Ren’s P.O.V

I am Choi Minki.

I don’t understand! This is frustrating! Why can’t I remember anyone or anything? This like hell.

I get up from the bed I am sitting on then I go where my feet takes me. Then I came face to face with a mahogany door. Maybe this is it. I knocked on the door but no one opened it and only some rustlings can be heard. I knocked again but no one opened the door again. I grab onto the doorknob and slowly turned it and opened the door.

There, in the room I saw the person named Minhyun with a girl, both equally half . The girl is sitting on Minhyun’s lap and Minhyun’s face is buried deep in her chest. They stop their activities when they saw me. I met Minhyun’s eyes then I immediately closed the door and I ran somewhere I don’t know. Why does it hurt? Why does my heart hurt when I saw him with another person? I don’t know him, so why does it hurt so much?

I found myself in an empty park, the same park where the blonde and brunette kids were playing in the Pull. I sat on the bench and hug my knees.

“Why are you crying?” I heard the blonde kid ask. He’s sitting beside me and he imitates my position.

“Why does it hurt?”

“Where does it hurt anyways?”

I pointed at my heart then he kneels to my side then swipes my hair off my eyes. Then another face is revealed to me, his face. Minhyun’s face is so close to mine I can taste his minty breath. I backed away as fast as I could. Is he even real or only a hallucination? He then wipes my cheeks with his hand. I freeze there on the spot, why am I even crying? Why does it hurt so much?

“Stop crying now.” He whispers softly, his eyes staring back to mine.

“Who are you?” I ask him hesitantly.

His hand dropped on his lap, eyes staring on the floor.

“Ren, come back…please?” He asks as he turns to me but now it’s the blonde kid again.

Then the kid disappeared, leaving me alone in the empty park. My eyes drifted to a hand holding a handkerchief. I glanced up and saw man. He is muscular and buff but it doesn’t really show; his eyes are narrow and framed by beautiful, dark lashes; strong, square jaws; full, pink, curvy lips; straight nose; tan skin and cropped hair. He wears a forest green shirt, khaki shorts and slippers. He brings this really huge, black duffel bag.

“I think you need a handkerchief….?” He said nervously, his voice is warm and not too deep but definitely manly.

I hesitantly grabbed the handkerchief and wiped my tears away. The stranger sat beside me then he dropped the duffel bag on the floor. Why is he even bringing that huge bag? Is he a runaway or something?

I heard him chuckle then I turned to him.

“I came back from the military.” He stated then I nodded.

At some point, I feel calm beside him not like when I’m back in that huge mansion, it feels suffocating. It’s weird since I push everyone away but not this guy.

“Oh, it must’ve been hard.”

“No, not really; I’m used to it.”

“Oh.” I said awkwardly then he grinned from ear to ear.

“You don’t seem to believe me.”

“I do believe you. It’s just that………I don’t know your name.”

“Ah, right I’m being impolite again. I’m Jung Yunho.”

“Ah, I see. I’m Ren, or that’s what they call me…… so yeah, I’m Ren.” I said awkwardly then he smiled again.

“So why were you crying? Did you and your boyfriend fight?” He asks but I shook my head.

“I’m a guy.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t have a relation with another guy.”

“But I’m a guy.”

“I’m a guy and I have two boys – oh wait; three, the other one is a son in law – and a husband.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “Y-you’re gay?”

“Is there something wrong with that?” He asks with a cold tone.

“No, not really.” I admitted. “So, you and your husband adopted your kids?”

“Oh, no. Jaejoong is a special case. He can bear children.”

“I see.”

“Now, back to the topic, why were you crying?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How is that possible?”

“I just don’t know! I don’t remember anything! I hate it because I may be hurting the people I loved. It a lot; I don’t know who to trust anymore.” I blurted out while shedding a few tears again.

“Amnesia?”

“Maybe, I really don’t know. It’s so jumbled right now. And talking to a stranger about this is weirder.”

“Maybe I’m not a stranger.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You’re still the little kid I know. You haven’t changed a bit, Ren.” He said then he paused a bit. “Remember quickly, Minhyun will be waiting, trust me. Don’t keep him waiting; he’s almost out of it, arasso?” He added then he stands up and left but he leaves his bag behind.

I glance back to see where he went but he’s fast, he’s already gone.

Hyunnie will be glad.

Remember quickly, Minhyun will be waiting, trust me.

Don’t keep him waiting

You’re not my Appa!

Wake up, you little midget.

Hyunnie will wait until Renren is ready, araso?

Words slurred in my mind wildly and it hits my brain like a hammer. I massage my temples to ease the pain but it did not work. The pain drills into my skull, making its way painfully and slowly to my brain. I see people shouting. I see him kissing me in the kitchen. I see Taemin-ssi cry as I hug him. I see Donghae-ssi cry a river. I see him leave me.

Lastly, I see the blonde kid smiling brightly to me.

“Help!!!” I scream but he just continued to stand there. Then the brunette kid came and hold the blond kid’s hand and kissed his forehead.

“You won’t be seeing me again, Ren. I have done my part. I have shown you our memories. Come back.” The kid – no, I – smiled at me and then he disappears with the other one.

Everything went black.

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Minho’s POV

Ren was carried home by Yunho-ssi, he’s one of our partners in business and in our MAFIA. His wife, Kim Jaejoong is Heechul umma’s younger sibling. Yunho-ssi said that Ren was screaming for help before he lay on the bench quietly.

I rushed to the clinic when I heard Ren is there. Appa did a full general check up on him. There are no physical damages. I just hope that if this is a mental thing, I hope it will help to regain his memories. Now I sit on a chair in the clinic because I’m the one in charge to take care of my brother for this hour. I just want him to come back. Ren suddenly cries and wails while sleeping.

“Please don’t touch me. I beg you, please.” He whispers desperately. I cry there in silence. I can’t believe he’s the one who beated me when Taemin was pregnant. He seems so vulnerable now.

Ren suddenly cries for help, he screams his lungs out while asleep and before I can get to him, Minhyun came in, rushing like a mad bull and holds his hands.

“Hyun, don’t leave me.” Ren whispers then Minhyun nodded.

“I won’t, I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m here.” Minhyun whispers softly while tears run down from his eyes. He kisses Ren’s hand in the process and I look down.

I was mad at him because he left my dongsaeng. But then again, who am I to judge when I did the same with Taemin? I placed a hand on his shoulder then left the two alone. I know they both love each other. I know, but they hold too much pride.

“Appa!!!” I heard Yoogeun call me, I turn to his voice’s direction and found him in Taemin’s arms. My two precious angels.

 Taemin let him down then Yoogeun runs to me and I pick him up in time.  

“Appa, my homeroom teacher asked us to bring a wedding picture of our parents. Appa, what’s a wedding picture?” Yoogeun asks while playing with his hands.

“It is a picture taken in a wedding.” I explain slowly.

“What’s a wedding?”

I looked at Taemin with worry then he nodded.

“It is when two people really love each other and recite their vows in front of the altar and in front of the important people in their lives.”

“Then Umma and Appa already wed?”

“Ah..that.. you