Was he looking into the future? But--- no, it can't be. Sulli doesn't know what f(x) is; well, technically she did, but she thought he was talking about a math expression. So, what the hell was going on? All he knew that he wasn't him. That's why she misunderstood that his 'scandal' meant that the other him was cheating on him. It was too complicated to even think about.

 

"There's nothing wrong with your brain. You might experience dizziness and headaches, but it's just because of some superficial injury to your brain. Rest for a few minutes when you experience this. Anyway, you're lucky to have survived that crash. It was crazy. Everyone thought you'd be dead." the doctor interlocked her fingers in a business-like manner as she looked at Kyuhyun.

 

"Is it possible that... I have lost some memory? Or that my memory has been altered or something?" Kyuhyun asked.

 

The doctor pondered over this and shrugged. "Doctors have no answer for this. But it isn't impossible, so I suggest you relearn things if you think you have lost memory of that. But at least you know your name and who you are, so I think there is not much of a problem."

 

"Okay. Thank you, doctor." Kyuhyun stood up and bowed. She bowed slightly in return and walked him to the door of her office. 

 

"Oh, doctor?" Kyuhyun asked abruptly as he reaches the door. "Do you know... Super junior?"

 

The doctor raised her eyebrow quizzically at Kyuhyun, and echoed, "Super... Junior?"

 

Kyuhyun nodded, with his fingers crossed behind his back.

 

"Eh, I've only heard of Superman, but no Super junior. You know, the muscular American with the cape and the outrageously red underwear."

 

Kyuhyun couldn't stop a smile from forming. "Bye," he said to the doctor.

 

She gave him a nod as Sulli got up from her seat outside. "Take care." the doctor said.

 

Kyuhyun walked away, and didn't notice Sulli walking silently beside him. When she spoke, he almost jumped out of his skin, having forgotten about her.

 

"What did the doctor say?"

 

"Huh? Oh..um---" he sighed, trying to calm himself from the fright. "She said I was fine, apart from some mild discomfort I would experience."

 

Sulli took hold of his wrist abruptly, turning him to face her directly, which freaked Kyuhyun out again. But her hold was firm, and he couldn't bring himself to break her hand away from his wrist. The look in her eyes---

 

"Kyuhyun," Sulli started to tear up, making his heart twist madly. "I d-don't know what---why--- you have another woman. But I can take it, though it would hurt a lot. Just remember me and Myungdae, arraseo? Please remember your family. That's all I ask from you. Please. Think of Myungdae, will you? Promise me. All those words you've said--- I know you're tired of this life, but just hold on until Myungdae grows up, please?"

 

Helplessly, Kyuhyun watched her tears make their way down her rosy cheeks, and slide to her chin in big droplets. Her sobs--- it was to heart-wenching to hear them. He carefully raised a hesitant finger to touch those tears, and stop their endless flow, but he felt that there was a line he could not cross. Whoever Sulli's husband is, he was not him. They shared the same identity, and perhaps the same appearance. But that Kyuhyun was not him. And Myungdae--- he assumed Myungdae is their son--- is not his. He can't reassure her that. If he did, and everything went back to normal, Sulli's husband would not know about that promise. Even he was unrelated to Sulli, there was no way he was going to let Sulli cry over a jerk that looked like him if he didn't keep the promise Kyuhyun makes.

 

But he had to do something now. He let his fingers graze softly over her moist silky skin and over her stream of tears. "Don't cry," he whispered as he slowly pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in his safe arms. She let him do that, but she was still crying. 

 

"I promise I'll try." he said softly, breathing over her brown hair as he rested his chin on her head. He raised his left hand to her hair slowly, and repeated even more tenderly, "I promise I'll try."

 

Then he let her soak his hospital gown with her heart-aching tears. Then he slept later that night, her cries echoed hauntingly in his mind. He stayed awake, watching her sleep on the chair beside him. He got up and carried her to the bed, carefully tucking her under the blanket. He sat on the chair and slipped into an uneasy sleep.