Yoongi

"Kook?" I walked in behind the nurse, only to see Jungkook lying on a hospital bed with a bandage on his head and a cut on his top lip.

My heart dropped more once I saw the look he gave me. Confusion, unbalanced, dazed, anything you could possibly think of, It didn't matter. He doesn't even know who I am.

He stared up at the nurse, waiting for her to explain. "This is Yoongi," she stood next to Jungkook and looked up at me with a smile that I wish I could smack off of her face. "Yoongi is your husband. Do you remember?"

Jungkook's nose scrunched up.

"What kind of name is that?" He questioned. I smiled, remembering that he said that exact thing when he first moved in with me. He was still mad because I was still rude to him.

I wish I was ever mean to him.

Not now, not ever.

"Why are you smiling?" He questioned me. I merely shrugged and walked towards his bed.

"Because you didn't change at all." I said.

  "Hm..Let's see who you really are." He said.

Jungkook slightly smiled and grabbed my arm, pulling me into him. He suddenly placed his lips on mine, softly pecking and eventually sucking on my bottom lip. Confusion took over me, but I still slightly kissed him back, not sure as to why he was kissing me or why I was kissing him back. I didn't even care.

  I love the feeling of his lips against mine. I found that out weeks ago, when we had our little rebellious crisis. But all I really cared about was the fact that he was okay and alive, but he still doesn't even know who I am.

Jungkook pulled away from me, then softened his grip on my arm. We looked into each other's brown eyes, his shining more than mine. My eyes softened as I noticed the same galaxies being held in his eyes as before.

Whether he knew it or not, I love his eyes.

"I don't remember liking men, but damn I felt so drawn to do that." Jungkook said to the nurse with a smile. "And it felt really good.."

A slight blush came across my cheeks once I realized that if Jungkook doesn't remember me, then he sure as hell doesn't remember the whole contract or anything about my plan.

He just kissed me. And it wasn't acting.

I smiled, then furrowed my eyebrows once a hand was placed on my shoulder. "Let's Uh.. get you out of here." Jimin pushed me away from Jungkook, but Jungkook held onto me.

"No, I want him to stay." Jungkook said.

Jimin looked at him and then bit his lip. "Fine.. If you get your memory back, I swear you'll kill me for the things you'll do." He said.

He left the room, along with the nurse, and I placed a chair next to Jungkook's bed. He put his hand on my head and then ruffled my hair like a kid. "You're so cute!" He smiled at me.

I tried to duck away from his hand, but eventually let him do it anyway. His touch in general made me happy, so I didn't care whether or not if he messed up my hair.

"Jeon, you're younger than me." I stated.

He tilted his head. "I'm seventeen.." he said. My mouth slightly opened and I furrowed my eyebrows. Bitch what? I grabbed his arm and twisted it to see his hospital bracelet.

I huffed as I realized that his birthday was last month and he didn't even tell me. He's nineteen. I frowned up at him. "What is it?" He asked me. "Am I off..? I didn't mean to lose my memory.. I wish I hadn't." He frowned too.

"No, No," I ran my hand across his arm to reassure him that it was okay. "It wasn't your fault. You got hit by a damn car, what was you supposed to do? Fly away from it?" I asked.

Jeon laughed and looked down at his feet.

"Then.. How old am I?" He asked me.

I looked back at his bracelet. "Apparently you're nineteen, but you never told me that. I thought you were still eighteen." I told him.

  "Oh.. We're married but you didn't know my age? Uh..Can I call Namjoon? He's my friend I went to school with. Maybe he could help me." He said, probably suspicious about why I didn't know his age. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

  The hell? Namjoon? Kim Namjoon??

  "You went to school with Namjoon? I thought you met him at BigHit?" I asked him. His eyes widened. "BigHit?!" He almost yelled. "I love BigHit! Why was Joon there?" He huffed.

  I laughed and shook my head. "Namjoon works at BigHit. I own BigHit, and you go there all the time, Jeon. Almost every day."

  He smiled up at me. "Really?"

  I nodded my head. Since his memory was lost at the moment, I decided to spill what I had been working on for Jungkook. "You sang a song for me. We recorded it and I even rapped in it. I was going to surprise you with the news, but I actually have it set to release on Friday."

  Jungkook's eyes widened. "A song?"

  I smiled back at him as his eyes sparkled with joy. "Yes, Jeon.. Our song." I corrected him.

  "Holy shit, I got a great husband." He laughed. I laughed with him and rolled my eyes. A doctor stepped in and interrupted us.

  "Mr. Min. Jungkook." He nodded at us. "It seems like you've lost your memory, Jungkook. Do you know who you're talking to?" He asked, pointing at me with his pen.

  Jungkook looked at me. "Yoongi. My husband." He said to the doctor.

  "Okay, did you remember him or did he tell you who he was?" The doctor asked him. Jungkook frowned at him. "He told me.."

  "That's alright," the doctor smiled. "We estimated how long your memory loss will last. You should start developing small sections of memories over the next two weeks. Other than that, I'd give it about three to four weeks until you fully remember everything." He told us.

  Thank God.

  "But you need to make sure that you have no stress, make sure to just lighten up and laugh, make sure to hang out with friends- I'm sure Yoongi can help with that- and make sure that you get plenty of sleep." He said. "Just.. not within the next twenty four hours. I actually need you to stay awake until then." He wrote something down on his clipboard.

  Jungkook nodded and then looked at me.

  "I also believe that your left hand is broken?" He walked towards Jungkook and lifted the blanket off of his hand, revealing a cast.

  Woah, what?

  What the fuck?

  "You need to keep this rested as well. As for now, according to the scan, we need to do some surgery on your hand. It'll be healed by the time you get your memory back." He smiled.

  "Surgery?" Jungkook frowned. "Why?"

  "Well, the woman who hit you actually ran over your hand, leaving little broken bones and shattering your—"

  "Stop!" Jungkook screeched. "That sounds disgusting.. Just- Just do the surgery."

  The doctor smiled at Jeon. "Will do."

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I sat on my bed, showing Jungkook the pictures in his camera roll and trying to explain everything to him one by one. This is Jimin. This is some friends from work, and yes, you actually do visit me in my company, BigHit.

  I never really knew how much he loved it.

He was still finding it hard to believe that I had planned to release that song. I was even surprised at myself for doing that for him, but I realized how much he actually enjoyed it, and I wanted to thank him for agreeing to do everything even if he didn't like me at first.

Speaking of, I still hadn't explained to him the real reason why we're married. His dad told me not to because he wasn't sure of his reaction.

"Who's this?" Jungkook asked. I looked down at the picture and scrunched my nose. "That's Jay. The asshole who made this happen to you." I looked into his eyes. "When did you get this picture of him?" I asked Jungkook.

He shrugged. Oh. Duh.

I looked at the picture again, seeing the sky behind him. It was clear that they were at the park, but I still didn't know why he took the picture of him anyways. "Wait!" Jeon shook the bed as he smiled brightly. "I remember this guy! I go to school- I mean- I went to school with him. I remember taking the picture."

My eyebrow raised at him. "You remember taking the picture?" I asked him.

Jungkook nodded his head. "I remember specifically taking the picture because I didn't want to be near him. I was going to send the picture.. to you I guess, but I thought you wouldn't care so I just never sent it."

He smiled weakly. So naive. He should know the truth about this stupid fake marriage.

"You thought I wouldn't care?" I asked.

He looked at the ground and furrowed his eyebrows. "I.. I don't know why.." he said. I frowned at him. "It's alright, Jeon." I told him.

"C-Can we go to sleep?" He asked me.

I nodded my head. "Your rooms on the right." I pointed to my door. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and followed my finger.

"Why is this relationship so off?" He pouted. "I thought I was going to grow old with my.. Well it was supposed to be wife.. a-and I wanted to cuddle with her to bed and tell her how beautiful she is when she wakes up. Instead, I have you- which is a man- and you call me by 'Jeon' instead of- like.. a pet name.. or something. And you even acted surprised when I kissed you. Why? Why don't we act like a normal couple?" He hit me with it all at once.

Because, Jeon..

We aren't a real couple.

  I wish we were.

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I actually hit my head against the wall while writing this so if I lose my memory too.. who will continue the story? 😂