11^th November 2010
Hearing the sound of my phone vibrating on the pillow beside my I reached out a hand and answered it.
“Hello?” I asked, rubbing my eyes with my free hand.
“Did I wake you?” Jongin’s cheerful voice rang through my ears and I was instantly fully awake.
“No,” I muttered a lie. There was a pause before Jongin cleared his throat.
“So, I was wondering…do you want to come out with me later? Nothing special…just the park?” Jongin mumbled, for some reason he didn’t sound like his usual confident self. 
“Okay, meet outside in about 40minutes?” I agreed anyway, and then hung up the phone.
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“Were you waiting long?” I asked, locking the door to my apartment. He shook his head and took the earphones from his ears then grabbed my hand and began to drag me away. Once we were in the park we sat in our usual spot under a large willow tree near the lake. It must have been at least 100 years old, but it didn’t show any signs of dying soon. The trunk had been engraved with initials by the many couples that came and sat under the tree. It was peaceful; the long weeping leaves secluded us from anyone who may be walking by behind us. We couldn’t see them and they couldn’t see us. The leaves cleared at the front, leaving a perfect view of the lake. Jongin sighed, letting his body fall back into the grass. I followed shortly after, folding my arms behind my head and staring up at the branches.
"Kyungsoo,” Jongin began after a while, sitting up. He stared down at me, biting his bottom lip nervously. I propped myself up onto my elbows and cocked my head to one side out of confusion. The corners of his lips turned up slightly before he carried on. “You like me right?” I immediately blushed and looked away from his eyes. He chuckled.
"I’ll take that as a yes then?” He reached out and lightly tapped my shoulder “Kyungsoo look at me, I need to tell you something.” I paused, trying to calm down my blush. Obviously I was taking too long because he shuffled over to me and cupped my cheeks, turning my head towards him. I sat up, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
"You know, I really like you…a lot. I like everything about you, from the cute way you snore, to how unusually large your eyes are but how perfectly they suit your face. I love your caring personality and the way you put everyone and everything before yourself, although maybe you shouldn't do that all of the time. Oh and your cooking, I really love your cooking,” He paused, laughing to himself. I laughed along. He cleared his throat, and stared directly into my eyes. “I really like you Kyungsoo, so please… will you go out with me?” I started to blush again, this time a deep red. I nodded. His face instantly lit up, but  just as quickly became serious again. He hesitantly leant towards me. Just as I realised what he was doing his lips pressed against mine. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. It wasn’t desperate, needy or full of lust, it was just perfect. When he pulled away I felt myself pout. He chuckled and pressed his forehead against mine.
"I’m really happy.” He whispered as his eyes fluttered closed.
”Me too...” I whispered back.
 

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“Kyungsoo…” The voice was faint; unrecognizable. “Kyungsoo, wake up…please,” The voice repeated again, this time clearer. I raked my mind, trying to identify the voice.
“Kyungsoo!” I recognised the voice, Mom. I forced my eyes open, Bright white lights flooded my vision, making my eyes burn. I groaned, closing them again. I felt a soft hand grip mine firmly, another one cool against my forehead.
“Oh thank god! I thought you’d never wake up!” She sighed in relief. I opened my eyes again, this time giving them time to slowly adjust. My mom stood looking over me, a look of relief painted her face as she smiled at me warmly. I smiled back slightly. My throat was raw and my mouth dry. My body ached in pain.
“Water,” I managed to croak out. My mom nodded, quickly pouring me a glass then handing it to me. I bowed my head in thanks, then quickly gulped it down.
“Kyungsoo,” A voice filled my head. It trembled, almost as if the person was crying. “I love you.” I gasped. The glass I was holding slipped out of my fingers, shattering into shards as it hit the white tiled floor. Jongin… Where was he? What happened?
The image of a car flying towards us and bright white head lights flashed through my mind. The screeching of metal filled my head, making me clamp my hands over my ears hoping the pain would stop. The image of Jongin’s crimson stained skin and flashing blue and red lights quickly followed after. Then the sound of shouting and loud sirens.
“Jongin…” I whispered, my eyes franticly searching the room, hoping that that was just a cruel dream and he’d be sitting in the corner or at my bed side.
“Mom!” My voice trembled; tears began to form my eyes and threatening to spill. “Where is he? Where’s Jongin? Is he okay?” I started to struggle, pulling the wires away from me. My mom quickly reached for the buzzer, calling a doctor in.
“Kyungsoo! Calm down please!” She pressed her hands gently against my chest, hoping not to add to my pain and tried to push me back down the bed. I lightly pushed her away, tears now sliding down the curve of my cheeks. “Kyungsoo!” She repeated as I pushed past her. She franticly pressed the buzzer again. I made my way out of the room, ignoring the pain that was now shooting through my body and my mothers shouting, pleading me to come back. I winced, pausing and closing my eyes for a second waiting for the pain to subside. When it calmed again I made my way down the hall, carefully pushing past the nurses that tried to stop me.
“Jongin…I have to find Jongin!” I whispered to myself, checking each door for a name. Eventually I found it, Kim Jongin in bold letters, just a few doors way from my own. I gripped the handle, ready to enter but instead I paused and looked through the small glass space in the door. He wasn’t his usual tanned self, he was a pale washed out white, bandages wrapped around his head and numerous wires connecting him to machines. I closed my eyes again, telling myself it was all a dream. Why did something like this have to happen to us? I felt to door open and arms embrace me. The persons body shook as they wept into my shoulder.
“Kyungsoo…” The voice whimpered, I recognised it instantly, Jongin’s mom. I slowly lifted my arms and secured them loosely around her waist.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, letting more tears fall. “I should have protected him…” My voice trailed off as my throat closed up, making it hard to breath. I felt her head shake.
“No, it isn’t your fault,” Her voice was barely audible, muffled by her sobs. Something in me wanted to believe those words, but I couldn’t. A part of me blamed myself. As I comforted Jongin’s mom, I couldn’t help but think I could have protected him. Instead of just staring at the car coming towards us I could of warned him. But I didn’t.
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Four days later I stared at Jongin’s still sleeping figure.
“Jongin-ah, you need to wake up soon, okay?” I whispered, tears threatening to gather again.
“You can stop joking around now,” I laughed lousily at myself. “It’s not funny anymore.” I managed to choke out before my throat became tight again, making it hard for me to speak and more tears fell down my cheeks. I gently gripped hold of his hand, my thumb softly along his knuckles. A soft knock on the door and then the sound of a small click, signalling the door had been opened distracted me from my thoughts and I quickly wiped my eyes.
“Yes?” My voice still wavered despite my attempts to stop it.
“Kyungsoo, please get some sleep.” It was my mom. I turned my head slightly and glanced over my shoulder. She looked so worn, I guess I looked the same.
“I can’t, what if he wakes up and I aren’t here?” I turned my head back; eyes focusing on Jongin again. She was tired, maybe even sick of me now.
“Kyungsoo, please?” It’s been four days, you’ve barely slept.” She pleaded.
“I can’t.” I muttered, barely paying attention. She sighed before turning and leaving the room again.
“Jongin-ah, do you want me to sing for you?” I smiled slightly, trying my best to make my voice sound cheerful. I slowly began singing, and old children’s song my mum used to sing to me.
“Wake up Jongin, please wake up.” I softly whispered again before letting my head drop to the sheets of the bed and letting sleep take over me.

Jongin’s POV
My eyes slowly fluttered open, my head felt groggy. I groaned, trying to reach my hand to my head but a weight stopped me. I slowly dragged my eyes down to see a sleeping figure gripping onto my hand.
“What’s this?” I scoffed. “Yah, you, wake up.” I shook the boy with my free hand. He mumbled something incoherent but didn’t wake. I grumbled, shaking him a little harder this time. I watched as his eyes opened almost instantly this time as if he realised something. I threw him a confused look, studying him. Who was this? I let my eyes rake up and down him as he babbled nonsense, a stupid grin plastered on his face. His eyes were unusually large for his face; they were red and puffy as if he’d spent the past few hours crying . His skin was pale, almost perfect apart from a few scratches and scabs. He didn’t look familiar at all.
“Who are you?” I interrupted him, but he didn’t seem to hear. I rolled my eyes, already tired of hearing him ramble on.
“Who are you?” I repeated his time louder, again he seemed to ignore my words. Tears began to gather in his eyes.
“You’re awake!” He grinned at me, clutching my hand tighter. I shook off his grip, earning myself a pair of confused and hurt pair of eyes staring into mine. I stared back at him, confused.
“I asked you a question,” I announced, before he could say another word. “Who are you?” His eyes seemed to get wider, if that was possible. Then he began to laugh quietly. I stared at him blankly.
“Jongin, stop joking around,” He began, “You know who I am…” His voice trailed off as he noticed my blank star.
“I’m Kyungsoo! You’re Kyungsoo!” He raised his voice a little out of desperation. I raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know anyone called Kyungsoo.” I protested. He quickly stood up and ran out the room, bringing back a few nurses and a doctor with him.
“What’s going on?” I asked, watching them as they gathered around my bed.
“There’s something wrong with him!” The pale stranger from before whimpered, tears rapidly flowing down his cheeks, “He can’t remember me…” His voice trailed off, hurt was visible in his face as if he’d just registered what was happening. “He can’t remember me…” He whispered to himself this time, his voice broke occasionally.
“Sir, please return to your room and rest while we run some tests. We promise to tell you once we figure out what’s going on.” A nurse said, ushering him out of the room and down the hall.


Kyungsoo’s POV
‘This can’t be happening. This kind of thing only happens in the movies, right? I must be dreaming. That’s right…I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be a dream. Jongin would never forget me…would he?’ Was all that ran through my head. I’d tried millions of times to wake myself up but nothing worked.  My thoughts were interrupted as my door swung open.
“Kyungsoo!” Suho and Chanyeol cheerfully bounded into my room, I glanced up at them, noticing my discomfort they quickly made their way over to my bed side before quizzing me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you okay?”
“Did something happen?”
“Do you want us to go get the doctor?”
 “Jongin forgot…” I whispered, tears filling my eyes for the hundredth time in the past four days. Suho and Chanyeol stared at me, confusion written on their faces, it soon turned into realisation.
“What do you mean?” Suho spoke after a while of sitting in silence, hoping that his thoughts weren’t true.
 “Jongin forgot me.” My head slumped as I let my tears fall.
 “Kyungsoo,” I heard Chanyeol mutter before he shifted and secured an arm around my shoulder. “Don’t worry, he’ll remember. He’ll defiantly remember.” He spoke in a reassuring tone, squeezing my shoulder.
 “He will.” Suho nodded in agreement. I smiled a small, sad smile. A nurse entered the room with my mother and Jongin’s mother.
 “Kyungsoo, about Mr Kim Jongin…” The nurse began; pausing to make sure she had my full attention. “Due to the impact of the hit, I’m sorry to say but he has amnesia. He’s forgotten chunks of his past. It seems that along with those memories, he’s also forgotten you. There is also a possibility that he may never get those memories back. If he does, it will take a while.” She paused again, with a look of sympathy. I felt Chanyeol’s arm squeeze my shoulder again. “I’m sorry.” She bowed before leaving. My eyes trailed over to Jongin’s mom, her eyes were red and puffy, she made her way other to the side of my bed.
 “Kyungsoo, please help him remember. I want him to be happy again…I want you both to be happy again,” She squeezed my hand. “I know this may sound selfish in away, but I feel like I’m not the one who can make him remember. It has to be you. Just talk to him about you’re memories together, show him things. Just please…help him remember again.” More tears fell from her eyes. I squeezed her hand back before replying.
“I promise.” I reassured.

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