Blur memories (Scoups X Reader)

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Do you ever feel the joy of being with a friend, the warmth of family, or the affection of your true love? Some people come into your life as friends, but somehow, they end up meaning the world to you. I always wondered...how can someone who once just wanted to be your friend become so important that losing them feels like losing yourself?

[Today is the same empty day as always.

He comes to the library again, just like he always does. And, just like always, I watch him....hoping, waiting....but I say nothing. Again.

He bumps into me, the same way he always does when I reach for a book. He smiles, like he always does, and just like before, his eyes pass over me as if I were a stranger. He doesn't recognize me. Again.

I lock myself in the girls' washroom and cry....again. God knows for how long. And again, no one cares.

The same suffocating emptiness.

The same haunted memories of the past.

The same unbearable cycle....repeating itself for the past five years.

I still remember that day. The day my whole world shattered. The day I lost him. And the pain? It still lingers. It still hurts.]

FLASHBACK:

Y/N:

Hey! How are you? Are you feeling better now? You know I was so worried about you....I came here straight from the airport!

???

Who are you?

[My smile falters. The words don't make sense. My heart stills.

I glance at the couple standing beside his bed....his parents. His mother gives me a sad smile, and suddenly, my hands grow cold.]

Y/N:

It's me... Y/N. Stop joking....it's not funny.

[But he only looks at me blankly. There's no hint of recognition in his eyes. No warmth. No familiarity.]

???:

I really don't know who you are. I'm sorry.

[His voice is soft, but to me, it feels like a blade sinking into my chest.

I force my gaze away from him and to the white bandages wrapped around his head. My breath hitches.]

???

Yoon Y/N... she's your friend's sister.

[It's his mother who speaks. And then, as if something clicks in his mind.]

Just that.

Only that.

Like I was nothing more than an acquaintance. Like I was no one to him.]

Y/N:

Aunty?

Mira:

Let's talk outside, Y/N.

[I let her lead me out of the hospital room, my legs feeling numb beneath me. My mind is spinning, my heart hammering against my ribs.

This isn't happening. It doesn't make sense.]

Y/N:

Aunt Mira... what happened to him? Why doesn't he recognize me? Is he trying to mess with me because we didn't talk for a year? Please....please tell me something.

[My voice shakes, tears welling in my eyes. The silence in the hallway is suffocating.]

Mira:

Y/N, he's okay now. We told him that you were coming back today, and he was excited. He went out to buy a present for you because he thought you were still upset with him. We waited for him, but...

[She pauses. My stomach drops.]

Mira:

After two to three hours, we got a call from the hospital. He had been in an accident. When he woke up... we told him about you. But he said....

[She swallows, and my fingers clench into fists.]

Mira:

He said he doesn't have any friends other your brothers.

[I feel something inside me shatter.]

Mira:

The doctor warned us that we can't force him to remember anything. I shake my head. No. No, this can't be real.

Y/N:

So you're telling me... out of the entire world, the only person he doesn't remember is me? The least he remembers is that my brothers are in Seventeen, right?

[Her lips press into a thin line, her gaze soft but firm. She places a gentle hand on my shoulder.

She doesn't answer. But she doesn't need to. Because I already know the answer.]

???:

Y/N, I know you like him. You've been his childhood friend for years. But as his father, I have to ask you... please don't tell him anything.

[His father speak his voice is calm, yet heavy with an unspoken plea.]

???:

You can see him whenever you want, but only as his friend's sister. Please. We know it hurts. But if you tell him the truth, it could put his life in danger.

[I stare at him. The words barely register. Tell him the truth... and it could put his life in danger? I open my mouth to protest. To say something....anything....but nothing comes out.

Instead, I just... stand there. Silent. Numb.

And then, without another word, I turn and walk away. Tears trail down my cheeks, but I don't bother to wipe them. Because in that moment, one thing becomes painfully clear.

No one understands my feelings.

Not his parents.

Not my brothers.

No one.

I lost him.

And the worst part?

I'm the only one who remembers.]