compendium | bts x lovelyz

49 | forgotten

"She's awake!"

The moment my eyes slowly opened, voices yelling were suddenly clear to me. It was like they were cheering. For what, exactly?

I squinted because of the sudden light engulfing me. Blurry faces were hovering above me.

"Darling, you're awake!" the woman with a blurry face cried. Who was she?

"Do it slowly, honey. No need to rush. If your eyes couldn't handle it, just slowly close them," this time, a man softly said beside me.

After a moment of myself struggling to fully open my eyes, I finally got it. One by one, their faces became vivid to my eyes.

"M-Mom?" I croaked, my voice breaking because of my dry throat.

With tears in her eyes, she replied, "Yes, baby?"

I look to my side and saw my father grabbing a glass of water. "Drink this, honey," he said with a small smile on his face. He gently ruffled my hair.

I smiled at him. "T-Thanks, dad."

"I'm so glad your finally awake! We were so worried about you and your friends were also so worried. And J—"

"Why am I here?" I asked as I finished drinking water. I looked around and realized I was currently situated in a hospital room.

My parents exchanged looks before my dad asked, "You don't remember?"

I looked at them with utter confusion. "Remember what?"

They both looked at me with worried eyes. Why was I here? Did I fell sick?

"You were in an accident, Yein. Train accident on your way home to Incheon," my mom responded, her eyes gloomy. She ushered towards me to engulf me in her arms.

"What? Why would I be on a train on the way home when our break is still months later?" I retorted, staring at them confusedly.

It was ridiculous. They knew I couldn't go home to Incheon because college was a bitch. So, why would I be on a train on the way to my hometown? That was strange.

My mom looked at me with wide eyes. I slowly sat up, feeling curious as to why she gave me that reaction.

"Y-Yein darling, what year is this year?" she asked carefully, her stare at me never looking away.

"2017 of course. Come on, mom. You're—"

"Oh my god! Doc!" my mom suddenly cried. My dad sat on a chair beside my bed, his hands on his face. 

I was left to look at them feeling confused. Why were they reacting like this? Wasn't it the year 2017? How could they—

Oh.

Don't tell me...

A doctor went inside the room and my mom quickly told him about my...

"Doc, she thinks it's 2017!"

The doctor stared at me deeply. "Is that true, Miss Jeong?"

"Um...yes?"

Grabbing his clipboard, he then asked, "Do you remember where you went to highschool?"

I gave him a weird look. "Of course. I went to Incheon Haesong High School."

He went to look at my mom as if to confirm my answer and she eagerly nodded. He then proceeded to ask more questions.

"Do you remember your university?"

"Um, of course? Yonsei University."

"Do you remember graduating college?"

"What? I'm still on my third year!"

"Do you remember your close friends?"

"Yes. Sujeong, Jiyeon, Jisoo, and Mijoo."

"How about any relatives?"

"Aunt Jisun, Aunt Hyewon, Uncle Seongjeon."

"Any memorable childhood memory?"

"Well, I certainly remember falling from a tree when I was six."

"Then, do you remember a certain someone? Someone special, perhaps?"

His last two questions suddenly made me still. A special someone?

I had to laugh. Letting out a snort, I answered, "No one. If you're implying if I have a man, stop. I don't need a man."

Beside me, my dad stiffened before burying his face more. My mom then cried when she heard my answer.

Why were they being like this? It was weird. When I usually say something like that, my dad would smile and high five me. My mom would just roll her eyes and smile.

But now...

Don't fucking tell me...

No no no no no! No!

"Miss Jeong, unfortunately, you have selective amnesia. You remember only the memories from childhood until the two years ago. The rest, well, you sadly lost those memories."

I felt a tug in my heart when he said those last words. I lost them? 

Why did I feel like crying so hard? Why did I feel like yelling until my throat throbs? 

I didn't even know why tears suddenly welled up my eyes. 

Were those memories really that significant with the way my heart and my body grieved when they lost them?

I didn't know. I...was lost.

After talking with the doctor, my parents stayed for another hour until the nurse went to tell them they need to leave. Giving me tight hugs and kisses on my forehead, they went to leave.

Looking at the door, I slowly sat up—an unknown desire to leave my room came to me. I stood up gripping the IV stand before walking towards the door. 

Should I leave for just a moment? I badly needed fresh air.

I gripped the doorknob and turned it. Opening the door, a young man welcomed me. His hand upwards as if he was about to knock. His face went from confused to surprised when he saw my face.

"U-Uh...hi?"

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