Dance Partners || N.NK ||

Part 43/S2

As you walked through the hallway of the second floor, you couldn't help but notice the disarray of the house—the dusty wooden floors, the faded wallpaper, and the fragile spider webs clinging to every corner of the walls.
"Why is this place so dirty" you murmured, your voice low, as you stepped into a small room that seemed to be used for storage

Inside, you found exactly what you were searching for, a pair of shoes.
There were several scattered around, each in different sizes, as if a large family once lived here.
You picked up a random pair of shoes that you somewhat felt emotionally attached to.
"These look kind of familiar..." you whispered to yourself, as you slipped them on.

You made your way back downstairs, your steps echoing in the silence.
And that's when you spotted a black suitcase—something you hadn't noticed before.

"Who does this weird-looking box belong to?" you muttered, eyeing the suitcase with a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
It felt like you were seeing the object for the first time in your whole entire life since birth.

"Ugh whatever" you sighed, brushing it off before continuing out the door.

You let your feet carry you to wherever they desired, toward the nearby public garden, a quiet space filled with a riot of flowers.

"So prettyyyy!" you giggled aloud, the sight of the colorful flowers filling you with excitement.
You bent closer to inhale the sweet fragrance of the flowers, you were the only one standing in the garden.
"Oh? These have a scent to them?" you whispered, as if you were experiencing it for the first time.

After the memory loss, your thoughts had became so childish and clueless that a stranger walking by would think you were crazy.

Then, you continued to explore the garden, each flower offering a new discovery.
However, when you reached to smell the scent of the chrysanthemums flower, your nose twitched as you felt a sneeze building up.
"What the—" you froze mid-sentence, and before you could finish your thought, another sneeze escaped you.

"What was that...?" you muttered, bewildered.
The sneezes kept coming, and your confusion grew.

As the confusion grew bigger, you instinctively stepped away from the chrysanthemums, your body's way of reacting to something that seemed to trigger an allergic response.
"Am I allergic to these?" you wondered aloud.
But just as the word "allergic" left your lips, you realized it felt foreign—like you had forgotten what it even meant.

"Whatever" you again dismissed the thought, brushing off the odd sensation.
The clouds in the distance had started to turn darker, as if it was gonna rain sooner or later.
So you turned to head back the way you came, but just before you took a step, you sneezed once again.

And that's also when you saw him—a young man standing further in the distance, snapping a picture of you with a small camera.
"What the...?" you muttered under your breath, uncomfortable with the idea of a stranger photographing you.
But little did you know, you were a well-known resigned singer, an idol who at the moment should be hiding her identity in public.

You walked towards the direction the young man was standing at, determined to confront him about taking a picture of you without permission.
"Hey, man!" you called out as you got closer.

The man's eyes widened in shock as you approached him.
"OH MY GAWDDDDD! YN-SAN!! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!! CAN I PLEASE GET AN AUTOGRAPH??" he immediately asked, his voice laced with excitement.

You blinked in confusion, completely lost as to why he was so excited and what this "autograph" thing was.
"What? Autograph?" you questioned, the confusion clearly visible on your face, the word also felt like another foreign word to you.

"Can you sign here, please?" he asked, holding out his phone case with an eager look in his eyes, suddenly much more composed.
"Ohhh, a sign..." you mumbled to yourself, finally understanding what he meant—he wanted you to sign something.

But how were you gonna do that?
You didn't even know your name, not even how it was written.
But then as he handed you the pen, something strange happened.
Your hand moved on its own, guided by some muscle memory, and before you knew it, you had signed his phone case.

"Uhm here you go.." you awkwardly spoke, you were originally supposed to confront him about the photo but the curiosity of the word Autograph quickly changed your mind.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH YN-SAN!! IM SO SHOCKED TO MEET YOU IN REAL LIFE, IM SO SORRY IF I DISTURBED YOUR PRIVACY, PLEASE HAVE A NICE DAY!!!" the guy nervously confessed before quickly jogging away, as if respecting your privacy.

The way the stranger spoke seemed to make you chuckle but at the same time, another thought crossed your mind.
"Huh? Who is Yn..." you suddenly asked but as you placed the question, the stranger had already left.

That's when the result of what you signed on his phone case just seconds ago, flashed back in your mind.
~ CLIFF HANGER
I'm sorry if this part is not as good as the previous ones!!
I was extremely sick these very last few days, so the sudden break that I took might've changed the way i write stories, a little bit!!