The Unexpected

Seul-gi: 19

Sorry there was a mix-up with the last update. I'll edit it sometime today, but I won't edit much. Really, really sorry. I was so drunk last night that I forgot what I wrote.

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"FUCK!" Sehun yelled, and everyone in the room- myself included- was surprised by his sudden outburst. "Stop joking like that!"

I laughed a little. "Okay, I'm sorry. Okay?" I said, and he just rolled his eyes.

"I got so fucking scared!" He said and held my hand. "Are you okay?" I could still sense frustration in his voice.

"Yeah, I guess? What happened to me, anyway?" I asked them all, and looked at the only person I don't recognize. "And who's he?"

"You really sure you don't remember Minho?" Sehun asked, and I shook my head.

The unfamiliar guy went to my side and looked at me. "Stop joking, Seul-gi."

"But I'm not joking..." I looked at him skeptically. "Mr. Whoever-you-are."

I saw some of them look back at the door, then I saw a girl who's skin is really pale, but she's pretty. Her lips are so red, and her eyes are a bit droopy, but it made her prettier. And her straight, long brown hair is flowing with her every movement. She went to my side and smiled at me.

"Are you okay, now, Seul-gi?" She asked me, and I nodded. "I got a text from Minho that you're awake."

"Uh, thanks. But who are you?" She looked like she was taken aback at what I asked her.

"You really don't remember me?" She asked, and I just shook my head.

*

I heard from Seohyun that I am diagnosed with selective amnesia. The memories will return within the span of 3-5 months. But if it takes longer, I may not be able to remember them at all.  They told me I could be discharged after running a few tests.

I begged for them to not let me ride a wheelchair. I mean, I only have selective amnesia. I did not lose my feet. But Seohyun insisted. I really hated riding in a wheelchair. I looked at Sehun, trying to look as pitiful as possible and pleaded.

"Please?" I said and gave him my most remorseful face.

"Ugh!" He groaned. But after a few seconds, he grinned. "Let's make a deal. You won't ride a wheelchair... But I'll carry you all the way down."

I scoffed. "Pfft! As if you could carry me all the way down!"

"Remember, you're not that heavy, and because you haven't eaten much in 3 months, I think you'll be lighter than before."

I just crossed my legs and folded my arms. "Fine. Wheelchair it is."