minsung oneshots

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If anything in this is inaccurate, pls just ignore it. I have never personally had amnesia nor have i know anyone who did soo... if something seems questionable that's why :)

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- Minho's pov  -

We were at a sushi restaurant when it happened. I can remember that jisung cried and I might have as well. I don't remember. But I don't remember much of anything after it happened.

Sometimes I forget what happened all throughout my past, I want to remember it though. I recently remembered who the boy who sat at my side was, but I don't remember what he was to me. I feel like I should know though.

Jisung, that's what he told me his name was. I remember him from the sushi restaurant. He was sitting across from me. He told me that the restaurant was demolished now. That the guy was arrested.

I twisted a silver band on my finger. "Who are you again? You look so familiar." The boy next to me, his face dropped. He tried to conceal it through a smile, but it was easy to see through.

"I'm your best friend. Lee Jisung." We had the same last name.

"How did we meet?"

"We were childhood friends Minho, we met on the playground." I closed my eyes, hoping that something would come up, but nothing. "Sorry, but could you describe it? I can't remember."

Jisung bit his lip with a strained smile. "Of course. I was in the line for the slide and you were behind me. A girl with a pink dress shoved me." I tried hard to search my brain for anything, and something came up, "She...she shoved you and I shoved her back. She cried and I got yelled at by someone."

Jisung laughed, "Yeah, her mom. Do you remember what happened next?" "No, I don't. Sorry."

I looked down, a feeling not quite of shame resting heavy on my shoulders. Jisung rubbed my back, "Don't apologize," he said and finished the story, " Your mom came over and yelled at the woman. After that she took us to get ice cream with my mom. Ever since then, we have been together everyday."

"Everyday?" I was skeptical about his claims. Jisung chuckled, "Most everyday. But yeah, we were together." he paused, then added, "A lot."

I nodded and smiled at him. It made sense, ever since I had woken up, he had been there. And the time when he wasn't, Jisung walked through the doors minutes later. I was glad to have someone with me.

Some other people had come to see me, but I didn't recognize them. That part hurts, the fact that all these people care about me, and yet I have no clue who they are. My younger brother, nothing. My best friends, nothing. And of course, Jisung. Nothing.

It made me feel kind of trapped. And considering the fact that they wouldn't let me out of the hospital made it worse. I wanted out. I wanted to get all that I had lost back. I thought about my job, the possibility that I was never going to be able to work again. "Hey jisung? What did I do?"

"What do you mean?" I stopped playing with my fingers so I could focus on my words, "Um, like my job. What did I do?" He smiled, "Professional dancer. You taught classes on the side too."

Dancing. Puzzle pieces slid into place, connecting to make a memory, a memory that broke as I tried to grab hold of it. "Do you- do you think I would still be able to dance after I get out of here?"

"I think so. Your boss has been checking up on you through me. When the doctor gives an all clear for you, I'll take you to your studio, then we can go from there, ok?" I nodded and leaned back in my bed, staring at the ceiling until the fluorescent lights became too much for me. "Um, I'm kind of tired. I'm gonna sleep."