"can anyone explain who this seokmin guy is and why he keeps calling and messaging me?" wonwoo let out an exhausted sigh, shutting off his phone and refusing the call once again.
he leaned back in his couch and stared at the other occupants in his room. soonyoung and jisoo had gone out to do groceries, while jeonghan, seungcheol and the three strangers whose names appeared to be junhui, hansol and chan, stayed inside his house.
the doctor had told him he'd woken up after his accident with amnesia, though wonwoo didn't notice a single thing from what appeared to be his memory loss. if they could explain where he had met these three strangers and this seokmin guy it might clear things up, but they refused to give a proper explanation.
yet still, he kept his bracelet around his wrist. for some reason a sudden wave of guilt crashed onto him when he tried taking it off. he just couldn't understand what it was. life had been so confusing for the past three days, where his friends had basically moved into his place to guard him twenty-four seven.
"i can't fucking handle this no longer, i'm going to mingyu." hansol got up from the couch, only to be stopped by jeonghan who jumped up as well.
there it was again. that strangely familiar name. it's just that i can't remember where i've ever heard it.
"you can't just barge him in here, what if wonwoo suddenly remembers all the things he'd done to him. use that stupid brain of yours and don't make such foolish decisions." jeonghan scolded him, holding a tight grip on his wrist for hansol to stay in place.
"isn't that the whole goal we're trying to reach? look i know it's hard for you to understand since you haven't met seokmin. but i'm not doing this for mingyu. i'm only doing this for seokmin." jeonghan couldn't argue with that. memories of wonwoo talking about the buddy he made, who previously never made any friends and had quite a tragic past, convinced him to release his grip on hansol.
"only for seokmin. i won't let that asshole hurt wonwoo again." jeonghan let go, watching hansol hurry out of the house.
"babe, are you sure we're making the right decision?" seungcheol asked once jeonghan plopped back in his previous seat on the couch, feeling how his angel crawled against him once again.
"i think it's the right thing to do. if there's anyone he should remember, it would most likely be mingyu." jeonghan explained his statement, being certain of it.
"babe." chan made a disgusted noise after mocking seungcheol's words and recieved an annoyed glare from jeonghan on an instant, as the two still bickered constantly. in a playful manner of course.
"watch your words young man!"
"excuse me? stop calling me that, bitch!"
wonwoo rolled his eyes and got up from the couch, making his way upstairs. of course he loved his friends, but he just couldn't stand their noise right now. he had to take a break for his own sake..
when he reached his room he dropped on the bed and stared up at his ceiling. wonwoo just couldn't understand what was wrong with him and why his friends had to surround him constantly. if the amnesia didn't bother him, then why did they have to make such a big deal out of it.
his eyes wandered off to his nightstand, where an antique large book lay untouched. a weird tingling sensation went through his fingertips when he reached for the book, brushing over the old brown cover of it.
fairy tales?
he hadn't read this book in ages, as far as he could remember he had been six the last time he touched it. then why wasn't it in its usual place on the bookshelf.
wait. a memory. warmth. arms. golden hair. "did you like the story?" though he couldn't hear a response as it only came out muffled. he couldn't even see the face, his memory being one big blurry mess.
the only detail that seemed clear, was that oddly familiar scent. so manly yet sweet. so, safe.
"wonwoo?" the called boy came back to senses and looked up, the sudden memory slowly fading away.
"hey, junhui right?" wonwoo asked carefully, being glad he remembered the boys name at this point.
"is it okay if i come in? i can come back later it isn't very urgent!" though wonwoo knew he needed some space, he accepted the boy inside and let him sit next to him on his bed. "so, i have something i want to show you. jeonghan will probably murder me when he finds out but i can't take it anymore."
wonwoo was surprised by how he got straight to the point, but nodded. "i won't tell jeonghan, i promise." he assured the boy who pulled out his phone and looked for the specific thing he was about to show wonwoo.
"see this?" wonwoo's eyes grew at least thrice its size when his eye landed on the photo being shown.
"is that me..?" he asked carefully, not being completely certain of it as his face was turned away and he only recognized himself by his curly hair.
"that's you, and see that guy next to you?" wonwoo looked and saw a handsome guy with golden hair next to him in the photo. his face was clearly visible as the two boys lay together on a beach on two separate towels. the particularly broad guy had his fingers intertwined with wonwoo's curls. "his name is mingyu, doesn't that sound familiar?"
there it was again. that name. but i can't seem to remember where i've heard it..
"i've sneaked this photo from the two of you at our vacation, three weeks ago." junhui explained, making wonwoo inspect the photo with even more care, just to remember or feel something.
"but.. that's impossible, i've just been at home." wonwoo had absolutely no clue on how to feel about it, though still he seemed to notice something oddly familiar.
that warm manly scent, he remembered when he touched the book, was still there. it was as if something long forgotten, was slowly coming back.
but wonwoo's intuition told him, he might not be ready for what was about to come..
