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                “Yunho has selective amnesia,” the doctor said, repositioning his glasses.

               "What's that?" Changmin asked. 

              "When the patient loses certain parts of their memory. In Yunho's case, his past memories are gone."

              “Will he get his past memories back?” Changmin asked, gaping at the doctor.

              “There’s no definite answer,” the doctor replied, flipping through the pages of his clipboard. “Some of his memories might take days, months, or even years to recover.”

             Not a word escaped my lips. I remained still, not moving a single inch. I stared at the corner of the room as the painting on the wall beheld my attention. 

             Am I now considered to be a mental patient? Misfortune seemed to come in my way, no matter what. Amnesia. A comatose girlfriend. A broken arm. A damaged car. Possible charges against me. What was left for me?

             Minutes later, Changminn and the doctor ended their talk.  My eyes followed the doctor as he approached the exit. I diverted my attention to Changmin, obtaining the view of his worried gaze.

           Due to my wavering attention-span, I didn't bother to pay attention to the the doctor's words. To me, their words sounded like a string of gibberish that was hard to understand. Big, medical terms were not in my liking.

            “Don’t worry Hyung…we’ll get you therapy and medication. The memories…they’ll come back…” Changmin stuttered, forming a toothy grin.

            “Hope so,” I sighed. “I just want this day to end. All of this is too much for me to handle…” I said.

            I gazed at the ceiling, inspecting the detail of the tiles.  

            The knock on the door caused me to rise from the pillow.

           “Who is it?” Changmin asked.

           “Your hyung,” a muffled noise traveled through the doors.

          As the door flung open, a tall figure comes into view. He lowered his head over the arch, avoiding to get hit.

         “In Sung Hyung,” Changmin said. “You’re here!”

         “Sorry I couldn’t get here earlier. As soon as Changmin called, I ran out of the office…but then then there was so much traffic…”

        “It’s okay Hyung, as long as you’re here.”

         In Sung’s eyebrows furrowed as he neared towards me. His imposing structure casted a shadow on my blankets. He was so tall, that I had to lean my head backwards to get a better view of him.

        “Yunho, I’m glad your okay,” he said, sighing of relief.

         His warmth radiated over me as he takes me in his embrace. The distinctive scent of cigars and cologne travelled within my nose. Hyung’s smell remained unchanged.

       “Are you trying to kill…me…” I groaned. “I’m still crippled you know.”

       “You rascal,” he said. The strength of his hug weakened as he pulled away from me. His hands landed on my head as he ruffled locks of my hair.

       “Aish…hyung, am I a dog?” I asked, combing my hair back into place.

        He parted his lips as his eyes shifted back and forth. The sad look on his face didn’t cease.

        “How do you feel right now?” he asked, perching on a stool.

        “Okay I guess. The oxygen mask is kind of bugging me though.”

       “You’ll get used to it,” the corner of Hyung’s eyes curved, taking the form of a crescent moon.

        In a heartbeat, anybody could tell In-Sung and I were siblings due to our similar smiles, despite having different features.  

        Changmin looked completely different from us, making it obvious that we weren’t related to him by blood. His tan skin contrasted from my light-yellowish shade, along with the size of his eyes. The memories of him joining our family remained unclear. Although I’ve heard some talks regarding my deceased stepmother (Changmin's mom). But despite the circumstances, I’ve never viewed him differently. 

          Out of all the brothers, In-Sung was the most perfect. He wasn’t just perfect, he was flawless. Graduating from Seoul University with top grades, his outstanding appearance and charisma; he was every girl’s dream. I recall that time from a month ago when a flock of women tried to talk to him at a social gathering. Unfortunately, their plans fell through due to In-Sung’s disinte