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"Mrs. Kim....Mrs. Kim can you hear me?" a fuzzy and unfamiliar voice buzzed in my ear. I struggled to try to open my eyes, each eyelid feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds.
"Oh my God, her eyelids fluttered! I think she is coming around!! Baby? Baby can you hear me?" a deep voice said near my head. Was this person calling me baby? I felt the warmth of skin against my own skin, gripping my hand tightly. I strained again to attempt to open my eyes, getting them a crack open before shutting them again, the dim light of the room blinding me to anything but masses of blurs.
"Mrs. Kim, if you can hear us please can you squeeze your hand?" the first voice asked. I felt the warmth of the skin around my hand hold me firmly, waiting for a response. I struggled and strained with everything I had to contract my hand slightly, feeling the hand I must have been holding, jump.
"She…she squeezed my hand! She can hear us!" the second voice said excitedly.
"Alright Mrs. Kim, just take your time. Don't panic if you can't do things right away. Your body is rebooting in a way, so please don't rush. Just relax and your eyes will open when your body is ready." the first voice said as the second one broke into sobs. I felt my hand being lifted and a soft pair of lips being placed against my skin. I laid there listening to the sobbing man beside me, still trying desperately to open my eyes. It took several more minutes of struggling before I was finally able to crack my eyes open. The light was painful, making me wince but I managed to flutter them open and see an older man standing on the one side of me. He looked like he would be a grandfather, a gray beard on his face, glasses and a kind smile. I heard a gasp from my other side, and slowly turned my eyes to the direction of the noise. The other deep voice I heard on the other side of me that was holding my hand, was sitting in a chair right next to my bed. He took one of his hands and wiped tears away from his face, sniffling and stifling more cries. He was insanely handsome, making me feel a little flustered.
"Mrs. Kim, I am Dr. Lee. Now do not push yourself, but can you try to speak for us? Your throat might be a little sore from having the breathing tube removed earlier." the older man explained. I worked very slowly to open my mouth and close it a few times, my jaw feeling so sore and tense.
"Yes." I managed to whisper, a little bit of my voice coming out after. The man sitting down burst into sobs, squeezing my hand tightly.
"Alright, good. Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked. I looked around the room, and back at the doctor, feeling the other man's fingers lacing through mine.
"A hospital?" I asked, not even sure if that was correct.
"That's right. You are in the hospital. Now do you know your name?" he asked, making me think for a moment.
"Y/N?" I asked, making him nod and smiling at me.
"Yes, Mrs. Kim, that is correct. Now, do you know who the man is sitting beside you?" he asked, making me look back to the crying man. I stared at him for several moments, trying to recall who this handsome man was.
"N-No." I said, watching his facial expression change. He looked upset, as he began crying again, resting his head against my hand.
"You don't remember me baby?" he asked, not lifting his head.
"N-No, I'm sorry." I said, feeling a little panicky.
"Mr. Kim, please take a breath." the doctor said, making him take in a few shuddering breaths.
"Who are you?" I asked, making him look up at me.
"I'm Taehyung....I'm your husband." he said softly. My eyes widened as I felt my heart started to race. I had no recollection of this man, let alone him being my husband! How could I have married someone that handsome?
"I'm sorry." I said again softly, feeling bad for how upset he seemed.
"I'm going to...I'm going to go call Namjoon. He will be happy to hear she is awake." he said, getting up from the chair and wiping his face. I watched him as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him as the doctor spoke to me. I felt so lost and I felt bad for the man if I really was his wife. How could I not remember him? The doctor continued to ask me several questions and began running some tests before Taehyung came back in the room with his hands in his pockets.
"It looks as though she doesn't remember anything from the last 5 years. She doesn't even remember the accident that landed her here." the doctor said to Taehyung as he nodded slowly.
"How long have I been here?" I asked, making them both look over at me.
"You have been here 5 months, almost 6." Taehyung said, sniffling slightly.
"Yes, your car hit a patch of ice, and slid off of the road, rolled down an embankment and into the river. We are not sure how long you were in the river but you were rescued and brought straight here." the doctor said solemnly.
"Namjoon is on his way." Taehyung said, giving me a small smile. I smiled back at him, relieved that I would be seeing a familiar face.
"So you do remember your brother, Namjoon?" the doctor asked as I nodded slightly.
"I do." I smiled, closing my eyes and feeling a little more at ease knowing I would be seeing him soon. Taehyung walked over to the chair and sat down, looking so disheartened.
"Try to remember not to stress yourself, but I will be back shortly with your test results." the doctor said before he left, leaving me alone with the man who was claiming to be my husband.
"You....you really don't remember me at all?" he asked softly, looking up at me through sad eyes.
"I'm so sorry, but I don't." I said softly, making him sigh. He looked back down at his hands and sniffled, bringing his hand up to wipe his eyes.
"I'm just happy you are awake and talking again." he said, giving me a sad smile, his chin quivering slightly. We sat there for a while longer, mainly in silence or him asking me if I needed or wanted anything. Eventually that silence was broken by the door opening and me seeing a face I recognized. I immediately burst into tears as I saw the face of my brother in the doorway. He rushed over, letting out a few tears of his own as he cradled my face, resting his forehead against mine.
"Y/N, oh Y/N!" he cried, laughing as he sniffled. I noticed another man standing back toward the door, smiling and wiping his eyes too. Taehyung walked over to the man and they began hugging as Taehyung cried into the man's shoulder.
"Who is that?" I asked, pointing to the doorway as Namjoon stepped back.
"That is Jungkook, my husband." he smiled, making my eyes widen.
"Joonie, you got married?!" I asked, smiling at the handsome stranger still holding Taehyung.
"We had a double wedding, actually. I married Jungkook and you married Taehyung." he said, giving me a sad smile.
"I wish I could remember something, anything about him." I sighed, feeling a little anxious.
"We were all really close. It may take time, but I think we can be that way again. You will see their charm and why we both fell for them." he replied, kissing my forehead.
"I trust you." I said softly as he grabbed my hand. Just about that time, Jungkook came walking over extending his hand and grabbing mine.
"Y/N, you don't remember me either, do you?" he asked, giving me a kind smile.
"No, I'm sorry I don't." I said sadly. I felt so bad that I didn't know these people who obviously must have meant a great deal to me previously.
"Don't you worry, we aren't too bad." Jungkook chuckled, trying to lighten the situation. I began worrying my hands, looking around and breathing heavily. Taehyung walked over and reached out for me but stopped, pulling his hands back to himself.
"Hey, it's ok, you're alright. I can't imagine how scared you are right now, but I'm here and everyone in this room loves you. Just breathe, Y/N." Namjoon said, holding my hands. I closed my eyes and nodded as I felt a warm tear trickle down my cheek.
"Please don't leave." I said softly, squeezing his hands with as much strength as I could muster.
"I promise, we are not going anywhere." he smiled, leaning forward and kissing my forehead. I felt afraid and confused, but at least safe with Namjoon's reassurances. I wished so much that I could remember everything, especially the handsome man claiming to be my husband with the kind and sad eyes.
