After 3 months...

"Minyoung!"

Minyoung stopped looking at the TV and looked at the doorway of her room to find a cute boy that full of muscles standing in front of her.

Her lips curved into a smile as he approached her slowly and warped her in his arms. "How are you today?" He placed a soft kiss over her head.

"I'm totally fine." Her smile widened as she brought her hands into a fist and started to punch the air. "See! Ouch."

"Watch out, you are so careless." He scolded her, worried shown all over his face, but soon this tension was replaced by a smile when she grinned at him.

"What are you watching?" He said, turned his head to the TV that was playing some kind of Championship.

His eyes widened when he figured out what kind of Championship it was.

Boxing.

The screen showed the players who were participating in this champion. A familiar face showed up and his heart almost stopped. He looked at Minyoung with confusion and worrying.

"Minyoung, do you....?"

"It is fun, they play very well." Her smile was as bright as the sun "Let me show you."

She stood up, putting force in her legs as she hadn't been able to use it for a while. Playfully, she put her fists before her face and started to punch the air again. "It's so fun, Oooh.. Ah!" Minyoung lost her balance, she was ready to hit a hard surface, but she didn't. Instead, she was pulled forward and a warm hug welcomed her.

Smiling, Minyoung warped her arms around him.

"I didn't fall." She chuckled and winced when Jimin pinched her cheeks pretty hard.

"That was dangerous."

"It wasn't." She pouted and he sighed, settling her down.

"Stay here, I will bring some snacks for you."

"No."

Jimin was surprised from her rejection, she never rejected sweets and snacks.

"I will go and you stay here." Minyoung said, standing up again.

"What?" His eyes widened.

"It had been a while since I got out of this room. I want to move my legs a little bit too."

"But it's dangerous."

Minyoung smiled and reached for her walking sticks. "It's not if I take those."

"Minyoung, just stay here." Jimin whined and held her arm.

She gave him a glare and he sighed, letting his hand touch his side again. 

"Okay, fine." He held his hands in surrender.

Minyoung narrowed her eyes, giving him warning look. "Don't you dare and follow me!"

"I can't even come with you."

"No you can't."

"Okay, okay." He nodded and Minyoung place a soft kiss on his cheeks before vanishing out of the room.

Jimin looked at the TV again. It was strange that she was watching the championship. Minyoung wouldn't ever watch it.

He took a deep breath and threw himself on the couch that was placed in the room.

The room was white in white despite the black couch and TV that was in there. The room was so dull and had a dark aura around it.

"What kind of Hospital's room is it?"

Jimin threw his legs in the air as he stood up on his foot. He opened the curtain and the window before going out of the room.

He had no intention in following Minyoung he just had some thoughts of buying her some flowers at least to get rid of the dull and dark aura and to refresh the air.

***

Minyoung used the stick as a supporter to walk. She was going through training for the whole past month since she woke up from her coma.

She was able to use her legs again, but it sometimes betrayed her and lose her balance.

Of course it was something normal for a person who was survived from a car accident and had to sleep for two months like sleeping beauty.

She was walking through the hospital's halls, when suddenly a body appeared in front of her, making her lose her the grip around her sticks.

She yelped as she made a hard contact with the ground. Looking at her knees painfully.

"Oh My god, I'm so sorry." A male voice said as his body bent down beside her. "Are you okay?"

This voice made something in her heart itching. She thought it was probably because of the sudden fall.

"I'm okay." She smiled and looked up to find a young man was leaning on his knees beside her. He looked awfully familiar, but she doesn't remember where she had seen him.

He looked up at her with a worried eyes. As if it was his phone that was fallen on the ground, not a girl whom he had just met.

"I'm so sorry." He said, his hands hanged awkwardly in the air as if he wanted to touch her but was scared to.

Minyoung chuckled and that surprised the young man. "You don't have to look so worried, I'm fine."

She reached for her sticks that were lying beside her, trying to stand up. The young man offered his help as he held her arm, steadying her.

She kept on trying to remember where she had seen him before. He looked so familiar, she saw him somewhere.

"Ah, I know you." Minyoung said, straightening her back and the young man froze, as if she said something she shouldn't say that.

"What? Is your identity a secret or what? Should I keep my mouth sealed about seeing you here?" Minyoung asked and the young looked confused.

"I mean I just saw you --who's actually an athlete, in a hospital and you don't want your fans to get worried about you or your health."

The young's man relaxed but the hurt was shown all in his eyes and Minyoung didn't know why, but it also hurt her to see him those eyes looking sad.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you are totally... Right!" He shook his head, but his eyes still showed something that made Minyoung uncomfortable, "Thank you, please keep it a secret."

 "Of course, I will." She exclaimed, smiling, and the young man looked at her with wide and amused eyes.

"I will go then, watch out where you are waking."

Minyoung nodded and he turned to walk away. It didn't take more than three steps away for him to stop at his name being called.

"Jungkook!"

His heart was throbbing, frustrated, in his chest upon hearing his name coming out of her. He missed his name being called out of , with her sweet voice.

He turned a bit, so slow as if he was hesitating to turn or not. To keep walking or to ignore her call or just turning and face her.

"Yes" he gulped, now face to face with her.

"Sorry about that. But I'm a fan." She smiled, her cheeks were slightly pink. "I swear, I will keep my mouth shut, but... Can I get your sign?" 

He smiled, chuckling to himself, which seemed to him like forever for him to smile again, and Minyoung's smile grew while watching him smiling. 

"Of course." He took out his pen and Minyoung kept looking for anything for him to sign on. She found plastic cups over the water counter and took one of them and handed it to Jungkook.

He looked at her with eyebrows raised, "seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Why?" She chuckled, "I'm a fan, sign, please."

He rolled his eyes and took the cup from her. He signed, a smile over his face and gave it back to her.

"You have a very cute smile" Minyoung said and blushed when she realized what she had just said, "I mean, you should smile a lot."

Jungkook chuckled and nodded.

"That's great," she looked at the cups, "and thanks. So friends?"

She reached his hands for him and Jungkook felt his heart shattering into many pieces. He just kept staring at her hands.

Minyoung pulled her hand and examined it. "Maybe not." She giggled awkwardly and Jungkook's breath hitched in his lungs from the pain.

She's still the same!

"I didn't mean to--"

"I understand, don't worry." Minyoung smiled, shaking her head. "I'm the crazy one here. How can I be a friend with a celebrity?"

Jungkook's lips twisted. And still never listening till the end. He nodded and bowed. "I will go then, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

Minyoung watched him walking away. She didn't know why, but her heart was squeezing in her chest cavity as Jungkook walked away and disappeared. She was disappointed she wanted to stay with him more.

She looked at the cup and smiled. He wrote a really cute message over it. She wondered if he was playful like that around all his fans. "How did he know my name?" Minyoung asked herself, confused as she saw her name written over the cup. She doesn't remember telling her name to him.

"Minyoung!"

Minyoung Jumped a little as she heard her name being called near her ears. She turned her head to find Jimin, standing there really close.

"What are you staring at?" He looked over her shoulder to find nothing really important to take her attention.

"Nothing." She cleared . After all, she promised Jungkook not to tell anyone about seeing him here. "Why did you follow me? Do you want to die?"

"I wasn't following you." Jimin tilted his head cutely to the right side as he stretched out his hands that were behind his back only to reveal a very beautiful Bouquet of flowers.

"Is.. Is that mine?" Minyoung smiled, her eyes were twinkling.

"No, it's mine. But I decided to give them to you." He chuckled and Minyoung rolled her eyes, talking the bouquet. "So mean."

She sniffed them before looking back at Jimin. "Thanks."

Jimin frowned a little as he said, "Only thanks?"

Minyoung leaned on his arm as she tiptoed and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Jimin."

"That's what I'm talking about." He giggled like an idiot. "Did you buy the snacks?"

"Ops. I forgot."

Jimin laughed as he warped his arms around her shoulder and started to walk, "It is okay, we will buy it together."

***

On the other hands Jungkook was watching Minyoung and Jimin fading away from in of the corners.

A hand dropped over his shoulder and squeezed it one, but Jungkook's were focusing on the direction where Minyoung disappeared.

"Are you okay?" Luhan asked.

"No, I'm not... She doesn't remember anything, at all." Jungkook sighed as he looked up at his Hyung.

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"It's better this way. She's happier like this." Jungkook started to walk away and Luhan sighed, ruffling his own hair in frustration.

"Stupid kids."

Flashback

"Is she okay, doctor?" Minyoung's mother ran to the doctor as he made his way of the operation room.

The doctor sighed and Minyoung's mother, father and uncle, Jungkook, Luhan and Jimin, all of them tensed.

They had been waiting for Minyoung who was in the operation's room, more than 6 hours so they lost their nerve and fear took over them.

"No, doctor." Minyoung's mother said. "You have to save her. I'm not going to lose her."

"We tried our best, really." The doctor said, "We hope that she would wake up soon enough."

"NO." Minyoung's mother cried and her husband tried hard to comfort her despite the pain in his chest.

Jungkook's hands clenched hard that his knuckles turned white. Luhan squeezed his shoulder to assure him that everything would be okay. That Minyoung was stronger than this.

Jungkook was covered with banged on his head and hand, but it wasn't a serious injuries. Minyoung took all the shock and the hit.

He felt guilty. He was the reason that she was like this.

They didn't know when she would wake up or if she could ever make it alive.

"You stupid Bastard." Jimin pushed Jungkook toward the wall, pinning him. Tears were in his eyes and Jungkook just stared blankly at the ground. "It's all because of you. She trusted you." Jimin cried as he kept his grip around jungkook firm. "She loved you."

"I'm sorry." The words left Jungkook's mouth like a whisper.

"What will you do, now?"

"That's enough Jimin." Luhan held Jimin's shoulder and pulled him away from Jungkook.

Jimin shrugged Luhan's hands away as he jogged out of the hospital, for fresh air.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook repeated his words again and again, "I'm sorry."

"Enough Jungkook!" Luhan sighed as he took him out of the waiting room.

There was nothing shown on Jungkook's face, except for shock. No tears, no crying and no pain. He looked like a stone, with no expressions on. But inside of him, he was crying. It was hard for him.

*

When they allowed visitors to visit Minyoung, Jungkook was there every day. Staying and talking to her, hoping and praying for her to wake up.

Jungkook ran his hands through Minyoung's hair gently. Playing with her strands as he was looking at her sleepy face.

"Hey, Minyoung. It's me Jungkook." He hissed, trying not to raise his voice more than that.

"I'm here to tell you that I got accepted and I'm going to make it to the champion. I took my boxing license." He said with an excited voice, but his tone was still low. "I wanted you to watch me, and cheer for me."

He sighed when there was no response from her. But he wasn't giving up. He knew that she was hearing him, somehow.

"When you wake up, there's a chance you won't remember me." Jungkook's voice choked. "I think it's better if you didn't. Even if it killed me, I'll be okay. I promise."

His hand slid down to hold Minyoung's hands that were lying hopelessly beside her. He linked his fingers with hers as he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, feeling the tears forming in his eyes.

"Even if you don't remember me, I still hope that my love will reach you." He sobbed with a low volume. "Loving you is the only thing that I don't regret in my life."

He wiped away his tears as he held Minyoung's hands tightly. "I love you Minyoung. I'm sorry if I'm not be around you in the future, but be sure that, I do love you."

He kissed her forehead, before making his way out.

He beheld Jimin standing on the wall next to the door when he made his way out of the room.

Jimin was standing, leaning his back on the wall, eyes focused on the ceiling as his hands were hooked in his hoodie's pocket

Jungkook cleared his throat as he stood next to Jimin.

"She won't remember you."

The words hit Jungkook's hard as he nodded, "I know. She won't remember you either."

"At least I will be by her side."

"You have to take care of her." Jungkook gave him a small smile before turning to leave.

"I will. Without telling me to, I was going to do it." Jimin said and Jungkook nodded, but never turned to look back at Jimin as he left.

"Stupid, Jerk." Jimin cursed, feeling annoyed. "He will regret this, I swear."

End of flashback

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Minyoung sat on the edge of her bed as her eyes fall on the cup that Jungkook signed earlier. She smiled as she took it and started reading it for the nth time.

Jungkook's Message:

To My Dear Fan,

       Get well soon. You can't keep walking with those sticks forever. You know that you can get better so get better please. I hate seeing you like this, it pains me. And that's not a pity. 

With love, Your, Jungkook.

P.S: Don't dare and get rid of this cup or I will chase after you. Be well!  

Thank you for always keeping my secrets, Minyoung and I'm sorry for everything.

 -JK

The End!

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