𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄; boysnextdoor

amnesia ; jaehyun

The first rays of sunlight slipped through the blinds, painting golden patterns on the wooden floor. The warmth of a new day kissed Y/N's cheeks as she sat by the windowsill, her journal open on her lap. Across the room, Jaehyun stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open like a dreamer pulled reluctantly from slumber.

He looked at her with that familiar mixture of wonder and confusion, the look he wore every morning, as if he couldn't quite place who she was but somehow knew she mattered. She met his gaze with a soft smile, her heart aching and blooming at once, a bittersweet melody she had grown accustomed to.

"Good morning," he said, his voice raspy, yet tender, like a song she wanted to keep replaying. "Who are you?"

Y/N's heart clenched, as it always did. It never got easier—this moment when he forgot, the emptiness in his voice where their love once lived. Yet, she leaned forward, her voice steady and warm, a lighthouse guiding him back to her.

"I'm Y/N," she said, the words practiced but never hollow. "We're... close." She chose her words carefully, offering just enough to ease him into the day without overwhelming him.

Jaehyun blinked, his brows furrowing slightly. "Close," he repeated, testing the word like it held a secret he couldn't quite grasp.

Y/N nodded, fighting the urge to reach for his hand too soon. "Would you like some coffee? I make it just the way you like it."

"You know how I like my coffee?" he asked, tilting his head. There was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, like sunlight breaking through clouds.

"I know a lot about you," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand yesterdays that he couldn't remember. "And I'd love to tell you, if you'll let me."

Every day, they fell in love as if for the first time.

Jaehyun followed her to the kitchen, watching her with quiet fascination as she brewed coffee. She moved with ease, her hands sure and steady, as if she had done this a hundred times before. And she had. Y/N knew the way he liked his coffee—two sugars, a splash of milk, stirred clockwise. It was a detail she had clung to, a thread in the tapestry of their love.

"Do I... live here?" he asked, looking around the cozy apartment with its mismatched furniture and walls adorned with photographs.

"Yes," Y/N said, her voice light, though the answer held a heavier truth. This was their home, a sanctuary built brick by brick with shared memories he could no longer access. "It's our home."

He sipped the coffee she placed in front of him, his lips curling into a smile. "This is perfect. How did you know?"

Y/N laughed, the sound like wind chimes in the spring breeze. "Lucky guess," she teased, though her heart whispered, Because I remember for you.

After breakfast, they took a walk, a ritual that grounded them in the present. The world outside was alive with possibilities—a bustling park, children laughing, flowers blooming. Jaehyun seemed lighter, his worries momentarily forgotten as he matched her stride.

"Tell me something about myself," he said suddenly, his eyes seeking hers.

Y/N hesitated, her mind sifting through the mosaic of his life. She wanted to give him pieces that would make him feel whole, even if just for a moment.

"You're an artist," she said finally. "You paint. And you're incredible at it."

His face lit up, as if the idea thrilled him. "Really? What do I paint?"

"Landscapes mostly. But sometimes..." Her voice faltered, her eyes drifting to the ring she wore on a chain around her neck. "...Sometimes, you paint people. Someone you care about."

Jaehyun noticed the change in her tone but didn't press. Instead, he smiled, as if her words had given him a new lens through which to view the world. "Maybe I should try painting again," he said.

"You should," Y/N replied, her smile brave and bright. "You've always been good at finding beauty in the world."

By afternoon, they found themselves at a small café tucked away on a quiet street. Y/N ordered his favorite dish without asking, and when it arrived, Jaehyun looked at her with astonishment.

"This is exactly what I wanted," he said.

Y/N's heart swelled. "I guess I just know you," she said lightly, though the weight of her words lingered in the air.

They talked about little things—the weather, the books stacked on the shelf behind the counter, the couple seated by the window. For a while, it felt normal, as if they were two people discovering each other for the first time, rather than one holding the fragments of a love the other had forgotten.

But then Jaehyun reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. The touch was electric, familiar, and yet it startled them both.

"Why does this feel... right?" he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder.

Y/N's breath caught. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to say, Because we've done this a thousand times before. Because I love you, and you love me, even if you can't remember. But she didn't. Instead, she held his gaze and said, "Some things just do."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose, they returned home. Jaehyun had taken up a pencil and sketchpad, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to capture the fleeting beauty of the sunset. Y/N watched from the doorway, her heart aching with quiet pride. Even without his memories, his soul knew how to create.

When the sketch was done, he turned to her, holding it up. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," she said, her voice thick with emotion. And it was. The lines were imperfect, the colors not quite right, but it was undeniably him.

Later, as they lay in bed, Jaehyun's hand brushed against hers. In the darkness, he whispered, "Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you... for today."

Tears pricked her eyes, but she smiled, her voice steady. "You don't have to thank me."

"I do," he insisted. "You make me feel... like I belong."

"You do," she said firmly, her hand finding his. "You belong right here."

He fell asleep soon after, his breaths evening out as he drifted into dreams he would not remember. Y/N stayed awake, her fingers tracing patterns on the cover of her journal. She opened it to a fresh page, her pen moving swiftly across the paper.

Day 547

Jaehyun forgot again today, but we found each other. We always do. He smiled when I told him he was an artist. He touched my hand at the café. He thanked me before he fell asleep.

Tomorrow, I'll remind him again. I'll remind him every day if I have to. Because loving Jaehyun is like chasing the sun—it's fleeting, but it's worth every moment.

Y/N closed the journal and placed it on her nightstand, her heart heavy but full. Tomorrow, they would start over. And the day after that. And the day after that. But she wasn't afraid.

Because even if Jaehyun forgot, Y/N would always remember—for the both of them.

a/n 

this is so different from what I write cause I think that love like this doesn't exist. if my significant other had amnesia I don't think that I would be with them for long time. cause from my point of view its tiring to remind them. I really want to meet those ppl who experience that pure, "I would do anything for you" typa love.  Anyways comment me your thoughts and don't forget to vote y'all <3