The figure looming before me was undeniably Kim Taehyung.
“Oh my God, this has to be a dream!” I blurted out, the realization hitting me like a wave.
“He’s…heavy,” I muttered, already calculating the logistics of getting him inside. “Ugh. Guess I’ll have to haul him in.”
I navigated him into my bedroom, carefully laying him on the bed.
“Lord, I think I cracked my back carrying him up the stairs!” I groaned, stretching my aching muscles.
I retrieved the first aid kit, and began tending to the wound on his head. It was ironic, I thought, how all those hours spent studying first aid were now being put to use.
As I finished, he reached for my hand, pulling me closer. I froze, breath catching in my throat. Kim Taehyung, *the* Kim Taehyung, was hugging me. I’d heard stories about his fondness for cuddling, but never imagined experiencing it firsthand.
But, as always, moments of bliss are fleeting. In my usual clumsiness, I elbowed him sharply in the stomach. He yelped in pain.
“AGH! #@!% HOLY SHIT!” he exclaimed.
I scrambled back, mortified. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Oh my God, I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Calm down,” he said, “and why are you so surprised to see me? Do you know me or something?”
“What do you *mean*? You’re Kim Taehyung! You’re one of my favorites from BTS!” I exclaimed, gesturing toward the posters adorning my walls.
“WHY AM I ON YOUR WALL?!…wait, damn, I *do* look good,” he admitted with a wry smile.
“Did you forget your life or something? Stop joking around. Anyway…how did you get here? What happened to your head? Don’t you have something to go to right now? Won’t—” My questions were cut short by another groan of pain.
“Please, just be quiet! My head is killing me!” he complained, clutching his temples.
“I’m so sorry again…I’ll give you some space. I’ll be downstairs. Just tell me if you need anything. I really need to get you back though. People might think you’re missing.”
“Nahh, don’t worry. My grandma trusts me. She wouldn’t be worried,” he reassured me.
“Umm…isn’t she in Daegu? We’re in Seoul right now. Oh boy, are you sure you didn’t get amnesia or something…? Holy cow, you *did* lose your memories, didn’t you?! It explains everything…the posters, the surprise…” The realization dawned on me, flooding me with a new wave of panic.
“Oh my God, oh my God, what do I do?” I yelled, pacing the room. “People might think you’re dead, or that *I* kidnapped you!”
While I spiraled into a frenzy of worry, Taehyung remained eerily still.
He was thinking, “Did I really forget the last five years?”
And so, the story began, and with it, my journey to help Taehyung reclaim his lost memories.
To be Continued.