Dream [ reader x hyunjin ]

2

"Where am I?" a soft male voice says in Korean.

The doctors and nurses look amongst themselves as if trying to figure out what this boy just said.

"We're in the hospital... There was an accident..."

Everyone looks at me as if I've just spoken some alien language that only the two of us know. I explain to them that we're speaking Korean and that it seems like he doesn't understand English that well.

He looks around the room but stops when his eyes land on me. The next words that come out of his mouth shock me...

"Who am I?"

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"It's called post-traumatic amnesia," the doctor explains to me.

"So what can we do? Amnesia isn't permanent right? How long will it last?"

"It can last anywhere from a few minutes to months."

I look over at the sleeping boy. For some reason, I feel like this is my fault. If I had just been more careful when crossing the street then he wouldn't be in this situation.

"We found his passport in his backpack. I take it that you've already deduced that he's from South Korea?"

"I did assume that was the case..."

"While you were sleeping, we showed him his passport, but it seems like he didn't recognize it. We'll keep an eye on him for a few more days and see if he starts to remember anything."

This situation is so strange to me. I can't imagine how scared he must be...

The doctor leaves the room and I go back to watching the show The King of Mask Singer.

I must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden I'm awoken by the sound of laughter. I look to my left and see my roommate laughing at whatever just happened in the show. Soon he notices my stare and stops laughing.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to wake you..." he says solemnly.

I sit up and rub the spot where my neck was so uncomfortably bent while I was sleeping.

"It's alright..."

Awkwardness fills the room so we both go back to watching the show.

After awhile he turns to me and says, "Excuse me..."

"Yeah?"

He looks nervous about whatever he's going to say.

"Perhaps, do you know me?"

"Uhh—-"

"I just... I figured since we were in an accident together... I just thought that maybe we were friends or something..."

"No."

He looks up surprised.

"No? So nobody here knows who I am?" 

"The doctor said they found your passport in your backpack."

"They did, but I couldn't remember anything."

He looks even more depressed now. I guess the possibility that I could be his friend had been comforting him.

He tries reaching for his backpack that's on the chair next to his bed. I can tell it's straining and hurting his leg.

"Wait!"

He freezes and looks at me.

I get out of my bed and yelp at the pain in my feet. Imagine stepping on hundreds of pins and needles... that's what this feels like.

"Are you ok!"

I wave my hand to dismiss his concern and I slowly walk over to the chair. I go to hand him his backpack, but I get distracted. Even with the bandage on his head, I can tell he is handsome. Too handsome. His eyes have a gleam to them and his jawline is so—

"Uhh- hello?"

He brings me back to reality and I immediately let go of his backpack. It falls and lands on his leg. His face gets red and he groans in pain.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!"

By now I'm completely freaking out.

"What in the world is going on?" My uncle says as he sets a bag of takeout on the table in-between our beds.

A nurse comes in the room to check on us and to take the bandage off his head. She suggests I get back in bed before one of us gets hurt again.

Time passes as I eat the food my uncle brought and the nurse leaves the room. Against my better judgment, I look over at him and immediately choke on a piece of sweet and sour chicken.

His black hair-  How can a human being be this good-looking?!?

"Uncle, are you sure I didn't hit my head too hard in the accident?"

"What?" He looks at me, completely oblivious to the inner struggle I'm going through right now.

"Never mind," I say as I go back to eating my food.

After eating dinner with my uncle and talking about how the shop is being handled with my absence, he leaves a few books for me to read and then heads back home.

My roommate - I should really learn his name - dumps the contents of his backpack on his bed and starts looking through his stuff. He looks through his passport while whispering something that I can't make out...

"What did you say?"

"Hyunjin." He looks at me. "My name is Hwang Hyunjin."

Hyunjin?

"Oh yeah- I was gonna ask you this earlier. What's your name?"

"Y/n... my name is y/n."