Namjoon's phone vibrated briefly.
He turned away from Wisdom and walked out to the end of the yard.
The moment I saw the name on the screen, my eyes hardened.
“Hey, Jimin.”
I heard someone catching their breath on the other end of the phone.
“Hyung… the signal that was tracking Nam Ji-hye has been cut off.”
"…what?"
“It wasn’t completely lost, but location tracking and biometrics were lost at the same time.
“This is a rare occurrence... and there is no sign of anyone interfering.”
“Ugh…!”
Namjoon turned towards the house at the sound of a groan.
Jihye, who was standing in the middle of the yard, suddenly touched her temple.
“Wisdom…?”
“Brother, I think this needs some more investigation...”
That was the moment.
“M.. hair... male lead... n...”
Jihye's body swayed greatly.
She collapsed without even taking a single proper step.
“Ah… it hurts…”
Namjoon ran with the phone still in his hand.
"J... Jihye!"
Her face instantly turned pale, and a cold sweat formed on her forehead.
He seemed out of breath, as if he was holding something back.
“My head… feels like it’s going to split open…”
“Hey, just a sec.. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Hyung? Hyung! What are you—”
Namjoon hung up the phone.
Wisdom trembled slightly in his arms.
"scared…"
Those words gave strength to Namjoon's hand.
Just then, a noise came from the kitchen.
“Oh my! What is this!”
Grandma ran out into the yard.
When he saw Jihye lying on the floor, his face hardened.
“Oh my… What’s wrong with the child!”
“Grandma, I suddenly collapsed...!! Ji... Jihye...”
“This is not the time to stay still. You need to go to the hospital!”
Namjoon's lips were tightly shut.
"Grandma, first, please help me take Jihye to the car!!"
'hospital'
That one word made my mind tangled in a complex way.
“…I don’t think it will work...”
Grandma looked straight at Namjoon.
“What doesn’t work?”
“If you take him to the hospital now… there will be problems...”
“What are you complaining about when someone has collapsed!”
Jihye groaned softly.
“Ugh…”
Namjoon's gaze wavered at that voice.
“…I’ll take you somewhere else first, don’t worry, Grandma.”
"where?"
Namjoon was silent for a moment and then said.
“I know a doctor.”
The grandmother looked at him quietly.
“…What are you hiding with this child?”
"...Please wait a moment, Grandma. I'll get things sorted out and then I'll tell you."
The VIP ward was extremely quiet.
Wisdom was lying in bed, an oxygen mask covering her face.
Only the mechanical sound rang out regularly.
“Wow… what is this situation?”
It was Jeongguk.
He checked Wisdom's eyes and touched her wrist.
His expression gradually became serious.
“The trauma to the head is quite old.
And… you have amnesia?”
Namjoon was standing next to the bed.
“It’s certain that I’ve lost my memory…
And now this headache and seizure… This isn’t just stress.”
“…Is it treatable?”
"It's possible. If we treat him right now, we can even recover his memory."
Namjoon's gaze wavered.
“… That won’t do.”
Jeongguk's hand stopped.
"what?"
“Right now… I can’t let you regain your memories.”
Jungkook looked straight at Namjoon.
“Hey, what are you talking about?”
“Just don’t let it hurt.”
Namjoon lowered his head.
"...?"
“Just get rid of the headaches and seizures.”
Jeongguk didn't say anything for a moment.
“Recovering memories is the cure. But what...!”
“…Please.”
“You’ve been like this since long ago.
Always think you can handle it and make all the decisions on your own.
“That bastard is talking nonsense...”
Jeongguk's gaze moved to Jihye on the bed.
“Who is this person?”
“…He’s an important person to me.”
“If you brought it to me, it must be someone important, right? Who is it?”
“Don’t you know what I’m asking?”
"..."
Jungkook looked at Namjoon again.
"…weird."
"...?"
“Surely, you are....”
He stopped talking and looked at Jihye again.
“…Do you like this person?”
Namjoon didn't answer.
That silence was the answer.
Jeongguk shook his head.
“That crazy guy.”
And yet he said.
“I’ll take the pain away for now. But the memories… will return someday.
“Know that?”
"You know..."
Namjoon closed his eyes.
I knew that fact better than anyone else.
At that moment, Wisdom's fingers moved slightly.
“…Mr. Namjoon…”
A low voice like a sleep talker.
“Don’t run away…”
Namjoon took her hand.
Very carefully... as if the moment you grab it, everything will fall apart.
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Continued in the next episode >>