Empty (Punch sequel)

Part 1

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(Minyoung's POV)

When we reached home, I couldn't feel any sense of familiarity. I was hoping to feel any connection to the past. But no, my mind had no memory at all and I think that's why I didn't feel anything.

My dad excused himself to work as Mom, Jimin and I made our ways inside the house. It was not too large, not too small, two floored house. It had a small garden, surrounding it a wooden fence.

Inside the house, it smelled of new paint and cleaning soap which made me assume that the house went through a makeover before my arrival,

Jimin took my bags upstairs and I followed him while my mom went to the kitchen preparing something to eat,

My room!

It was the thing I was most excited about. I wanted to figure out how I used to live from my stuff, maybe it would help me to remember the forgettable.

Jimin stopped in front of the room and placed the bag next to the door, not opening it. I looked at him confused and he gave me a grin, pointing at the door.

"Your surprise is inside."

Surprise! I totally forgot about it.

Nervously, I reached my hand and opened the door cautiously. Jimin reached his hands quickly and switched on the light of the room.

My room.

It was simple and beautiful. A single bed was lying next to the wall beside it a small night stand was standing.

Opposite to it, a large bookshelf was there, looking so beautiful and filled up with many books. I was going to enjoy reading them all. Or should I say re-reading? I didn't even knew if I read them before or not. It didn't matter anymore.

"Are all of these books, mine?"

"Your kind of bookworm and nerd." Jimin said with a smile, before shrugging. "I tried to treat you from this, but it didn't work."

"Why would you want to treat me from being a bookworm? It's awesome to have all of these books and read and live in them..."

"Stop, please." Jimin groaned dramatically, putting a hand over his chest. "You might not remember anything but, Minyoung, I'm telling you haven't changed a bit."

I grinned at him, glad that my personality, my liking and my interest are still the same.

I turned and looked at the other side of the room where a small desk was placed. I frowned a little, when I noticed that I didn't have any photos in my room.

I was curious how I looked when I was a kid or when I was in preschool and middle school. I was curious to see photos of me and jimin together or photos of my birthdays or anything that related to the past I knew nothing about.

Still, there were none.

"Did I not like taking photos?" I asked, turning to Jimin, looking sad. Because I did. I felt disappointed.

Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Minyoung..." He bit his lips and I already knew the answer I had photos, but it was just taken away.

"Why? I just wanted to know who I was. What I was like and..."

I found myself being pulled into Jimin's arms as his arms wrapped tightly around me in a tight hug. He took a deep breath and I felt him exhale beside my ear.

"Minyoung, you have to understand them." He said. "We almost lost you. You don't know how horrible the idea is, for you not being around anymore." He choked on his words, and I felt my heart itching. "We just want you to live happily. Can't you just live as who you are now? Because I knew that you are still Minyoung that I knew. You haven't changed at all."

"But I want to share our memories together. I feel sad that I don't remember you. That I don't remember anything about our friendship and..."

Jimin's cut me, by titling my chin up so that I was looking up at him. He gave me a look that said: you don't have to remember. "You are here and that's enough." He said. His gaze was hard. He didn't want to make this conversation any further than this.

And I sighed, burying my face into his shirt, inhaling his scent. He was right. I should be thankful that I was still alive. I just should enjoy my life as it was now and forget that I might have past that I knew nothing about.

I was happy, wasn't I?

I was breathing and that's all I needed.

"Now look at this." Jimin whispered near my ears softly. He pulled his arms away from me as he went and switched off the light.

I gasped, surprised when the darkness filled the room. My fist clenched hard that I felt the blood leaving them and my heart was screaming against my ribs. "Seriously, Jimin do you want to do?" I choked, my voice was shaking. He knew I was scared of darkness. And he didn't reply which scared me more.

"Jimin, I'm not playing this game--" a hand held my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I could feel his breath tickling my hair. My screaming heart calmed as I felt him near me. But still, I hated the darkness.

"I'm not trying to scare you." Jimin whispered, holding be tightly probably noticing that my body was shaking hard. "Look up, Minyoung."