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(BTS) Yoongi (Suga)//Remember

This is based off of "Mockingjay pt.2" but not really.

"You yanking me by the tie and kissing me, real or fake?"

"Real"
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I carefully glanced at my clipboard:

Patient's Name: Min Yoongi

Condition: Memory Conjunction

Time Spent in Facility: 4 Weeks

Notes: Sleeps a lot

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I pulled open the door to be greeted with a bleached blonde sitting on the edge of the bed staring past me. I couldn't help but notice how tired he looks even after sleeping so much. "Hello, Yoongi-ah, I'm Nurse Lee; I'll be taking care of you for now on." 'Okay, good introduction Lee Y/N.' The blonde snapped out of his trance only to fall back into it. 'They weren't kidding when they said he was anti-social.' I sighed and sat beside him. He seemed shocked by this action and scooted away slightly. I had dealt with difficult patients before (refusal to eat, sleep, you name it) and the only way to actually help them is to understand them.

"Hey Yoongi-ah," I called out to him. He turned his head, and after a second of no response, I assumed he wanted me to continue. "You don't have to answer this, but why are you here?"

His eyes widened as I saw a traumatic look upon his face. We stayed silent for a couple of minutes until I decided to open up to him first. I told him about how I became a nurse for a mental institution for my mother: who went through an extreme mental state after my father left. I wiped my eyes of the build up of tears as I grabbed my clipboard and stood up. "Look, Yoongi. I know you've been through all kinds of nurses, one after another, but you don't have to shut everyone out. I'm not planning on giving up anytime soon, so please don't shut me out." I made my way to the door, but before I could open the door, a voice spoke up.

"I'm here because my memories were tampered with when I was in an accident. I can't determine what's real or fake," he explained. "That's why I don't socialize with people; good or bad, my mind jumbles them up to be someone they aren't. Nurses grew tired of having to deal with me, so they kept passing me around, leading me to you. I know who you are, Lee Y/N. Back in senior year, we met," he stated.

I was shocked at the fact he knew me; the memories immediately started flooding in.

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Senior year is finally almost over!! I slammed my locker open oblivious to the boys walking with his friends. I heard a hard thump and met eyes with a scrunched up face on the ground. "Omo!! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Aishh, I'm so clumsy!" I started panicking and lifted him to his feet. "Oh my god! You're bleeding! I have to take you to the nurse." I took his arm and dragged him across the halls to the nurse's office.

Since Nurse Choi was on lunch break, I had to treat the boy's injury. I grabbed the first aid kit off the shelf and pushed him into a chair. The silence was a little too tense, so I took this as my advantage to get to know him since he was sparking my interests.. a little. "So, what's your name?" I asked as I took out the rubbing alcohol out of the tin kit.

"Min Yoongi, but a lot of my friends call me Suga."

"Suga?...as in Sugar? Why do they call you that?" I asked out of curiosity.

"..because I'm pale as sugar."

I stifled a giggle from his comment as he let out a hiss from the alcohol on his cut.

"Yah! Stop squirming around; I'm trying to clean your injury, so you don't get it infected!" I leaned forward trying to wipe his forehead.

"I wouldn't be squirming if it didn't hurt so much," he grumbled.

"Aish, You'd think having your nickname as 'Suga' would make you sweet, but you're so stubborn," I rolled my eyes as he kept squirming under my touch. I wiped any excess alcohol that may have gotten elsewhere and chose a pink Band-Aid to stick on the cut. However, Suga wouldn't stay still. "Can't you stop moving?"

"Aniyo! You think I want to walk around with a pink Band-Aid on my forehead? Pick another color!" he dodged my hands again.

I pouted,"BUT YOU WOULD LOOK MORE CUTE WITH A PINK ONE! C'MON YOONGI-AH LIVE UP TO YOUR NICKNAME, SUGA." He continued to dodge my hands, and I finally decided enough was enough; he was going to wear that pink Band-Aid whether he liked it or not. I got up and straddled him. He froze for a second and we locked eyes; what seemed like hours was only minutes. He leaned in closing his eyes while I did the same. I then snuck the Band-Aid on his forehead and leaned back, dodging his kiss. His eyes snapped open as his lips did not meet with mine. He looked disappointed and was about to get up, but I pushed him back down, grabbed his school tie, and pulled him down to my level kissing him.
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"S-Suga?"

"Ne, it's me."

I turned around and immediately went to go hug him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I placed my head in the crook of his neck. "Omo..I never thought I would see you again," I said while in his embrace.

"Me too...I didn't think we'd meet like this though," he broke the hug and scratched his neck.

"I'm just glad that I got to see you again," I stated.

5 Weeks Later
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I walked into Yoongi's room excited to tell him the news we've been waiting for ever since we started getting closer again. "Jagiya..wake up," I cooed. I watched as Yoongi roll to the other side and groan a 'what'. I cleared my throat as if I was an announcer for the super bowl,"Min Yoongi, as of today, you have passed the standard of improving your mental condition, and we congratulate you on your release." His eyes widened as he sat up and pulled me into a hug and kiss.

"I never thought this day would come," his voice croaked as I felt tears wetting my clothes. I started crying as well, but that soon stopped as Yoongi pulled away and brushed my tears off. "You know what I want to do right after I get out of here?" he asked grinning.

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and asked what.

"I want to take you out on our official non-hospital date," he said.

I then sat down next to him and hugged him tightly,"I would love that."