"Lost in Love: A Memory Between Us"

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The soft hum of the hospital monitors filled the quiet room. Taehyung sat beside the hospital bed, his fingers hesitantly brushing against the cold hand resting on the white sheets. His heart clenched painfully as he looked at the man lying unconscious before him—Jeon Jungkook.

It had been three days since the accident. Three days since Jungkook had lost all memories of their past together.

Taehyung's grip tightened on Jungkook’s hand as memories of their love flashed through his mind. The late-night cuddles, the heated kisses, the way Jungkook would whisper "mine" possessively against his skin—it was all gone from Jungkook's mind. But not from Taehyung's heart.

A knock on the door made Taehyung look up. Jin and Jimin stepped inside, their faces filled with worry.

"How is he?" Jimin asked softly, placing a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.

"Still the same," Taehyung murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion. "He doesn’t remember me, Jimin. He doesn’t even recognize me…"

Jin sighed, sitting on the other side of the bed. "Give him time, Taehyung. Maybe his memories will come back."

"But what if they don’t?" Taehyung’s voice cracked, his fingers trembling as he held onto Jungkook’s hand. "What if… he never remembers us?"

Before anyone could respond, a soft groan came from the bed. Taehyung's eyes widened as Jungkook's fingers twitched, his head turning slightly.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung whispered, his heart pounding.

Jungkook’s dark eyes slowly fluttered open, filled with confusion. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on Jin and Jimin before finally settling on Taehyung.

"Who…" Jungkook's voice was hoarse. "Who are you?"

The words felt like a dagger piercing through Taehyung's heart. He swallowed hard, forcing a trembling smile.

"I’m… I’m Taehyung."

Jungkook blinked, his brows furrowing. "Taehyung…" He tested the name on his tongue but shook his head. "I don’t remember you."

Taehyung felt the sting of tears but quickly blinked them away. "It’s okay," he said softly. "I’ll remind you."

Jin and Jimin exchanged worried glances but stayed silent. They knew how much Taehyung loved Jungkook. Walking away wasn’t an option for him.

Days passed, and Taehyung stayed by Jungkook’s side, helping him recover, telling him stories about their past, showing him pictures and videos. But Jungkook remained distant.

One night, as Taehyung helped Jungkook walk through the hospital corridor, their fingers accidentally brushed. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, but Jungkook immediately pulled his hand away.

"Don’t touch me," Jungkook said coldly.

Taehyung felt like he couldn’t breathe. "Jungkook, I—"

"Stop acting like we’re something more," Jungkook snapped, his eyes filled with frustration. "I don’t remember you, and I don’t feel anything for you."

Taehyung bit his lip, fighting back tears. He knew Jungkook wasn’t doing this on purpose, but it still hurt.

"Jungkook," Jin interrupted, his voice firm. "You may not remember, but you loved Taehyung more than anything. Give yourself a chance to know him again."

Jungkook clenched his jaw but said nothing.

That night, as Taehyung sat alone in the hospital room, staring at Jungkook’s sleeping form, he made a silent vow.

He would make Jungkook fall in love with him again—even if it took forever.

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: A Fading Past, A Burning Present

The cold morning air seeped through the slightly open balcony doors, making Taehyung shiver as he pulled the thick blanket tighter around himself. The unfamiliar bed, the grand yet distant aura of the Jeon mansion—it all felt suffocating. He was here, in Jungkook’s house, but not in his heart.

Jungkook watched from the doorway, arms crossed, eyes dark and unreadable. He had finally gotten Taehyung back, but why did it feel like he was further away than ever?

“I’m going to work,” Jungkook finally spoke, voice heavy with the weight of unsaid emotions.

Taehyung didn’t even look up. “Okay.”

That single word, that single indifference—it struck Jungkook harder than any insult ever could. He scoffed, shaking his head, before leaving the room.

Downstairs, BTS members were already gathered in the living room. Jin was sipping his coffee, Jimin and Hoseok were bickering, and Namjoon was deep into a book.

Jungkook stormed past them, making Jimin raise an eyebrow. “What’s with the storm cloud above your head, Jeon?”

“Nothing.”

Jimin exchanged a look with Jin before standing up and following Jungkook out. “It’s about Taehyung, isn’t it?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “He doesn’t remember us, Jimin. And if he does, he doesn’t care. I have him here, but it feels like I’ve lost him.”

Jimin sighed. “Give him time. He might not remember everything, but feelings... they never truly fade.”

Jungkook scoffed, but deep down, he clung to those words.

---

Meanwhile, Taehyung sat in the room, staring at an old photo album he had found in one of the drawers. His fingers traced over a picture—him and Jungkook, laughing together under cherry blossom trees.

Why did this image make his chest ache?

Why did Jungkook’s presence stir something inside him—something painful, something longing?

Before he could think further, the door burst open, and J-Hope, Suga, and Jin entered with mischievous grins.

“Alright, Kim Taehyung,” Jin smirked. “You might not remember us properly, but that doesn’t mean we won’t annoy you like old times.”

Suga tossed him a hoodie. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

Taehyung blinked. “Where?”

J-Hope grinned. “Somewhere special. You’ll see.”

---

Hours later, Jungkook returned home, exhausted from a day of work, only to find the mansion unusually quiet.

“Where’s Taehyung?” he asked the butler.

“Master Taehyung left with the BTS members this afternoon.”

Jungkook’s mood darkened instantly. He didn’t like this. Taehyung being out without him, with others... It twisted something inside him.

Just as he was about to storm upstairs, the door swung open, and in walked Taehyung and the others, laughing.

For a moment, Jungkook could only stare.

Taehyung’s eyes were sparkling, his lips curled into a soft smile.

That smile.

Jungkook hadn’t seen that smile in years.

But the warmth in his chest was immediately doused by the sight of Jimin’s arm draped casually over Taehyung’s shoulder.

His vision turned red.

“Where were you?” Jungkook’s voice was sharp.

The room fell silent.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Out.”

Jungkook clenched his fists. “Out where?”

“Why do you care?” Taehyung crossed his arms, matching Jungkook’s heated gaze.

“I care because you’re mine.”

The words hung in the air, thick with tension.

Taehyung scoffed. “Yours? Jungkook, I don’t even remember you properly. How can I be yours?”

That was it. The last straw.

Jungkook stormed forward, grabbing Taehyung by the wrist, pulling him close. “You might have forgotten, but your body hasn’t,” he whispered against Taehyung’s ear. “Your heart hasn’t.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched. He hated how his body reacted, how his pulse raced just from Jungkook’s proximity.

Jimin cleared his throat. “Uh, should we leave?”

Jungkook shot him a glare, making Jimin chuckle. “Fine, fine. We’ll go.”

As soon as the others left, Jungkook’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. “Tell me,” he murmured, “when you look at me, do you feel nothing?”

Taehyung swallowed hard. “I... I don’t know.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened for the first time that night. “Then let me make you remember.”

Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook cupped his face gently, staring into those deep, brown eyes. “I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll make you fall for me again.”

Taehyung hated how much those words affected him.

Because deep down, he already felt himself slipping.

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To be continued…

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A Heart That Remembers

The room was silent, yet the air crackled with unspoken tension. Taehyung was still trapped in Jungkook’s grip, their faces inches apart. He wanted to push Jungkook away, wanted to deny the strange pull he felt—but he couldn’t.

His body betrayed him.

His heart raced, his skin tingled where Jungkook’s fingers touched.

“I—” Taehyung swallowed hard, breaking eye contact. “I need to rest.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, but he let go. “Fine.”

As Taehyung turned away, Jungkook whispered, “But you won’t escape me, Taehyung. You never could.”

His words sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine.

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Taehyung lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He was confused, frustrated.

Why did Jungkook’s touch feel so familiar?

Why did his body react like it had been here before, held by the same arms, whispered to by the same lips?

He ran a hand through his hair, groaning. “This is driving me crazy.”

A sudden knock on the door made him jump.

“Hyung?” It was Jimin’s voice.

Taehyung quickly sat up. “Come in.”

Jimin entered, shutting the door behind him. He had a small, knowing smile on his lips. “You look like someone who just got kissed senseless.”

Taehyung threw a pillow at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin laughed before sitting beside him. “So… how do you feel?”

Taehyung sighed. “Conflicted. I don’t remember him the way he wants me to. But my body…” He hesitated. “It feels like it does.”

Jimin nodded. “That’s because love isn’t just about memories, Tae. It’s about feeling.”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. “I don’t know if I can trust what I feel.”

Jimin patted his back. “Then test it.”

Taehyung frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jimin smirked. “Make Jungkook jealous.”

Taehyung blinked. “What?!”

Jimin shrugged. “It’s simple. If he’s truly still in love with you, his jealousy will show his possessiveness. And if you feel something when he gets jealous… well, maybe that’s your answer.”

Taehyung bit his lip. “That’s risky.”

Jimin grinned. “Risky, but effective.”

---

The next morning, Taehyung stepped into the dining room where the rest of the BTS members were having breakfast.

Jungkook was already seated at the head of the table, dressed in his usual sharp black suit. His cold, CEO persona was back in place.

Taehyung hesitated for a second before walking over to Jimin and sitting right next to him, closer than usual.

Jimin, catching on, casually placed an arm around Taehyung’s chair. “Did you sleep well, babe?” he teased.

Taehyung blushed but nodded, playing along. “Yeah, surprisingly.”

The sound of a fork clattering against a plate made them look up.

Jungkook’s jaw was tight, his fingers gripping the knife so hard his knuckles turned white. His dark eyes were locked onto Jimin’s arm around Taehyung.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook, you okay?”

Jungkook ignored him, standing up abruptly. He walked toward Taehyung and grabbed his wrist, yanking him up from the chair.

“Hey—” Taehyung protested, but Jungkook didn’t care.

“I need to talk to you. Now.”

Before anyone could react, Jungkook dragged Taehyung out of the dining hall and into his private study, slamming the door shut behind them.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook’s voice was dangerously low.

Taehyung crossed his arms. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play games with me, Taehyung,” Jungkook growled, stepping closer, his eyes burning with anger. “You were flirting with Jimin.”

Taehyung smirked, trying to ignore how his pulse quickened at Jungkook’s intense gaze. “So what if I was?”

Jungkook’s hands clenched into fists. “You’re mine.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, stepping even closer until Taehyung’s back hit the wall. “Then let me remind you.”

Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook’s lips crashed onto his.

It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, demanding—filled with frustration, longing, and something Taehyung couldn’t name.

Taehyung gasped against his lips, his body betraying him once again as he melted into Jungkook’s embrace.

Jungkook’s hands gripped his waist tightly, pulling him even closer, as if trying to fuse them together. His lips moved against Taehyung’s with desperate hunger, as if proving a point.

And maybe he was.

When Jungkook finally pulled away, Taehyung was breathless, his heart pounding.

Jungkook smirked, his thumb brushing over Taehyung’s swollen lips. “Still think you don’t remember me?”

Taehyung couldn’t speak. He was too overwhelmed.

Jungkook leaned in again, whispering against his ear, “I told you, Taehyung. You can try to forget, but your body won’t.”

Taehyung swallowed hard, his mind spinning.

Maybe Jungkook was right.

Maybe some things could never truly be forgotten