A/N: This is the sequel of Punch! So for new readers, I don’t know if it’s okay not to read Punch first since this depend so much on it :) 

Enjoy reading <3

"Minyoung! Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." Minyoung said as she closed her bags. She turned and grinned at her mother who was waiting behind her.

She was finally going home.

The doctor told her that she was healthy and her bones almost had healed. But still she had to be careful. He also told her that her memory might come back to her.

But he didn't confirm that she might not be able to remember her past life ever again.

Minyoung was excited to go home. She wanted to know how her room looked like. What her life used to be and where she used to live.

She finally was going to leave that room after two months of sticking with it and not going anywhere because of her broken and weak legs.

Home! How would it feel like to be home?

"Where is Jimin?" Minyoung asked as she reached for the plastic cup that was on the nightstand next to here for the past whole month.

A month ago, she ran into this athletic boy who had the cutest smile she had ever seen before. She was somehow a fan of him.

She watched this boxing champion on TV which he was participating in and found herself cheering him because she thought he was cute and good looking. He also seemed nice in person.

"Are you not going to throw this cup away?" Her mother scowled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No." Minyoung grinned, re-reading the message on the cup. The message that always cheered her up whenever she felt down or lost. She wished to meet him again, to tell him that she was now healthy and good.  

"It's my lucky charm." Minyoung's mother rolled her eyes as she sighed with a nod.

"All right, girl."

"So where is Jimin?" She asked again, because her mother didn't reply the first time and because she hadn't seen him since the morning which was weird.

"Are you looking for me?" A boy with an eye smile tilted his head inside the room with a beautiful grin over his face.

"Yah! Where have you been?" Minyoung whined with a pout over face as she slapped his arms when he approached her and gave her a hug.

"I was preparing something for you." Jimin said with a grin as he pulled away from the hug, and Minyoung couldn't help but feel curious.

When Minyoung woke up, along with her mother and her father, Jimin was there looking at her, relieved that she had woken up finally.

He looked, as if he came to catch his breath again after holding it for months, alive.

Minyoung learned that the both of them had been friends for years and the both of them were pretty close to each other.

And without realizing, Minyoung found herself being attracted to him so much. She depended her whole life on him, leaning on him a lot. He was her supporter.

"What is it?" Minyoung asked, curiosity was shooting out from her eyes.

"Won't tell you." Jimin said, sticking his tongue out at her.

"I will wait for you, kids, in the car." Minyoung's mother said with a warm smile. "Don't be late."

"Yes, Ma'am." Jimin said in an army marching way. His back straightening and his hand's fingers touching his forehead in saluting.

Minyoung couldn't help but chuckle as she watching her mother making her way out of the room.

"She likes you. A lot." Minyoung said, nudging him. He looked at her with an expression that said, no way.

"I was her least favorite." Jimin said, chuckling and Minyoung felt a bit tiny feeling of envy that he remembered that and she didn't. "She hated it when I call her Ajumma."

She bet that the situation would have been funny and cute. If only she could remember.

"But you are her favorite now." Minyoung said, giving him a tiny smile.

Jimin noticed the hidden pain behind her smile. He held her hand and she looked up, meeting his beautiful narrow slit eyes. They weren't that small though. She thought they were cute.

"Don't worry. Everything is going to be normal. You will remember sooner or later." Jimin assured her, holding her hands tightly.

He secretly hoped she won't remember anything. It wasn't the best for her to remember.

"But the doctor said I may not remember." Minyoung sighed and looked away from Jimin's gaze.

"And you really don't need to remember." He said and Minyoung looked back at him with confused and wide eyes. "I mean you have your parent next to you. You know who you are and you have me, right? It's not like remembering would change anything."  

Minyoung nodded, knowing that he was right. What did she have to remember anyway when she could make a new one.

"Yeah, I know. It's just..." I feel empty! Lost! Fake!

"You are thinking too much." Jimin let go of her hands and pinched both of her cheeks, slightly. "Don't force yourself to remember. When time comes you will." 

Jimin smiled, letting go of her cheeks. Minyoung rubbed her cheeks with both of her hands, knowing that her cheeks probably red from Jimin's pinching them.

She slapped his arms and he looked at her surprised.

"What?"

"Stop pinching my cheeks." She sneered as she held his cheeks, pinching them. He winced. "You also have cute and puffy cheeks so don't mess up with me."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Jimin said between a laughter and a wince.

Minyoung grinned at him, glad that she gave him a small lesson. Letting go of his cheeks, she huffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Jimin rolled his eyes and he reached for her bags. Even if Minyoung lost her memory her personality was no joke. "Let's go. Your mother will kill us if we are late"

"Well, she will kill you." Minyoung said, reaching for her handbag and the cup. "I'm her daughter, she loves me."

He scoffed at her comment, making his way out of the room and Minyoung following him. She stopped, looking on more time in the room, she lived in since she woke up. She might miss this room later on.

Jimin noticed the cup in Minyoung's hand and didn't say anything about it. He knew how much she liked it and how she thought it was a fantasy to meet a celebrity in real life and get a sign from him. But something inside of him bothere