because you should understand. You fought so hard, and Jin is still trying." 

Taehyung just nodded when I gave a speech.

After sometime:

In my office, I was going over some paperwork. until I received a call on my office landline. I picked up the phone. 

"Dr. Yang is speaking," I said. 

"Dr.Yang Someone paid a visit to Mr. Kim. He stopped outside the room. Please visit him if you can." They made a report. 

"I will be there," I say.

 After that, I hung up the phone. I wrapped my coat around myself. Who is he? Jungkook? Security knows him, so it is not him. Hoseok? It will not be him because security knows who he is, and it will not even be Namjoon or Yoongi because everyone knows who they are. So, who would it be? Who? By thinking about all of this, I almost entered Jin's room.

I noticed a man dressed in black and blue pants and a properly tucked-in white shirt. He was dressed in a long, grey coat. When I saw his entire face, it hit me. It was Mr. Do, our high school teacher. 

Throughout our senior year of high school, he was our home teacher. He joined during Jin's senior year of high school. He also knows Jin, and he is the one who helped us at the accident. He was passing by the area and found me there. 

He called an ambulance, stayed by my side, and tried to reassure, strengthen, and give me hope. He is the most attractive teacher at the school. Everyone at school likes him. He is still the same as before.

"How are you, Seon-saeng-nim?" I greeted him warmly. 

He could be 40 or 45, but he does not look either way. 

"I am fine. How about you, Dr. Yang?" He asked. 

"Please don't be formal  with me , Seonsaengnim. I will be your student forever. So, please don't call me that," I added, a little embarrassed. 

He is the only teacher I have ever admired, and not just because he is attractive; he is also the best teacher in our class. 

"Alright. How was Jin doing?" He asked. 

A tiny line formed on my lips as I heard the question.

"He is fine," I said simply, nodding and just giving a sad smile. 

He understood what I was saying. 

"Chaewon, oh, I am sorry, doctor Yang, there is a visitor for Mr. Kim," Taehyung said.

 I turned back to face him. Jungkook was standing next to him. Mr.Do noticed them. 

"Hello, Mr. Jeon and Mr. Kim. How are you doing?" As he greeted them, he gave them a warm smile. 

"How are you, Mr. Do?" Jungkook inquired, and Taehyung simply bowed. 

"I sincerely apologise, sir. I saw you at the entrance but did not recognise you. I apologise." Taehyung apologised. 

"It is all right, Taehyung; I hope you will remember me now." Mr.Do simply grinned and nodded in response to Taehyung's words. 

I escorted Mr. Do into Jin's room. He wished for him. I mostly kept an eye on Taehyung. He doesn't seem as good as he was a few moments ago. Mr. Do had already left. 

"Are you okay?" I asked Taehyung. 

He just nodded.

 "No, you aren't; go get some rest." 

I told Jungkook to take him home. Even Jungkook agreed with me to take him to his house. Taehyung went out as Jungkook nodded. I headed back to work.

Taehyung POV:

I walked out of Jin Hyung's room. I just wanted to thank Chaewon for always being there for me. I noticed someone looking at me at the hospital entrance. His stare reminds me of someone I once knew. I started having flashbacks, and my head began to hurt. Then I heard a familiar voice; it was Jeon Jungkook.

 "Hello, Hyung!" he nearly yelled. 

I just stopped him. 

"How many times have I told you, Mr. Jeon, that you should not yell or shout in the hospital?" I warned him, 

"There are patients here." 

"This is the tenth time I have warned you," I grumbled. 

"All right," he said, wrapping his hand around my shoulder.

He was the same, no matter how many times I warned him. I chuckled slightly and shook my head. I looked again at the entrance, but there was no sign of the strange man. Where had he gone? I looked around and then found him in the elevator. It was him, but how did I know who he was? My head began to hurt once more. 

"Ah, my head," I mumbled. It was heard by Jungkook.

 "Hyung, are you all right?" He asked. 

I just nodded in return.

 "Jungkook-ah, have you found anything about the case?" I inquired.

"We are still working on it, Hyung," he said.

I again nodded. Jungkook is new to the job, but he is doing his best. 

"I am proud of my younger brother," I said as I ruffled his hair. 

"Hyung, stop, let us go," he said, laughing.

 We went to Jin's room, but I noticed Chaewon talking with someone, so I approached her and said, 

"Chaewon, oh, doctor Yang, there is a visitor for me." 

She turned back to me. I got a glimpse of the person; I saw him at the entrance and in the elevator.

He saw us and greeted us, as did Jungkook. I was reminded that he was once our homeroom teacher, Mr.Do. I apologised for not recognising him earlier. I still have a strange feeling. I still have the sensation that my head is throbbing. It hurts like I was hit with a metal rod, but why? Chaewon is keeping an eye on me. 

"Are you all right?" she inquired. 

But all I did was nod.

 "No, you are not just going to go get some rest," she advised, and Jungkook agreed.

 I tried to refuse, but she just sent me home with Jungkook. 

"Hyung here". He gave me some medicine.

"Chaewon noona gave me this to give you as medicine; she told me that maybe you are regaining memories, so she just gave you some medicine to not stress you out," he explained. 

She is very concerned about me. I am grateful for you, Chaewon, but I am also sorry for not saving Jin and Jimin. 

"Hyung, do not dwell on the past; noona, I, Namjoon Hyung, Yoongi Hyung, or Hobi Hyung—not even Jimin and Jin Hyung—do not want to blame you for that."

"It just happened; please do not overthink it, Hyung," he said, catching my thought.

 I nodded and smiled, and he returned my smile.

"All right, I am leaving now." 

"Namjoon Hyung mentioned that I had some investigation work, so I will get started. Do not forget to take your medication. Bye bye," he said as he walked away. 

I fell asleep after taking my medication. I can feel myself sweating profusely. It felt like hell to me. I saw Jin Hyung, who was being beaten by a metal rod, in front of me, and Jimin was dragged out of the car and beaten by the  metal rod. Though I screamed, there was no use. 

I was unable to move or do anything. Then I saw his face. I opened my eyes. I just drank some water from the bottle next to me. I sat quietly, calming myself. I simply closed my eyes and began to recall my dream. It is not a dream at all. 

Then my memories came back to me. I remembered the murderer. Then I remembered that we had recorded that. I started to search for the drive. I still remember where I kept it. I found it, yes.

Chaewon POV:

I got a call from Taehyung. 

"Chaewon, I have the most important thing to tell you," he said. 

I sensed something odd; his tone was never as serious as before, and it was also a bit shivered. I can understand his emotions. Wait! Did he? No, let him finish. 

"Yes, tell me, what is it, Tae?" I asked him with a soft voice. 

"I can't speak about that on the phone; I want you to meet me," he said. 

I can understand that.

"Taehyung, did you get your memories back?" I asked him. 

There is a deadly silence between the calls.

 "Taehyung," I called him.

 He just hummed. 

"Well, yes," he finally said.

 "I remembered him, Chaewon. I remembered that killer. And. Also, I have something to show you; please come fast," he said.

He's getting anxious. It's so dangerous for him. 

"Taehyung, first,cool down. Please calm down. Have you had your medicine?"

 I tried to calm him because it's dangerous for him if he gets anxious because he just got his memories back. He hummed in response to my question.

 "I will be coming," but I was interrupted by the nurse. 

"Doctor, we have an urgent emergency; please come fast," she said.

 why it's now an emergency. 

"Okay, I will be coming," I said to the nurse. 

"Tae I will meet you after work. I just got an emergency call from a nurse. I will be there after my work," I said. 

He hummed and said, "It's okay. I can wait. I'm also a doctor, so I can understand that. So I can wait for you to complete your work. All the best. Bye," he said. 

and he ended the call before I could tell him to take care of him. I smiled at myself. Taehyung is one of the best and most handsome young doctors. After two hours spent in the operation theatre,. The operation has ended successfully. I came out and washed myself. It was a road accident victim.

It reminded me of Jimin. I went to my desk and took out a photo of a group of seven boys smiling like angels. I saw Jimin with his cute and famous eye smile. I looked, and Jin was smiling brightly like Moon and Taehyung with his boxy smile. Jungkook was then in his first year of high school. 

Jin and Yoongi are in their second year of college, but Yoongi went into police training, namjoon, and hobi too. Now Jungkook is a rookie working under them. They are trying to find the culprit who harmed their dearest friends. I hope I can bring them back and save them. Then I just got a reminder from Taehyung; he told me he wanted to meet me. I packed my things, took my phone, and got into my car.

I started my engine and drove off to Taehyung Place. I've called him many times, but he's not picking up. I called Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi, and Jungkook and told them that Taehyung got his memories back; he remembered that killer too. They said they would be coming to his place. I ended the call. I reached Taehyung's house. 

I rang the doorbell, but there was no response. I rang the bell again and again, but it was no use. I thought he went out for something. I turned back to go. I gave him a call. I heard Taehyung's phone. I looked at the door again; there is a little gap, so it became so easy for me to open it. I called for Taehyung. As I walked inside,. I found him on the ground. He was stabbed. 

What the heck? 

"Tae, Taehyung, wake up. Tae, open your eyes, and look at me. Tae." I checked his pulse; it's still beating.

"Chae, Chaewon," he said, getting into consciousness.

 "Tae, can you see me? Who did this to you?" I started to cry. 

Why him again? 

After a long struggle, he got his memories back, and then I realised it was him again. 

"Chaewon, just get out; he will kill you too. Please go away," he whispered. 

"No, let's go out first; let's go to the hospital. I will call Yoongi."

 Before he could speak, I just stopped him. 

"Please don't say anything, Tae. I have lost Jimin, and I saw Jin, who is still in a coma. But I don't want to give up on you either. Let's go."

 With that, I tried to make him walk, giving my shoulder support. I laid him in the back seat and went to the driver's seat. Started the engine.

I got a call from Namjoon. I picked up, 

"Where are you?" He asked. 

"I'm going to the hospital; Namjoon, listen carefully and don't get panicked. Taehyung was stabbed, and I am now transporting him to the hospital."

"So meet me at the hospital; Taehyung has also recovered his memories. I think maybe Killer knows about that."

"But how?" namjoon asked 

"I too had no idea , so please help me with this. Find out who that was. I'll talk to you later. Bye." 

I explained everything and ended the call. I'm trying to apply breaks, but they failed.

 "What the heck! Why are they not working? Shit!" 

I'm so tense. It's the same day, but in a different location. I checked Taehyung in the front mirror.

"Tae, don't worry; I will save at cost. Believe in me!" I said.

"It's okay, Chaewon; let me go. I don't want this to happen again." He said. 

His voice is shaking due to his pain; he can barely speak. 

"Chaewon-ah, take this USB; I hope it will help you find the truth," he said, showing a USB drive. 

But I saw a truck coming on our side. I tried to stop, but I lost my balance. Our car dashed towards that truck. Everything is getting blurry for me. I tried to stay conscious, at least a bit. I looked at Taehyung. He was injured again. He looked at me.

 "Chaewon," he called me, which I can barely hear.

"There's blood coming from your ears," he said. 

I touched my ear and looked at my hand; there was blood covering my fingers. I knew I was going to die, but no, I don't want to. I have to save Tae, and I have to find the culprit. I felt like my head was spinning. 

Taehyung kept that drive, but I couldn't see clearly where he was keeping it. He felt back on his seat; he was also bleeding heavily. He lost so much blood. 

"I'm sorry, Taehyung; I couldn't save you," I said slowly, tears rolling down from my eyes. 

Everything happened in a blink of an eye; it's hurting my ears, my head, and my whole body badly.

"Chae Chaewon, it doesn't matter. Please don't say that," he said. 

He was groaning due to that pain. I saw a truck again coming  to us. 

Why it's not stopping.

I thought. It dashed back to our car again. I feel like I'm crushed now. My head was hurting so badly before that it started to bleed. Taehyung lost his consciousness. I tried to call him. I shook him. But no use. I checked his pulse; it had stopped beating. 

No, no, no! Why is it happening? 

"Tae, *hiccup* Taehyung, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not saving you," I cried.

 I felt my heart break into a million pieces. I feel like everything in front of me is getting black and blurry. Within seconds, it went blank. I opened my eyes. I found myself standing on the road, but it's different from where I got into an accident and not where I and Taehyung were killed. 

I saw a body lying on the floor and a crashed car. I felt like deja vu. I don't know why I'm here; I was dead. But what is this? I went to the car and found Jin laying unconscious on the steering wheel and Taehyung in the back seat, the same as Jin. My heart beat higher.

I went to that boy, and I know who it is: Jimin. But before I could reach it, I felt like someone stood behind me. Looked up. 

Jimin! 

 It's him. But when I again looked down, it was also him. He knelt down and took my hand. 

"Save me, Chaewon."

 "Please save me," he pleads.

I felt like I was in a dream. I was confused. There are a lot of questions swirling around in my head. Tears are streaming down his cheeks and eyes as mine.

I was about to speak, but a sudden light felt like it was blocking my vision. When I fixed my eyes, I saw a truck coming in our direction.

I looked forward, but I didn't find Jimin in front of me. I looked down and didn't find him anymore, and I looked at the car, but I didn't even find that either. I tried to move, but I wasn't able to move.

 I feel like I'm stuck here. That truck is coming so fast, but I couldn't move. What should I do? What's happening? These questions are revolving around in my head. That truck is almost coming closer to me. I couldn't move. I tried so hard, but I failed. I tightly closed my eyes.