MY SPECIAL AGENT

51' Hot Men Burn

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Y/N's POV:

Renjun lowers his head now, not facing me at all, while he secretly wipes his tears on his own. It seems as if he is going to give up talking to me or trying to make me remember.

If he is, then I would feel really sad because I really want to know what we are to each other. Or what we were...

He then stands up before clearing his throat, "Eric must be on his way." He says bringing me back the memory of my friend.

Eric, the first person I informally clicked with in South Korea. The only person who understood me, showed me around and was there for me.
Though, according to my memory now, it has only been ten months, I'm glad to see that we're still friends now after two years.

Renjun makes a move to walk away from me but I stop him, holding his hand back. Once again, I'm not controlling myself. Somebody please tell my body not to do things without my permission.

He stops and slowly turns back to me, with a calm but questioning expression, his hope now long gone. Although I don't have a proper reason for holding him back, I still need to cook up a valid one.

"H-have you said that before to me? That sentence 'then please, don't tell me you don't know me,' because it sounds familiar?" I figure that's the only thing I want to ask him.

Renjun pauses for a moment as if to think. "No." He finally says and my heart drops.

I know that I've lost my memory because I can feel a certain kind of emptiness in my head but what I do know is that he is lying. I have a feeling that he is lying to me, because I've definitely heard that before and it was exactly from him.

Renjun slowly removes my hand from his, before retreating back into the building without another word. I watch him as he lifelessly walks away from me and the nurse joins me again.

"Poor boy." She says, handing me juice box with a straw, while her gaze follows Renjun.

"Why? What happened?" I ask her curiously, not even interested in the juice she brought.

"He-" She starts, but stops abruptly as if she's just remembered something. "Let's get you inside first."

I might've lost my memory but I'm definitely not stupid because any sane person can see that she's trying to change the subject. Nevertheless, I give up.

The nurse takes me back inside while I quietly focus on my drink, not interested in asking questions anymore because I can't afford headaches right now. She maneuvers her way back into the floor I was staying at and in the corridor we're met with six handsome boys.

Like really handsome. Strikingly gorgeous, they look like-

K-pop idols! Because they are! Oh my god!

It is Nct Dream!

Sure, I'd already met Renjun, but I didn't know that I'll be having the entire group visit me. Man, what did I do in this past year of my life to deserve this. I need my memory back, ASAP!

"Y/N!" Zhong Chenle, whom I recognize immediately, exclaims my name. He knows my name?! He stands up as soon as he notices me, causing the others to look at me.

It was already crazy enough to have Huang Renjun look at me, especially up close, and now I'm being watched by six other Nct members. I'm going to die.

The others stand up carefully, making sure not to scare me maybe, that's what it looks like from my point of view.

I don't spot Renjun anywhere which makes me kind of sad. I don't know if the sadness is there because of my past memories or because he was sad. I'm guessing it's both because, despite being a sensitive person, I'm usually not empathetic.

"Hi Y/N. Do you remember us?" Na Jaemin, steps in front of me, politely asking with his bunny smile.

"Your'll are Nct Dream!" I exclaim excitedly before realizing that I sound exactly like a fan.

I shrug it off of my mind anyways concluding that as of right now, that's exactly what I am because I can't remember a single thing.

Chenle, as opposed to Renjun, looks disappointed in my answer, though he is trying his best to hide it. Jaemin's smile drops but his affectionate expression stays the same.

"Oh, I need to get up and greet your'll." I try to stand up, remembering my manners and what Eric had taught me multiple times.

The nurse and some of the boys try to stop me but I'm adamant about it, assuring them that I can stand now because I'm tired of sitting anyways.

My legs wobble for the first few seconds they hit the ground—with the help of the nurse—although, they stabilize later.

Chenle takes the hand I hold out to him, with ease, before gently shaking it. "I'm Chenle, Y/N." He says the obvious and I smile back at him.

I walk over to Jaemin, repeating the same action as he introduces himself. The same happens with Lee Jeno, and I just can't help but stare at his handsome masculine features.

None of these greetings give me a sense of deja vu like Renjun had with his words. I conclude that if I did know them then we definitely didn't introduce ourselves like this.

I move on to Lee Haechan. He holds my hand longer, refusing to let go for a while until the member next to him nudges him.

Making a mental note to thank that person, I move on to them. Mark Lee. Probably my favorite rapper in K-pop. I give him an excited hand shake before almost retreating, until I notice that his right arm is attached to a cast.

This time, I'm the one who doesn't leave the hand as I'm still holding his, while staring at his cast.

A vivid image of people screaming and shouting on an open space crosses my mind, making me feel a sudden sting of a sharp pain on the left side of my head. And then, I hear a gunshot.

This causes me to jump backwards—as if I've just been electrocuted—instantly disconnecting Mark's hand from mine. My legs are not fully healed yet or comfortable enough to be on the ground, so my sudden shock makes me fall backwards.

Into someone's arms. I don't know whose though, because I fall directly out of consciousness.