"Kim!" his eyes widened when he saw me. He took big steps to get to where I was. "Oh my God, Kim! I was so worried!" He wrapped his arms around my head, pressing it to his chest.

I don't know this guy. I lifted a hand painfully and lightly pushed him off of me. He let go immediately.

"She doesn't remember anything, as far as we can tell." the old man's look-alike said. I needed a better nickname for him.

"Not even her own name." dark circles said.

"Or who we are." said the man who had come in earlier.

The new guy, I'll call him blondie. He had platinum blonde hair. Anyways, blondie was looking at me strangely. There was a mix of hurt, disappointment and pity.

"Can someone explain to me what is going on?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"You were in an accident." the foreign man spoke for the first time. "You got some brain damage and lost your memory. Your mother and I were very worried about you, kid."

The old man groaned. "Stop treating her like your own daughter, she isn't. She's mine. You can quit pretending now." He rolled his eyes.

"Dad, calm down." the look-alike said. Oh, so he was his son. That made sense. But if the old man was my father, then would he also be my brother?

And the foreigner had said "your mother and I". So he knew my mother. Did anyone here know me?

[From now on till I say so it's Jiyong's POV]

The nurse was just leaving when I arrived at the hospital.