Second update for today!! Read LEVEL 23 first so you know why everyone's freaking out. :)
This part is dedicated to hanjunebin - thank you for supporting and reading this story :) :)
Media is poor Hanbin trying to protect his sister XD and some (double) sexy Jinhwan.
Enjoy!! XOXO
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I wake up groggy and with a vague recollection of the strange dream. It must have been set years ago the way we'd been carrying on with all the 'my lady' and 'dastardly'. Back when parents' word was law and daughters never left home until they'd found, or been found by, a suitable husband. Even now, sitting in my bed and looking around my modern room I can't shake the dread that had twisted around my heart every time I thought of my betrothed and how I was destined for a life of misery. But it was just a dream...that weirdly feels like an old memory. The familiarity of Hanbin; how my body already seems to know his and fits it perfectly. How my fingers love to twist into his hair. How I always feel as if we've been trying to find each other for so long. It's not possible. I shake the idea from my head almost as quickly as it forms. It was just a dream. There's no logical way Hanbin and I met way back in the day and I'm somehow remembering it now. I roll out of bed and move into the kitchen, but the dream is still playing in the back of my mind. Last night Hanbin had mentioned me telling him about hydrangeas while we had tea. I remember it now. The dark room and request for sugar. But hadn't that also been a dream? What about Meli's strange declarations about Hanbin? Can that somehow be related? What's really going on?
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I ask the doctor that exact question after regurgitating all of the visions, blackouts and dreams I can remember. Along with the short term memory loss and sudden bouts of not remembering why I'm even here and for how long I've been here.
"Stress", the doctor says without pausing, as if he'd already diagnosed me the moment I walk through the door.
"P-Pardon?" I stutter, taken aback.
"Everything you've just described to me is related to hysteria induced stress. How long have you been in Korea for?"
"That's what I'm saying", I gasp and allow a hint of frustration to reach my tone. "I can't remember! I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'm meant to be! What the classes I've been going to are for! I don't even know what country I'm from originally!"
The doctor holds up a hand, "Take a deep breath for me. Do you remember your parents?"
I draw in a breath and try to relax but thinking back to my parents only makes it worse. Their faces are slightly hazy but I can distinctly remember the gold furnishings of the room. The huge crystals which drip for the chandeliers and the intricate patterns painted both over the high walls and the marble pillars. My mum wears a gorgeous purple gown, skirt flowing in precisely the right direction to flaunt her curves while my dad sports a charcoal suit and purple tie. Tiny rhinestones sparsely cover both of their outfits. I scrunch my eyes shut in frustration, that can't be right. What sort of parents wear clothes like that? Whether in present day or past?
"No", I finally say flatly, "I have no idea."
Now the doctor looks concerned, chewing his bottom lip and studying me again with more interest than before.
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