Junhyung’s POV

“Eaten?” I asked her as I stepped into the bookstore.

“Oh~ You’re here. Hi~” She smiled.

“Have you eaten?” I asked again.

“Erm… Yes.” She said.

“Lying~” I said in a sing song voice.

“No!” She protested.

“Then I can have this on my own?” I .

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Nothing much. Just strawberry shortcake and tiramisu.” I said

“I’LL GET THE FORKS!” She yelled, running into the pantry area.

“I thought someone said she has eaten.” I mumbled to myself.

“What did you say?” I felt a sharp poke my on shoulder.

“Oww~ You violent thing.” I said.

“I’m not a thing!” She pouted.

“Then what are you?” I asked, taking the forks from her.

“I don’t know.” She said.

“You’re a thing.” I said.

“Whatever, whatever!” She said, poking the fork into the cake.

“Eh eh! It’s mine.” I said, pulling the cake away from her.

“EH!” Her eyes widened.

“You said you eaten.” I said.

“Mmm nice!” I said in a exaggerated tone as I tasted the cake.

She slammed the fork on the table and pouted angrily.

“Hehehe aigoo~ Someone is angry?” I teased.

“Alright alright. It’s for us to share.” I said, putting the fork in her hand.

She dropped the fork and continued pouting.

“Ahhhh~” I said, putting the cake at .

“HMPH!” She crossed her arms, looking away.

I made the cream touch her lips. She stuck out her tongue slightly, tasting it.

“Nice right? Now, open wide.” I said.

She opened and ate the cake.

Since that day, I would come to the bookstore every night after practice. I would bring food and she would tell me stories about us, showing me photos as well. She seemed so happy telling them. So far, I know about how we became friends, the concert I invited her to but she did not turn up, the Duckies as well as how we started out. I guess we were indeed blissful.

“Oh, I got you this too. Iced Green Tea Latte, is it okay?” I asked, poking the straw in.

“Haneul?” I called out.

She was staring at the drink blankly.

“Why? Are you okay?” I asked.

“You.. remember?” She asked.

“Remember what?” I asked.

“The drink.” She pointed.

“You don’t like it? I’m sorry. Would you like mine instead? Or should I go buy you another one?” I asked.

“No no. I love this. It’s my favourite.” She said.

“Really?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I… I just had a feeling you may like this.” I said.

She smiled took the drink from me.

“What else did we do here in this bookstore?” I asked.

“Hmm.. Nothing much. Oh oh! During Christmas last year, we decorated the Christmas tree and we got into a little messy fight.” She giggled.

“What fight?” I asked.

“You had stardust all over yourself.” She said.

“I was that clumsy?” I asked surprised.

“Ya.” She nodded.

“You’re lying, right! You must have poured the stardust on me.” I said.

Her laughter gave her away.

“I knew it. You playful thing.” I said.

“Stop calling me a thing!” She pouted.

“Okay, little thing, so what else did we do here?” I asked.

“We sang ‘Thanks To’ here!” She said.

“Thanks To? My duet with Yoseobie?” I asked.

“Yea. We sang it here too. It was so fun.” She said.

She continued telling me about our love; the things we did together, the places we went.

“We went to the ski resort together?” I asked.

“Yea! You taught me how to ski. That period of time was pretty tough on you. You were crying so much.” She said, pouting slightly.

“Why was I crying?” I asked.

“Because you were contemplating whether to tell me about your problem or not. Come to think of it, you were damn dramatic.” She laughed.

“Yah! Don’t laugh.” I poke her arm.

She told me about our few days in the ski resort, the things we did there together. I never knew I could be such a person. She was smiling so much talking about it.

“You ran into the operating room!?” I yelled in shock when she told me about the hospital scene.

“What else could I do!? Gosh~ That was so embarrassing. For that split moment, I thought I was insane.” She said.

She continued talking while I listened.

 “Do your parents like me?” I asked.

“My parents? They don’t like you.” She said.

“They… don’t?” I asked, feeling a little disappointed.

“They love you.” She laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“They love you!” She said with a huge smile on her face.

“I’m glad.” I mumbled.

She looked at me and just smiled.

“Look over these yourself, I’ll have to go pack the books behind.” She said, handing me her iPad.

She was always like this. She would talk about something halfway and then she would run off to do something else. She obviously wasn’t busy, but she just didn’t want to continue talking anymore.

I took her iPad and pressed onto the home screen button. It was locked by a password. I looked around to look for her, but she wasn’t anywhere in sight. I sighed and punched in the numbers that came to my head; 1219.

“Omo~” I looked at the screen unlock.

How did I get it right?

I looked through the photos of us in her iPad. We looked so happy together. My finger felt a deep scratch on the back of the iPad. I turned it over and stared the badly scratched back.

/FLASHBACK

“Have we argued before? As in, major argument?” I asked.

“Of course.” She said.

She told me about the time we argued because I secretly went to look for my mother and I kept lying to her. When she confronted me, I got angry and swept everything onto the floor, breaking her stuff in the process. Her iPad was one of the items that got destroyed because of me.

/END OF FLASHBACK

“How come I cannot remember anything?” I mumbled as I touch the scratches.

She spent hours every day telling me about us. She was so happy when she spoke and showed me photos. Indeed, according to her, the boys and the photos, we were like the most blissful couple ever. I listen attentively every time, but to be honest, there was nothing in my head.

I cannot bear to tell her that I really don’t remember anything. I see flashes, but that’s everything. I don’t see faces anymore. My images all consists of only white figures and blurred images, and the images were getting lesser and lesser.

Each day when she talked to me, I felt as thou I was just listening to a story of a really sweet and happy couple. I didn’t feel anything at all. But how can I tell her that? I didn’t want to see her cry again, although I know she could somehow tell. She is a sensitive person, she seem to know everything Sometimes I would catch her stoning in front of a pile of books, and then when she realized my existence, she would smile as thou nothing happened.

A loud crash snapped me out from my thoughts.

“What happened!?” I shouted as I ran to the back.

I saw her on the floor, with books all over her. She rubbed her forehead and pouted at me.

“The books fell onto me.” She said.

“You clumsy thing.” I said, helping her up.

“No! The book fell onto me.” She said.

“It’s the book’s fault.” I said, rubbing the bump on her forehead.

“Ya.” She pouted.

“I’ll help you with this.” I said as I put the books up.

She handed me the books and we were done in no time.

“Thanks.” She said.

“No problem.” I smiled.

“You… managed to unlock it?” She asked, staring at the iPad.

“I did.” I said.

She looked at me.

“I… Just… Some numbers popped up in my head… And I…” Before I could finish, she crash herself onto me.

“You remembered? Thank you!” She said, smiling widely.

“I didn’t exactly…” I mumbled, but stopped myself from continuing.

I hated myself for not being able to remember her. I thought things were getting better after that day, but no, I was wrong. It kind of just stopped there. I hated myself for seemingly giving her false hope. She is so hopeful, yet I am so hopeless.