"Soyeon."

"What?"

"Nothing."

The two sat in silence for a minute, until Minho finally gathered the courage to ask his question. "Why won't you tell me about your past?"

Soyeon looked down, swallowing. She cleared . "Uh..." she began, "There is a reason..."

Minho turned toward her, moving close. He put his hand on her leg and lifted her chin. His eyes widened and he blinked. "Tell me." he said, his face serious.

Soyeon fluttered her eyes, and then bit her lip. "Well...the thing is...I don't remember it."

Minho let go of her, his face relaxing. "Try." he said.

Soyeon glared at him, and he closed his eyes, sighing. "I'm sorry." he said. "Please try to understand. There's a reason I keep asking you this."

Soyeon nodded. "I know." she said. Soyeon had gotten used to the strange, peculiar questions about her past, still not knowing anything about it. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that since meeting Minho, she remembered more about her past than she ever did. She was beginning to have dreams about her mom, and the old house she lived in.

However, she still did not know Minho.

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"Soyeon! How do you not remember me! I played soccer with you, you shared your candy with me at recess! We played in the park almost every day, I showed you my rock collection! SOYEON!”  

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"Whoa." Soyeon said suddenly.

"What is it?" Minho asked, his eyes widening.

"I....I just....I just remembered something." she said, her eyes scared. "It...it was a boy...calling to me..." she held her head, shaking it. "Nevermind. I don't know what I'm talking about."

Minho shook his head. "No, go on."

Soyeon bit her lip. "I...I don't remember anything." she said. "Minho, why can't I remember anything." Soyeon said, turning towards him, tears in her eyes. "Help me, please." she said, sobbing. Minho reached out and took her into his warm arms.

He embraced her tightly, rubbing her back with his hand. "Don't worry, I am."

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