No matter what happens... some memories cannot be replaced. 

How long had he been there? Days? Weeks? Months? Jongin didn't know. But one thing was for sure. He was sick of seeing nothing but white, and he was sick of all the medicines that they forced down his throat. He missed his home. He missed wearing colored clothes, but most of all, he missed his husband. 

Kyungsoo was the greatest thing that happened to Jongin, and he'd be damned if he would let his poor husband be uncared for.

A knock on the door caught Jongin's attention, and he scrambled to his feet just in time before it opened. His eyes widened upon the sight of his guest before a relieved laugh tore it's way out of his throat. 

"Baek! Yeol!" he joyously exclaimed, marching over to the uncomfortable duo. Jongin would have normally hugged them, his best friends, but his arms were tied in front of him with a strait jacket. "Are you here to take me out? Thank God! My husband must be waiting for me."

Thick silence descended upon the room, and Jongin was more than confused when Baekhyun and Chanyeol shot the doctor with them a look. A minute passed, and Jongin was getting impatient because he really wanted to see Kyungsoo soon. What was the deal with Baekhyun and Chanyeol anyway? They would have normally raised hell at the mere thought that Jongin was sent into an asylum. 

Baekhyun cleared his throat. "Jongin... you don't have a husband," he said softly, concern etched on his face. Jongin grinned in response and explained, looking sheepish. "That's because we married in secret, Baek. You know how much Kyungsoo hates publicity. Remember that time when I was gone for six months? We were away on our honeymoon."

Baekhyun and Chanyeol shared another look. 

"He doesn't exist, Jongin... There is no Do Kyungsoo."