[A/N: Originally posted at the TABISAN FANFEST] There is nothing convenient with amnesia. It's like wham bam... Thank you, but who are you? The thing was Sandara fell off her chair and hit her head and knocked right out of her head was a full two years. It's incredible, like not credible, like how can that possibly true. But she woke up, and he was there. She jolts up to his hovering face and pow! Head galore! "Ow!" "What the ?" They blurted out in pain. "What the is wrong with you?" Seung hyun asked while he rubbed his forehead. This was the closest thing he could muster to are you okay. Because... of course, he still hated her. But to Dara, this... This guy... This guy... Wait? She screwed up her face and musters an "Uhm... Excuse me, but... Do I know you?" *** She fell from a chair when she stretched her arms back. Sure, Seung hyun said to the doctor, sure they had hardwood floors, but that can't be right? She has temporary amnesia... from head trauma. Now, Seung hyun thought... now, Seung hyun thought his life has been reduced to a stupid ing drama. This was absurd. She was absurd. How can she... How could she? Seung hyun moodily escorts her back home, and after recuperating from falling off her chair which wasn't really much of anything to recuperate from, Dara realized she was still lived in her apartment... only it was different. She couldn't quite figure out what was different, but still... It seemed fuller and well, a little more lived in, she guessed. There were more CDs on the shelves, more books, and was that an XBox by her TV? On the mantle of the linen dresser were pictures, she swears she has never seen before. But oddly it was her and... Well... Him. Him. He was sitting across her on the dinning table which was now, she noticed, sporting a new gleaming red varnish. It used to be this worn out brown... Bom, her best friend used to joke, it was a nice shade of warm poop. But now, it was red, beautiful red like that blush of dawn. "You got to be kidding me? You don't remember me?" He started. And Dara, who thought she was calmer than a cucumber, which was nice because cucumbers don't have these panic-inducing spontaneous amnesia and she was fairing quite well, because she wasn't panicking at all. She was cool, like a cucumber forgotten in the fridge. But still, "I'm sorry?" She asked, because she wasn't quite sure. "How convenient for you! How ing convenient! We broke up, and now you don't even know me? That's great, Dara. Awesome! Good for you." There was a bite in his words. Now, there was a pinch in her chest when he said broke up... And she wonders, in every sense of the word, was she really having a really lucky amnesia right now? Like a life lottery and her prize is not knowing that she has, more or less, broken her heart. Or his heart... Whoever he is. Or both of theirs. "We..." She began, and the word, she found was hard to say, but that's ridiculous! We is a single syllabic word that even infants can utter. "How?..." "What's the last thing you remember?" He asked with an annoyed brows bunching up in the middles. Dara bit her lip, last thing she remembered? "Hmmm... I... Was going to a company trip... To Jeju." "Jeju? That was two years ago! You..." He says in vehemence. "You completely wiped me from your memory!?" Dara looked at him, for the first time, really looked at him. She thought, well, he was rather attractive, even when he was upset, maybe more so because he was upset. He was a looker, the kind you get in trouble for... And well, she thought, she would never go for his type. She was a good girl, with very conservative taste in men. And this guy... Well, he seemed volatile. But how strange, she thought, how strange to be so cool as a cucumber when he was the sort that should scare her. "I'm sorry?" Again, an apology tainted with a question. He huffs. "I guess two years to you is nothing. You never liked me anyway." Ah, Sandara thought, that kind of hurts. "You have always been going for that Jiyong. , Dara, you cheat on me, and you don't even have the decency to keep your ing memories to feel guilty." "I..." Two years ago, she was in love with her guy best friend Jiyong who was never in love with her. She remembers that. Jiyong the man of her dreams, that always, for some reason end up breaking her heart. It wasn't his fault he likes the other sort of women. So always, there was nothing to forgive. Sandara cried because she loved him, and he seemed to not be able to love her. It wasn't his fault. It was simple misalignment of affection... "Whatever." Seung hyun dismissed as he rose from his chair and headed for the door. "Wait!... Uh, your name?" "Tss." He clucks his tongue, "you... It's Seung hyun, goddamit, Dara." --- She wanders out and wonders if she should go back to the hospital. But she just was