MY SPECIAL AGENT

50' Who Are You?

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Y/N's POV:

Having woken up here once was already traumatic. For a second time? I would not recommend it at all.

The doctors and nurses surrounding you, the machines and tubes attached to you and not to mention the smell of the hospital. All of these factors make me beyond nervous.

Although, nothing can beat the severe emptiness I feel in my mind right now. I feel like someone has snatched an important treasure from me but I just can't seem to identify it.

Of course the doctors had spoken to me as soon as I officially woken up for the second time, they had asked me a few questions in order to diagnose me. The conclusion wasn't something I would expect but it's the only one that made sense.

You have memory loss, Y/N. Only partially. He had said to me this morning. I felt weak, tired and stupid. Especially for losing my memory like that. I knew who I was at that very moment but I just couldn't seem to put together what I'd lost.

Heck, I didn't know why the hell I was in a hospital in the first place. What happened to me? The doctors didn't answer that question either. Atleast not properly, they told me that I'd gotten into an accident and a coma all of a sudden.

None of that made sense because they didn't even disclose the nature of my accident to me? Was I driving? I don't know. Was I knocked? Also don't know.

The only thing that had seemed to put me at ease was the person who I woke up to, the first time. Who was he again? I forgot. His words were soothing and his voice definitely helped to calm my thoughts and relax my mind. So much so that I'd gone back to sleep in no time.

Right after explaining everything, the doctors had sent me out to get sunlight and possibly take a walk, if I could. Which I couldn't because I'd been asleep for a while and my legs turned into jelly.

The nurse brought out a wheelchair for me and here I am, outside a hospital and on a wheelchair, while being driven around to experience nature.

"How is it Y/N?" The nurse asks after taking me around the hospital once.

"I don't know, it smells plant-ful here." I say after taking in a deep breath, not even sure if 'plant-ful' is a word.

"And your memories?" She prompts on carefully.

"Oh yes! I remember that I'm in my first year of college." I exclaim excitedly after retrieving this memory.

"You remembered that a while ago Y/N. This is the second time you're mentioning that." The nurse says, never losing the interest in her voice.

"I did? Sorry, my head is all jumbled up."

"It's okay, and plus, I told you that you're almost in your third year. It was filled in your form at the reception." She corrects me.

Third year? Am I that old? I remember being 19 ,not 21. I hold my head down in pain as I strain myself to remember even though the doctor advised me not to.

"Relax ok, don't try to remember anything." She echoes the doctor. "Just wait here, I'll get you some juice."

The nurse leaves immediately after that, leaving me to my aching head and scrambled memories.

If I did completely lose my memory and I can't get it back any time soon then I'm officially screwed because according to me now, I'm new here in South Korea. I know jack shit about this place, except for the language, my job as a barista and my college. I don't even have proper friends.

Except for Eric who is, what, far away from me? Oh darn, I'm so dead.

Just then, someone stops by in front of my wheelchair and they kneel down close to me.

The person who was here earlier. Renjun. My mind immediately remembers this fact. Shocking me instantly. He stares up at me, with a gaze so piercing it could make anyone want to crawl and hide.

Except for me, because I don't remember the reason to which I owe this gaze. Heck, especially the reason to which I owe his visit.

He is flipping Huang Renjun, the idol from a double-million seller group NCT. What is he doing here, with a nugu foreigner like myself? Especially, visiting me in my most miserable time at the hospital, when I've lost my senses... I mean memories.

Mustering up the courage I need, I decide that I need to ask him about our relationship, if we even have one because I'm starting to get impatient. I hope I didn't do something wrong or weird in the years I lost.

"I-" I start, trying to put a sentence together. "You-" I seem to be in a loss of words because nothing seems appropriate at the moment. Especially since I don't know what to say to him.

"W-who are you?" I manage to whisper out in the most polite way possible, not sure if he'll even hear me.

A deep silence passes between us as Renjun never breaks eye contact with me. I figure that he won't be saying anything for a while so I try to study his expression. Although it's pretty poker, his eyes say something else. He looks broken on the inside. Heartbroken instead.

Making me regret whatever I'd just said to him. Am I important to him? Did my words hurt him? I keep asking myself such questions. Questions to which I don't possess the answers.

A sudden wave of emotions engulf me when I notice a few tears leave Renjun's eyes. Seeing him like this makes me hurt too. A feeling that I don't recognize but it fits perfectly into my heart. So perfectly that I don't question it. Unknowingly, my hand gently swipes over to his cheeks to wipe his tears off.

"Don't cry." I whisper once again, feeling guilty for being the possibility of his sorrows.

"Then please, don't say you don't know me." Renjun's voice cracks as my hand finally swipes over his left cheek now as more tears roll down his face.

His words create a certain feeling of deja vu in my mind. The image is so vivid that I feel like I've heard the exact same words before, coming from his mouth.

Then please, don't say you don't know me. These words sound way too familiar but unfortunately my head starts to hurt when I force myself to remember the moment.

"I know you." My fast mouth says without my permission. I didn't control myself there for a moment and I regret that.

Now, Renjun is looking at me with hope and I'd hate to break it to him that I don't know him actually. Although I go back and forth about the idea of taking back my words or giving him a reason instead. The latter sounds nice.

"You were there when I woke up earlier, I saw you." I secretly hope that this is what he is waiting to hear from me. Even though that could be ridiculous because why would he be crying then.

Not even an ounce of Renjun's hope fades away, giving me no sign at all to my possible success.