Lost and Found

Two

Filming had begun and everything was a little out of order. Mainly because of their own scheduling. Certain things were filmed in one to two days while others were filmed over the course of two weeks.

Which was exactly why Minji felt extremely exhausted. Between filming for their reality show, they were also prepping for a comeback, and also trying to get back on their performance schedules. She wondered why she ever wished they were busier. Why she ever wished they had more recognition. If this was how bigger companies were with their own idols, she wondered when they ever slept.

She was in the middle of being measured for her outfits when one of the new stylists began to make small talk. Everything always had to be precise. Minji stood on the little podium with her skin-tight dance clothing on, watching in the mirror while they took her new measurements for her legs and waist. They were never altered by much, but their company never wanted their outfits to look baggy or too tight. They wanted them to be comfortable.

Minji gave small responses, learning this new stylist was a bit odd, but she wasn't new to the idea. Sometimes people came and went. That was how it was.

"Can you raise your arms?" The stylist asked, prepping her for her waist measurements.

Minji did as she was asked, raising them so she could get a better measure. She didn't notice that her shirt had ridden up and that her shorts were lower than normal, showing her scar.

"Oh, did you have surgery?" The stylist asked.

Minji could feel the blood leave her face, causing her to look in the mirror and instantly cover her scar with her hand.

"Erm... Y-Yes... I did." Minji stammered at her answer. It wasn't a full lie, but it wasn't the full truth either.

"You must've been young since it's very faded." The stylist frowned. Minji didn't answer vocally, just chose to nod her head in silence.

She had finished not too long after, finally allowing her to leave. She thanked her quietly before heading out to change into her normal clothes before heading into the practice room. Her eyes landed on the scar in the mirror, frowning as she stared at it. It was entirely faded, not nearly as raised as it used to be. It almost blended in with her skin now, but it was noticeable to people if they were close enough.

As the days progressed she found herself slowly coming out of the slump she had been in for the past month and a half. She was happy that she was able to pull herself from the lull before another day of filming, only to be a little terrified of what was to come.

Hypnotherapy was something that she had heard of but never gave it a second thought. Until Gahyeon mentioned that people used it to get through traumatic events and other therapies. She felt her heart sink into her stomach, creating a giant stone that she wasn't ready to face yet.

Everyone had their own order and was nervous. Each day was different, and today was hers and Siyeon's turn. They always planned for two people, and if they were lucky, three people. Minji had gone first, greeting the therapist with a quiet hello before being explained the process.

She had seen what Yoohyeon had gone through and didn't want the same thing to happen to her. She just wanted to find a past life of hers and move on. Nothing more. Maybe she was a leaf or a caterpillar and it would be extremely easy to deal with and talk about.

The rest of the group watched in silence as the therapist did his work. It had only taken two tries to get her completely hypnotized and they were all in shock at how easy it had been. Not as easy as Yoohyeon, but still.

Minji could hear the therapist's voice as an echo, calling out to her to try and find something that could connect her to a past version of herself. She looked around, seeing that everything was dark. She frowned at the whole idea of finding anything until she turned around and saw a door behind her. She could see a light under it, signaling that something or someone was behind it.

"What do you see?" The therapist asked.

"A door... I hear people... People are shouting." Minji mumbled.

The girls looked at one another in shock, each waiting for something more to happen until they saw tears start streaming from their leader's eyes.

"What do you see?"

"Hospital room..." Minji sniffed. "There's so much blood..." She whispered.

Everything around her was bright and she could smell the sterile cleaners that were used in the room prior to it being used. She could see and smell the blood that littered the occupied bed in front of her. She heard the shouting of the doctors to the nurses to get them different things, watching the commotion before her eyes landed on the machines in front of her.

"What's going on...?" Siyeon frowned.

"Maybe her past life is traumatic?" Handong whispered.

They watched the screen, seeing more tears run down Minji's face before they heard her quiet sobs.

Minji saw the younger version of herself, completely unconscious on the operating table while being worked on. She wanted to escape the memory she had long locked away, but she couldn't. She was trapped here until she was snapped out of the stupid hypnosis. She continued to look around, trying to find the door she walked in from, but her attention was taken away when she heard the sound of a baby crying.

Everyone froze when they heard Minji's small gasp. They watched her closely on the screen, seeing more sobs come out.

"She's so small." Minji sniffed. "So helpless." She cried.

She watched as the baby was taken away and they continued to work on her younger self. She wanted to follow but she felt herself being pulled away from everything. Everything around her was fading and felt like screaming to just go back and look at everything one more time.

"No... No!" Minji cried.

"What do you see? What is going on?" The therapist frowned.

"The hospital nursery..." Minji cried.

Everything around her had warped. She was no longer a bystander, but now she was seated in a wheelchair, looking at the babies in the nursery.

"She's right there." The leader sniffed.

"How old are you? Can you see yourself?" He asked.

"Thirteen..." Minji answered. "I'm in a wheelchair.." She cried. "Her bed is marked adoption... My Youngie... She's going away... The family is taking her." She whispered with tears streaming down her face.

Her members all had tears running down their faces, no one was sure if it was a traumatic event or a past life. No one was going to question her either.

By the time she was finished and snapped out of everything, her mind was foggy and she felt like she had been hit by a high-speed bullet train. She sat with her members, staying near the end as she continued to collect herself. The makeup artist had come in, fixing her makeup before they began filming again. She threw on a face and a fake smile just to get everything through before Siyeon had gone back.

When they had gotten to the dorm, Minji had barely uttered a word and dragged herself to get ready for bed while everyone else prepared themselves for dinner. She just wanted the day to end at this point.

She hated that she had buried it down so deep just to not deal with it. She hated that her parents treated it as if it had never happened in the first place. Everything about that part of her life had been shoved deep, deep down, and locked away. Never to be touched again. But she didn't know how to handle it now.

Sleep didn't come easy to her that night, causing her to relive the events over and over again every time she shut her eyes. Eventually, she pulled herself out of bed and decided to watch tv until she ultimately passed out.

When she walked into the living room, she couldn't help but sigh when she saw Gahyeon asleep on the couch. She woke up the youngest member, helping her get to bed before she walked back out and sat down. She hated how tired she was and how sleep was not being her friend at the moment but she felt incredibly stressed.

She had a comeback coming up. She couldn't focus on just this. She needed to focus on the well-being of her members and make sure she was doing her own part with the group. Not her own worries. She had bigger things to worry about than just this.