Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (Jintae fanfic) ENGLISH VERSION

• Chapter 26 •

   For years Jimin wanted to buy a car, so he started saving money. A couple months ago he finished and was ready to buy it, but suddenly he decided he didn't want to elevate the pollution in the air. The man put all that money in his bank account, and bought a bike. Daily exercise, no money spent in parking lots or gas, help in saving the planet, it was the perfect plan.

   But right now, in the very night of Seoul, riding his bike so fast than he'll have a leg cramp in no time, he regrets about that decision. If he had a car right now, he would arrive to the clinic where he works in a couple minutes.

   Namjoon's words still repeat inside his head, like an endless echo. They really were boyfriends, but all that info was deleted from his memory. He still can not believe this is actually happening.

   He needs to arrive to the clinic as soon as possible, he's desperate. The only thing he wants in this moment is to be there, and search himself in the patients folders. He keeps riding his bike, even though the alcohol is still running through his veins, and plus the street is so dark. There's a good chance his wheels will run into a stray cat or something.

   Fortunately, the blond arrives the clinic in one piece. He goes to the entrance breathing hard, and drops his bike next to the door. Namjoon gave him (and Jungkook too) a set of the clinic keys a while ago for emergencies. Jimin takes out the keys and opens the door. Once he's inside, he turns on the lights in the waiting room and the reception. He makes sure of closing the front door again.

   He struggles to walk, his legs are trembling due to the effort he did in the bike, and opens the door behind the reception. He turns the lights on, he's in the mapping room. Still trying to breath normally, he walks past the chair and all the machines, and goes straight to the door in the back of the room. That's the room where they save the folders for every patient they had so far. He's about to open it.

   And then he stops and looks down, thinking. He have been working with these folders for three years now, he practically knows them by heart, and he's sure he never saw his own name in any of those. No, looking for his folder in that room would be a waste of time, it can't be there.

   But where can he search then? It must be a place that Namjoon knows very well, a place where he and only he has access.

   His office.

   He walks to that door. He choose the key for the doctor's office with trembling hands, and unlocks the door. It is opened with a slight push.

   A part of him knows invading the doctor's privacy is not good. But he knows it, they used to be more than simple coworkers, so he gets courage and enters, turns on the lights and walks to the desk.

   Jimin looks in the drawers behind the desk for half a minute, and his fingers bump into something. It's a folder flipped down.

   He swallows hard, waits for a moment, and then flips it up to see the name written on the cover.

   Patient: Park Jimin
   File 1.227
   Date: May 3rd, 2019

   The truth hits him again, now that he has a tangible proof in his hands. He opens the folder, and his eyes fall in the CD inside a square, paper envelope. It has his name, file number and date of the procedure written too.

   The recorder is still on the desk. Jimin feels like all his movement are slow motion when he turns it on, opens it, pulls the CD out of the envelope, puts it inside of the recorder, and press play to hear the audio.

   My... M-my name is Park Jimin... Today is Friday, May 3rd, year 2019, and I'mma delete from my mind all the... The memories of...

   It's his own voice. No words are said for a couple seconds, but he can clearly hear himself sobbing. He falls heavily in the doctor's swivel chair, and keeps listening to the audio.