Namjoon woke up in the morning and went to the kitchen. Jihye was making coffee.
“What are you doing this morning?”
“Oh, you’re awake? I didn’t wake you up because you were sleeping.”
“Don’t push yourself too hard. Your body isn’t fully healed yet.”
“Somehow.. I remember you making me coffee every morning..!”
After hearing Jihye's words, Namjoon started to feel anxious about where he should start and where he should end his lies.
'Do you remember making coffee every morning? Who did Nam Ji-hye live with before...?'
“Right... Right?? That’s right, Jihye, you used to pour me coffee every morning.. haha”
“Right? I don’t remember.. but I guess my body remembers.. hehe.”
“.... I liked the coffee you gave me. Sit down, I’ll make breakfast.”
Namjoon put his complicated feelings aside and prepared breakfast for Jihye.
That afternoon, Namjoon met Seokjin and Jimin at the police station.
“Brother, I heard Hwayeon is pressuring me again. It’s ending with him fleeing overseas and dying;;”
“Are you crazy? Nam Ji-hye is right in front of us.”
“Brother, be honest with me. Do you… have feelings for him?”
“... Would I really do that?!”
“… Then what’s your plan? Why are you bringing that woman to your house?”
“Now is the beginning.”
Jimin handed the laptop to Namjoon.
“Hyung, look at this. This is the internal transaction history of Hwayeon’s finance team. Some of the 50 billion… went to a personal account.”
“What? Then… the real culprit is…”
“It seems to be the other way around. Nam Ji-hye… seems to have fallen into a trap.”
“Jimin, first, keep a copy of this data. First… I can’t trust anyone, so I need to investigate further.”
"But bro, are you really going to keep living with that woman? How can you live with a woman when you don't even have a girlfriend... Ugh!!!"
"Shouldn't you be quiet...?!?!?! This is top secret...! I'll take care of it, so you guys just help me out."
After a brief investigation, Namjoon immediately headed home. In fact, he felt bad about leaving Jihye, who was still sick, alone at home.
Beep beep beep beep - Doriring~
"Oh! You're here??"
"...Oh Jihye, why are you here when you're sick? Get some rest."
“Hurry up… I want to find my memories..! I was looking around the house, hoping to find some clues that could help me remember…”
"D... Clue?? Oh, you don't have to do that.. ^^ㅎㅎ It's still stable, so you should rest a bit."
“I wonder? Oh, but I was wondering if I could remember something earlier...”
“Remember?! What memories, what… did something come to mind?”
“I don’t know… The more I think about it, the more my head hurts...”
“It’s okay. If there’s anything you remember when I’m not around, why don’t you write it down in your notebook?”
"Oh.. haha I'll try that!! I'm happy because it seems like things are falling into place one by one... haha"
That night, Namjoon sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Jihye approached him.
“Shall we watch it together? I’m bored.”
“Uh...?? Okay, sit here.”
Namjoon was really nervous about Jihye sitting so close to him. He thought that it wasn't easy to act like a couple when they weren't even a real couple. And the longer he spent with Jihye, the more he mistook this acting for the real situation.
“But… when I’m next to you… I feel strangely at ease? I don’t even remember much….”
“Really? I guess I’m strong…? ...haha”
“……Thank you.. I’ll remember quickly, you must be uncomfortable too.”
Jihye cautiously lowered her head to Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon flinched in surprise, and Jihye looked up at him strangely.
"What, why am I so surprised..? Wasn't it usually like this..?"
"Uh..uh no no, it's so good, I'm surprised it's good!!! ㅋㅋㅋ Illuwa"
Namjoon quietly reached out and stroked her hair, saying:
“.... Just like now... Just like now, let’s stay together. Until my memories come back.”
"…yes"
'Wisdom... I'm sorry. When my memories come back... I'll tell you everything then.'
Tiring- Tiring-
At that moment, Namjoon's cell phone rang.
"Wisdom, I'll go and answer the phone for a moment."
"Okay, have a go."
Namjoon went out to the terrace for a moment and answered the phone. The number on the screen was an unknown number.
"hello?"
“.... Detective Kim Namjoon. Let’s stop now.”
“....? Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know. Just… get your hands off this case, now.”
“Stop beating around the bush and tell me. Who are you!!!”
“The truth has already been decided.”
Thump- Namjoon put the phone down and gritted his teeth.
“Who... who... knows that Nam Ji-hye is alive?”
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Sonting ♥️