MY SPECIAL AGENT

54' Deja Vu

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Y/N's POV:

After a few minutes of twisting and turning on my bed, unable to fall asleep ever since Eric left, I aggressively get out of bed to answer the call of nature.

Obviously glad that I can do this much after the doctors said that I could get rid of the wheelchair.

Wait... I was on a wheelchair? I don't remember that? Then, why did the doctors say that I'm finally free from the wheelchair.

I had also agreed.

I decide to brush that off because I'm a memory loss patient so there'll be a lot that I'll be confused about. I guess, I'd better get used to it.

After using the toilet, I lazily walk back to my bed, only to stop and stare at the shadows casted inside my room. They look extra creepy now that I'm analyzing them.

Just then, a sharp, agonizing cry of thunder hits the universe and my ears at the same time, accompanied by it's striking companion—Lightning.

Immediately crouching down out of fear with my hands firmly pressed against my ears, I scream the first thing at the top of my mind. "RENJUN!"

I stay like that for a minute or two, shivering, with sweat trickling down the left side of my face. Let's just say thunder is my biggest fear.

It suddenly strikes(no pun intended) me that I have mentioned someone. Renjun.

Oh god yes, Renjun. He was here when I first woke up. That is exactly what I was trying to remember earlier. My entire experience when I first woke up.

The wheelchair, the stroll and the garden. Renjun, our encounter. Nct Dream. Meeting each member and then...

That's it.

It feels like I've been skipping moments of my life. Or maybe I've just been passing out like the doctors said.

Why weren't they here the second time I got up?

I mean, not that I'm anything special but if they were here the first time, it must've been for a reason right?

Not just any reason, a deep one at that. We definitely know or knew each other.

Renjun made me feel that.

When he was kneeling down next to me, those tears held weight, passion and emotion. They meant something. And nobody cries like that for a stranger.

I need to ask Eric about it, if he's going to tell me. I need to know what we mean to each other and if they're going to return.

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"I can't believe that is my style now!" I gawk for the nth time this morning, while looking at myself in the mirror.

"It's everybody's style. It's 2023." Eric explains again while waiting for me, back leaned towards the door.

Apparently, most teenagers and young adults these days like to wear what people used to wear in the early 2000s, but with a bit of modern fashion. I don't even know how that makes sense or how they find it cool.

Eric explained that he couldn't get me anything decent from my closet because all I own are pajamas or flashy clothing, so he got me a big black t-shirt with sweatpants.

"These initials..." I trail my fingers across the bold letters on my shirt.

"What initials?" Eric peeps over at me from his phone. "RJ? It must be a brand, I guess."

Eric shrugs the matter lightly and I want to do the same but my brain says otherwise. I don't know why these letters seem awfully familiar, but then again it could just be because this is my shirt. Maybe I shouldn't put too much thought into this.

"I'm ready." I tell Eric but it's really more to myself because I need the motivation.

Am I ready though? Not really.

I didn't like staying here—at the hospital—but now that I'm leaving it, I don't want to. I'm scared to. I have no idea about what I did in these past two years or what possibly awaits me.

Which people I forgot. Who is an enemy and who is a friend. I'm basically damned.

I know Eric is here and will be there to guide me but what will I do when he's not? What then?

"Let's get you home." Eric has his phone away now, his full attention on me.

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After signing a few papers at the front desk of the hospital, Eric drives me home and I'm utterly surprised, because when did he learn how to drive—much less having a whole car.

The ride home is peacefully silent, if you don't count the car's acceleration. We reach home in about fifteen minutes. Eric rushes to my side, as he opens the door quickly, leaving me shocked again.

"What if you're still not familiar with walking and you hit your face on the floor or something?" He explains as soon as he notices my reaction.

"What? I recovered like three days ago." I throw my hands in the air, once I've closed the door—by myself.

"Can never be too sure." He shrugs. "Also, don't scream when you see your house, it's..."

Eric stops midway, as if he is thinking of a proper way to say something. "...you changed a lot, and so have your likes and taste. It's definitely not the same as you remember it to be."

"I'll be the judge of that." I say, before requesting for my house keys from him.

The moment he hands them over to me, I see exactly why he warned me in the first place. Even my keys are a bit different. They are decorated.

I thought I didn't do deco.

I walk straight for the door, ignoring the fact that I might get the shock of my life.

Fortunately, my house doesn't shock me as much as my keys did, which is ironic because it is also completely different. Only difference is that, I like this change.

My house is prettier, with more aesthetic and style. My curtains are blush pink, which compliments the pearl white walls and sofas. There are less things in my house which makes it look cleaner from what I remember.

As soon as I take a step inside, a sudden wave of strong deja vu hits me, making me feel giddy and weird. I brush it aside, for my own mental health and sake as I take steps further until I reach my couch.

Pausing in order to sit down, a clear image appears on my mind for the first time since I lost my memory. For the first time, since I regained consciousness.

It's the face of a man.

Only that I don't know who he is.

"Y/N..." Eric lightly places a hand on my shoulder, which still manages to make me squirm. "...everything okay?"

I shake my head way too fast, before actually calming down.

"I'm fine, I should probably take a shower." I say, skipping the part where I'm going to sit down because this couch is giving me the creeps.