They all told me everything. They told me about all the things I never knew. They told me who he was. Kim Jonghyun.

We had met in middle school. I was being bullied because I preferred doing homework then going out to play. I ate fried chicken every lunch and it made me a bit pudgy. These two boys were picking on me and Jonghyun was there to help me, but things didn’t go as planned. We both ended up getting the crap kicked out of us, but once it was all over, Jonghyun treated me to ice cream.

He was a year younger than me, but acted like he was coolest thing in the world and to me, he was. I was nerdy and couldn’t run very far without getting tired. After meeting Jonghyun, everything changed. I lost weight and spent more time outside. I was still the top of my class all through high school, but I spent most of my homework time with Jonghyun, helping him which helped me.

He was the coolest guy in high school and I was his best friend. We’d go on double dates and hang out at the arcade or just do our homework. Where ever he was, I was there too. If anyone caused me trouble, Jonghyun would be there to stop it.

Near the end of our junior year, things changed. He became awkward around me and whenever I touched him, he’d pull away. It bothered me and I wondered what I did wrong. Eventually I got fed up and pulled him to the roof and confronted him. He kissed me any everything made sense.

Jonghyun and I started dating then. I was happy and so was he. We were even more inseparable then before. We were in love and people didn’t like that, but we never cared. No matter what people said, no one could do anything to him. He was still the same Jonghyun; care-free, funny, talented, an all-around good guy.

We ended up in the same college and roommates and things were the same. We fought sometimes like most couples and we had our ‘fun’. One night, we got drunk at a friend’s house and headed back to campus. I told Jonghyun we should get a cab, but he didn’t listen and I was too drunk to car.

Everything happened too quickly. One minute we were singing, the next minute I woke up in the hospital, blind and without any memories.

Minho had taken Taemin out of my room to calm him down. I wanted to thank him, but I couldn’t will myself to speak or to even more.

All I could do was think of his face. It was clear now. Those soft, almond eyes, his plump, pink lips and his adorable nose. I wasn’t surprised I every fell for him. He was beautiful.

I remember his face now. I remember the accident. I remember everything. But out of all I could see, I remember his face when I called out to him before the crash. It was like the world had slowed down. I saw the fear and the regret in his face. He knew what was going to happen and he couldn’t stop it. I could almost see him saying he was sorry.

I can’t hate him for what happened. It was as much my fault as it was his. I could never fault Jonghyun for anything, I decided.

Hours later, I left my room and I felt Taemin grab my hand, “Hyung…”

“What happened to Jonghyun?”

Taemin didn’t say anything; Minho did instead, “He ran off after he woke up. Key and Taemin refused to let him see you. They demanded he should never come back.”

“Hyung! You could have die-“

“But I didn’t,” I shot back. I felt Taemin cringe. I never used that type of tone, “I’m sorry… but I don’t blame Jonghyun for what happened to me. You had no right to do that.”

“But I-“

“No,” I said quickly, “No, Taemin. I want to see him.”

They both were silent for a few moments. “We don’t know where he is,” Minho said, “We haven’t seen him in years.”

I looked down in thought, “I may know where he is.”

It was weeks later when I finally met Jonghyun again. It was the anniversary of the accident. It had four years now. I was on the roof of the school where I confronted Jonghyun. I just knew he’d be there.

I waited on the roof for hours. I finally heard the door open. I glanced over and heard a small noise.

“Excuse me?” The voice finally asked. I remembered that voice. It was his voice.

I smiled softly, “Can I help you?”

He didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was looking at me. Eventually I looked away from where he was and stared in front of me. I could see the whole town from here, or I used to be able to. I sighed, “I remember everything.”

I heard his breath hitch and I looked back over to him, “How have you been, Jonghyun?”

“I’m so sorr-“

“Don’t,” I said with a smile, shaking my head, “Don’t be sorry. Just tell me you still love me and you miss me.”

I heard a rushing sound and arms wrapped around me. I chuckled softly and wrapped my arms around Jonghyun, “I’ve remember you, Jonghyun.”

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