Yoseob had spent his whole life remembering things. No matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn't. He remembered clearly how, at the age of five his father had left his mother. He remembered the arguments, the screaming and yelling, the punches and then the moment when it was all over; his father walking out the door with his things and his mother falling to the ground, crying.

He remembered how, a year later his mother had killed herself. He remembered the blood, bright red as it sprayed across the bathroom floor as he watched her slice her wrists. He remembered the frantic call to the 'ambulance people', whose number his mom had made him memorize when he was four. He remembered them pulling him out of the house before they went in to try to help her.

He remembered every foster home he had been in, and every prospective parent that had showed up to meet him, only to turn him away.

He remembered the bullies. How they would shove his head in the toilet before flushing it, or how they would throw him in the dumpster out behind the school. He remembered getting shoved into lockers and being beaten up on the playground.

Yoseob remembered every party he wasn't invited to, every friend he didn't have, and all the love he never got. Yoseob remembered everything that wasn't worth remembering, but when Junhyung came along he thought he had found something worth remembering.

Junhyung was a regular customer at the coffee shop he worked at. He was a business man at the office nearby, and came in every weekday for lunch. Yoseob had his order memorized.

The transaction usually happened with little interaction. Junhyung sat and read the paper while he waited for his food, and Yoseob hurried around, helping other tables. On a rainy Wednesday afternoon, that changed.

"Don't you just love the rain?" Junhyung had asked Yoseob, who was bewildered that the handsome man was actually speaking to him.

"I suppose so," Yoseob answered him, placing his coffee on the table in front of him.

"It is just so peaceful, don't you think? The way it comes and washes away everything," Junhyung went on, while Yoseob just listened and nodded, not really sure what to say.

Yoseob had stepped away from the table to do his other work, but quickly found that there was not much to do as the coffee shop was almost entirely empty.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful smile?" Junhyung asked as Yoseob set his food down in front of him.

"No sir, not really," Yoseob answered honestly.

"Well, you do. It is rather cheery, and every time I see it, it makes my day," Junhyung answered, looking up at Yoseob with a grin of his own.

"Thank you, sir," Yoseob answered, leaving the man to eat.

When Junhyung left, he made sure to say goodbye to Yoseob. When Yoseob picked up the tip that was on the table he found a rather large sum of money for one meal...as well as a phone number with the name 'Junhyung' written on it.

Junhyung had wiped away the bad memories, replacing them with a multitude of new, happy ones. They went to restaurants, saw movies together and stole kisses in the dark theatres. On nice days they would take long walks, roaming through the parks and streets of Seoul.

Junhyung had loved him. Somebody finally cared about him and loved him. Or so he thought.

Junhyung turned out to be nothing but another bad thing to remember. He ended up cheating on Yoseob, leaving him for a pretty blonde girl whose name he never bothered learning. It was probably better that way anyway. Junhyung needed someone who could be a good wife and have his kids. Yoseob couldn't do that, he was a guy. Everything about their relationship had been wrong.

So Yoseob went back to remembering. He remembered it all, though he tried to forget. He kept himself busy with work, picking up extra shifts to take his mind off of things. When he wasn't working he busied himself with cleaning or reading. He didn't have friends to go out with, but he would sometimes go to a bar where he would drink to forget (and end up having pretty girls hit on him). But no matter how hard Yoseob tried to forget, he couldn't.

One day, as he was walking through a park near where he lived, he ran into a man who was walking the other direction.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," Yoseob quickly apologized. The man chuckled good heartedly.

"It is fine. I suppose I should have been watching where I was going as well, but that proves to be a bit difficult. These paths never change, so I know where I am going, but I can never see the new things coming at me," the man joked, and Yoseob was confused for a bit before he noticed the long cane the man held in his right hand and the dark sunglasses he wore, despite the cloudy day.

"Oh, you're blind," Yoseob stated dumbly. He mentally smacked himself for being so rude.

"Yes," the man said and let out a slight laugh. "My name is Doojoon, what is yours?"

"Yoseob. If you are blind, how are you walking in the park without getting lost?" Yoseob couldn't help but ask. His childish curiosity always got the best of him.

"Well, you see, before I was blind I walked these paths almost every day. I still remember them rather well, so I can follow them around. It becomes a challenge, sometimes, but whenever I get lost I just ask a stranger to describe where I am at and I find my way again," Doojoon explained. Yoseob thought that was amazing, that somebody who had lost their site could still manage to function like that.

"How long have you been blind?" Yoseob asked. He wondered why so many stupid questions kept coming out of his mouth, but he couldn't help it; he found the man named Doojoon intriguing.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess about a year now. I really don't bother remembering how long it has been, I have better things to try and remember," Doojoon explained.

Yoseob couldn't understand this. Of all the things to forget, why would he forget how long he had been blind?

The next time that Yoseob saw Doojoon, they met up in a restaurant. After they had walked about the park, Doojoon leading them, they had exchanged phone numbers (Yoseob's number voice inputted into Doojoon's phone) and promised that they would meet up again.

"You can stop gawking, you know. I am really just another person," Doojoon said as he sat across from Yoseob. He may not have been able to see Yoseob staring at him, but he could sure feel it.

"How can you tell?" Yoseob asked.

"I don't know, you learn to I guess. I notice a lot of things people don't. Like, the bartender is a smoker, you can tell by how he talks. The lady sitting two booths behind us is trying to get the man she is with to ask her out. She has too much perfume on and I smell it every time she flips her hair. I guess that when you lose your sight, you really do develop your other senses," Doojoon explained.

"So, since you asked all of the questions last time, it is my turn," Doojoon taunted with a grin before starting. "Where do you work?"

"At a coffee shop."

"Graduate from college?"

"No."

"Family? Friends? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?" Doojoon's questions continued.

"My parents are dead, I don't have any friends, and I certainly do not have a girlfriend or boyfriend," Yoseob answered honestly.

"I'm sorry about your parents. But certainly, you have one friend," Doojoon stated, unable to believe that a man could exist solely on his own.

"I don't, and I never have. I dated one guy once, but he left me for a pretty girl," Yoseob explained, his voice cold and even.

"Sounds like a . That happened to me once, but it is long forgotten," Doojoon said and then there was silence.

Eventually, conversation started again, but it was no longer personal. Doojoon could easily tell that Yoseob wasn't opening up any more than he already had just by his tone of voice.

After two more dates they got together official. Yoseob didn't remember who asked who, but he figured that it didn't matter as it had been more of a mutual thing.

"Have I ever told you I like the sound of your voice?" Doojoon said as they sat together on Doojoon's couch one night, the TV playing a movie in front of them. After Yoseob questioned him about how he was going to watch a movie, Doojoon had had to explain that he just liked listening to the story.

"No, I don't think you have," Yoseob answered, though a small grin spread across Yoseob's face at the compliment.

"Well, I do. You'll have to forgive me, I am terrible at remembering things sometimes," Doojoon apologized and Yoseob couldn't help but laugh.

"Why do you try so hard to remember? It is all I can do to try and forget," Yoseob said with a chuckle, though Doojoon didn't laugh.

"I don't have a choice, Yoseob. I have to remember everything. I have to remember where my toothbrush sits on my sink, or else I knock it into the toilet. I have to remember how many steps it is from my bedroom to my kitchen or else I will run into a wall. I have to remember to function, but I also have to remember how to live," Doojoon explained, pausing half way through. "I have to remember what the color blue looks like, or else I forget about the sky. I have to remember what the colors of a sunset are because I won't ever see one again. I have to remember your voice, because I won't ever remember what you look like."

Yoseob sat silent for a minute, taking in everything that Doojoon had said.

"Doojoon, I'm sorry. I guess I have never thought about memory like that before. I've just spent my whole life trying to forget all the bad things that happened to me, that I never realized that I remember all those little things too," Yoseob said, still unsure about his conclusion.

"It's not about remembering the bad things, Seobie, it's about remembering the good. I don't remember what that guy that dumped me looked like, but I remember what my mom looks like. I try, so hard, every day to hold onto those things because I know that one day, far from now, I may lose them. When they are gone, I don't have anything left," Doojoon said, his voice cracking towards the end as he leaned his head against Yoseob's shoulder.

"That's not true," Yoseob said. "You will have me. Don't ever worrying about trying to remember me, because I will be here to remind you for years and years to come."

It was silent for a bit, both of them thinking everything over and paying attention to the movie playing on the screen.

"I wish I knew what you looked like," Doojoon expressed, sharing his biggest desire with Yoseob.

"I don't want you to see me."

"Why?"

"Because, this way you can see me anyway you want. Even a thousand different ways if you wish."

After Yoseob finished speaking he kissed Doojoon softly on the lips, letting him know that for once, it was something good that he was going to remember forever.