Red Ribbons [Minwon]

What Just Happened

Hello there! New fic guys! I'm not a big memory loss fan but something about this plot I couldn't get out of my head. Sorry for my absence, school has been so busy. The prompt was inspired by Falling for You Again.

Enjoy!

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Is this really my face?

Is this my body?

Well, of course, it is, but...

Is there a filter on this camera?

Nope.

Well... damn.

I turned out good.

Mingyu stared into the screen of Seungcheol's phone, one hand gripping the device tightly, the other smoothing across high cheekbones, tall nose, pale pink lips, and then across to his sharp jawline. Though still boyish, his childish face had gone; there were no more chubby curves and stubborn baby fat – his face was all sharp lines and angles. There were some inconspicuous, fading, dull red pigments smattered across his lower cheek, evidence of his teenage, hormonal acne, but besides that his complexion was flawless. His gaze flickered up to his eyes, perhaps his only feature that looked virtually unchanged, doe-eyes with dark lashes, and yet the youthful innocence that used to shine in them was gone, and instead burned something a bit more cunning.

"How old am I, again?" Mingyu asked, his voice deeper, a maturity in his tone, handing the phone back to his friend and doctor.

"Twenty-two," Seungcheol answered with a smile, telling him to place it on the bed because he already had a clipboard in one hand, and a pen in the other.

Mingyu blinked up at his friend – he was so glad they were still friends – and noted the fine lines around his mouth. Seungcheol still looked great though, definitely didn't look twenty-seven, but Mingyu being Mingyu couldn't let this opportunity pass. "Wow, hyung, you got old."

Seungcheol rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Oh right, you already were such a brat at seventeen. I wouldn't be making jabs at the person who's going to be treating you." As if to prove his point, he scribbled something down on the paper.

Mingyu laughed, wincing when he felt a sharp sting across his ribs. He breathed in sharply and scrunched his face up in pain.

"Sorry, the painkillers will kick in soon," Seungcheol said, noticing his discomfit; he was a doctor after all.

"Are you still with Jeonghan-hyung?" Mingyu asked to distract himself, glancing away from an ugly scratch up his arm.

At that, Seungcheol's hand clenched and Mingyu swore he saw a flicker of hurt. "No."

Mingyu felt a pang of sympathy and a whole lot of disbelief. They were always so happy together, everyone was so sure they were soulmates... but it had apparently been five years, and a lot could happen in that amount of time. "Oh. Sorry." Mingyu felt like an asshole for asking, especially since he should have known not to – or shouldn't have had to.

Seungcheol sighed and sat down, hands clasped together. "So you really don't remember anything since seventeen?"

Mingyu swallowed and tried to reminisce on something, but he really had no idea what he was trying to be thinking of. "Uh, no?"