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🦌Heeseung - Memory😵‍💫

Tysmmm for requesting Mentosek5

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Tw: mentions of hospital

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Heeseung was driving alone (I know they don't drive and stuff but let's pretend like they do), the radio quietly playing in the background, his mind distracted.

It had been a long day. From practices, meetings to endless preparations for their upcoming schedule, and now, finally, he was heading home. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, fighting off the exhaustion that clung to him, but the streets were familiar, and his destination was within reach. He tried to focus, but his eyelids felt heavy.

The sudden screeching of tires startled him. Before he could process what was happening, a loud crash echoed through the air, and the world around him spun violently.

His car jerked to the side, skidding across the asphalt before slamming into the guardrail. Pain shot through his body as the airbags deployed with a harsh hiss, and everything went dark.

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Heeseung slowly regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed being the pressure in his chest.

It was hard to breathe, and there was a metallic taste in his mouth. His head throbbed with a sharp, persistent pain, and as he tried to move, he realized he was trapped.

The seatbelt was tight around him, holding him in place, but he couldn’t seem to recall how he’d gotten here.

His vision was blurry, the world around him a fuzzy swirl of lights and shapes. He tried to focus, but the pain in his head was overwhelming.

What had happened? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was driving, and then... nothing.

"Hello?" he croaked, his voice weak, cracking with the effort. But no response came. Panic bubbled up inside him as he struggled to remember, to make sense of what was going on.

The car was still, the engine no longer running. The only sound was his erratic breathing, and then, after a few moments, he heard footsteps approaching.

"Heeseung!" A familiar voice called out, but it was distant, muffled, as if underwater. The door of the car opened with a squeal, and strong hands gently pried him free from the wreckage.

"Shh, just stay still," the voice said again. "You're going to be okay."

The voice was warm, reassuring. It felt safe. But Heeseung couldn’t place it.

His head spun as he tried to focus on the figure before him. He was vaguely aware of being pulled out of the car, of hands supporting him, guiding him away from the wreckage. But the world was slipping through his fingers, the details just out of his reach.

"Who… who are you?" Heeseung asked, his voice trembling. His thoughts were fragmented, and the panic was rising again. "I don’t... I don’t remember… anything."

"Don’t worry," the voice said, sounding almost desperate now. "You’re going to be alright, okay? You’re safe."

Heeseung felt himself being lowered to the ground, and soon he was seated, though his body felt like it was made of lead. "I can’t… I can’t remember..." He repeated, feeling a wave of nausea and dizziness wash over him.

He recognized the voice now, though it still seemed so distant. Jungwon moved closer, crouching down in front of him.

Heeseung looked up and saw the worried face of his leader, Jungwon. His brow was furrowed with concern, his eyes wide and filled with a deep, panicked fear.