Empty (Punch sequel)

Part 1

"I was her least favorite." Jimin said, chuckling and Minyoung felt a bit tiny feeling of envy that he remembered that and she didn't. "She hated it when I call her Ajumma."

She bet that the situation would have been funny and cute. If only she could remember.

"But you are her favorite now." Minyoung said, giving him a tiny smile.

Jimin noticed the hidden pain behind her smile. He held her hand and she looked up, meeting his beautiful narrow slit eyes. They weren't that small though. She thought they were cute.

"Don't worry. Everything is going to be normal. You will remember sooner or later." Jimin assured her, holding her hands tightly.

He secretly hoped she won't remember anything. It wasn't the best for her to remember.

"But the doctor said I may not remember." Minyoung sighed and looked away from Jimin's gaze.

"And you really don't need to remember." He said and Minyoung looked back at him with confused and wide eyes. "I mean you have your parent next to you. You know who you are and you have me, right? It's not like remembering would change anything."

Minyoung nodded, knowing that he was right. What did she have to remember anyway when she could make a new one.

"Yeah, I know. It's just..." I feel empty! Lost! Fake!

"You are thinking too much." Jimin let go of her hands and pinched both of her cheeks, slightly. "Don't force yourself to remember. When time comes you will."

Jimin smiled, letting go of her cheeks. Minyoung rubbed her cheeks with both of her hands, knowing that her cheeks probably red from Jimin's pinching them.

She slapped his arms and he looked at her surprised.

"What?"

"Stop pinching my cheeks." She sneered as she held his cheeks, pinching them. He winced. "You also have cute and puffy cheeks so don't mess up with me."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Jimin said between a laughter and a wince.

Minyoung grinned at him, glad that she gave him a small lesson. Letting go of his cheeks, she huffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Jimin rolled his eyes and he reached for her bags. Even if Minyoung lost her memory her personality was no joke. "Let's go. Your mother will kill us if we are late"

"Well, she will kill you." Minyoung said, reaching for her handbag and the cup. "I'm her daughter, she loves me."

He scoffed at her comment, making his way out of the room and Minyoung following him. She stopped, looking on more time in the room, she lived in since she woke up. She might miss this room later on.

Jimin noticed the cup in Minyoung's hand and didn't say anything about it. He knew how much she liked it and how she thought it was a fantasy to meet a celebrity in real life and get a sign from him. But something inside of him bothered him so much when she kept staring at the cup or re-reading the message for nth time.

He knew who gave it to her with her telling me.

He knew, because he saw him that day!

But Jimin never told Minyoung that he knew and he wouldn't ever tell her.

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When they reached the car, Minyoung's dad put her bags at the back of the car as she and Jimin took a seat at the back seats.

Her father's car wasn't that good and not modern but it still worked. She called it an ugly duck when she saw it, but she wouldn't dare to say it out loud. Knowing how much her father liked it as his own baby.