Are you Park Tae-hyung?

00. Are you Park Tae-hyung?

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※Please note that this contains profanity.※

What the hell. Where am I?When I woke up, I saw a pink ceiling before my eyes. This room, painted entirely in pink, was incredibly masculine. The pink paint was so irritating that my eyes hurt, but looking at the countless workbooks crammed tightly into the pink bookshelf, my expression crumpled in a delightful way. I got out of bed and went to the mirror, but my head was pounding and I couldn't remember anything. Not even who I was...

"What are these tacky horn-rimmed glasses?"

I looked into my full-length mirror with a pink frame, and there I was, standing awkwardly, wearing horn-rimmed glasses that made me look like a country bumpkin. Looking in the mirror, the glasses and my clothes were so jarring that I took them off, threw open the closet door, and put them back on.

"Huh? Are these human clothes? This is so childish."

The clothes hanging in the closet were so childish that I wondered if they were really clothes. There was a picture of a mouse standing on two legs (Mickey Mouse) on one of the clothes, and there was a large picture of a blue cat without ears (Doremon) on a sweatshirt. The clothes in the closet were so manly that I couldn't wear them. Surely these aren't my clothes? Crash-!

"Park Yeo-ju!! That's right, that's right. Hey, you bitch, how can a kid who usually goes to school at dawn be late?"

"Ah! It hurts so bad! Ah, why are you hitting me!...."

"Hey, you're sleeping at home when you should be at school. You're even using curse words you never use. Yeoju, are you sick?"

"Woah, who's the heroine? ..What is she late for?"

"What? Are you really sick somewhere?

Who is the heroine? She's been talking about "Yeoju, Yeoju" all this time. Suddenly, a woman burst through the door and came in, beating me mercilessly. I stammered, afraid I'd get hit again by that woman.Oh, ma'am, who are you?The woman's expression crumpled as if she was dumbfounded by my question. Then, she thrust a familiar face toward me.

"Why, why are you like that?"

"My lady."

"why."

"Today isn't April Fool's Day."

"Huh? What is that?"

"You little punk. Are you getting revenge on me for joking around on April Fool's Day and saying I'd give you 500,000 won if you cleaned up? Even so, what daughter would take revenge on her mother like she had amnesia?"

"No, wait, wait."

Why is that lady my mother?It was strange. The woman who had been acting like my mother and nagging me since earlier. Now that I think about it, who is my mother? Who am I? She's been acting like a womanizer since earlier. Who am I, really?

"Ma'am, do you know me?"

"..."

"No, and where is this place?"

"Yeoju... It's not you... right?"

"What, what is it?"

"No, it's not. Amnesia... It's a joke. Right?"

"..."

"It's stress-induced amnesia."

"Stressed?"

"Yes. Have you been shocked or had any major incidents recently?"

"No. The female lead is so bright and timid. I didn't feel that at all..."

It was amnesia. Not recognizing my mother, no, not knowing who I was, was all due to amnesia. My mind was so confused, I could barely move. Could that person be my mother? Am I Baek Yeo-ju? Why did I lose my memory? Countless thoughts swirled through my head.

"Oh, ma'am, no, mom..."

"That's right, heroine, I'm your mother. Why do you remember?"

"I'm Baek... Yeoju?"

"My lady..."

"Yeah, Mom..."

"It's not Baek, it's Park."

"ah."

My mom, her face piercing with seriousness, spoke with a piercing intensity. I pricked up my ears, wondering what was going on. She told me my name was Park Yeo-ju. The doctor, who had been watching us from the sidelines, seemed to be holding back laughter at my mom's serious yet humorous answer. The doctor seemed eager to quickly wrap up this already humorous situation.

"I'll prescribe you some medicine, so take it regularly. If anything goes wrong, you can come back to the hospital then."

"Park Yeo-ju... Yeo-ju, what kind of child were you? Looking at my personality now, I think I was a bit kind..."

"Oh my, I lost my memory and became a total idiot."

"You're telling me to go back to my daughter? I heard your daughter had a memory leak for a moment, but what do you mean by mother? Back to my daughter? What's back to my daughter?"

This kid's personality has changed completely. Until yesterday, he didn't even talk to me.When I got home, my mom started telling me all about what kind of kid I was. But she had to know something. When I tried to explain what kind of kid I was, my mom just mumbled, “Did Yeo-ju like strawberries?” Don’t you think she doesn’t know me enough to be my mom?

"Mom, I'll just take care of it. I'm going to school."

"Wait a minute, Yeoju. Park Yeoju!!"

I thought it would be better to live my life according to my own feelings rather than just listening to my mother who knew nothing, so I packed my bag and headed to school.

"..."

"Should I clear my head?"

A pretty girl with a sly face stares at me, saying that she doesn't look like Park Yeo-ju. Does she know me?

"This is absolutely ridiculous."

"what"

"Are you really having amnesia? Really?"

"What? How do you know? Are you close to me?"

"Wow... You really don't know me?"

This is the first time I've ever encountered such a frustrating person. For the past 30 minutes, he's been staring at me, asking if I don't know him, and when I deny it, he'll tell me who he is. It's a situation where I'd be completely lost if I searched for him. It was then.ah!!As my head started to pound, a name flashed through my mind.``Taehyung``Something felt off. It felt like a clue that would help me find my memories...

"hey"

"Yeah, heroine."

"Are you close to me?"

"Yeah. Wow, it's safe. There's really no way to express our relationship in words."

"Then help me."

"Okay. I'm Lee Ji-eun."

I think I need to find that kid named Taehyung. He's not just floating around in my head for no reason. Lee Ji-eun, right? Lee Ji-eun, maybe this rascal was my friend. If she's a friend, wouldn't she help me find my memories? I dragged Lee Ji-eun to the bathroom to find Taehyung.

"Hey. Didn't you say so?"

"Yeah. Your best friend Lee Ji-eun!!"

"Yeah. Be quiet. Do you know Taehyung?"

"Taehyung? Ah. That guy.."

"What? Who are you?"

"He is someone you can't mess with."

"what?"

A being that shouldn't be touched? Is he some kind of god? Lee Ji-eun's expression seemed a bit serious for some reason. The look in her eyes as she looked at me seemed so serious. What's with that Taehyung guy that he's making such a fuss about? It's not my concern whether he's a good guy or a bad guy. I just need to know where he is. That way, I think I'll regain my memories.

"So where is he?"

"Why is that?"

"Are you going to help me?"

"You have to be careful. If you really get caught once, you'll be dead."

"It's okay. I win."

"You're cool, heroine."

"That's enough for today. I'll start looking tomorrow."

"I will follow you, my lady."

"Don't overdo it."

"Eek!! Lady... what happened?"

"Why? Not really?"

"No. You... are so pretty."

Honestly, this isn't even something I did. I just changed my old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses to contact lenses, shortened my skirt to below my knees, and let down my hair, which was tied up in a ponytail, and put it in a bun. What kind of girl was I that my friend would be so shocked by something like this? Park Yeo-ju, what kind of girl were you?

"Yeoju. But why are you looking for him?"

"Taehyung? I think he'll help me get my memories back."

"Him? Why... You're not even close."

"Just. I don't remember anything else, but the name Taehyung remains in my memory."

"why..? "

"Well... I don't know."

I don't know. I'll find out when I find out.. Ji-eun and I decided to go find Tae-hyung after lunch and entered the classroom with serious expressions on our faces. Tae-hyung, just wait. I'll find you.

Once I entered the classroom, I couldn't concentrate even after class began. Taehyung... Taehyung, Taehyung. Taehyung. What's his last name? I can't call someone I've just met by their last name. I was so curious that I woke up Lee Ji-eun, who was dozing off right in front of me.

"Hey. Lee Ji-eun. Lee Ji-eun!"

"Why...you...lord"

"Don't sleep and listen. What is the last name of the kid named Taehyung?"

"Taehyung? Oh, that guy, what's his last name? Park Taehyung?"

"Park Taehyung?"

"I don't know. I want to sleep."

"Park Tae-hyung... Wait a minute, I'll show you how scary the flapping of a small dragonfly's wings can be."

"Little butterfly. Lady."

"Oh. Right, the butterfly. That one."

You said that kid named Park Taehyung was scary, right? If that's how scary he is, then I'm a tiger...

"Park Yeo-ju. Come out and solve it."

"yes?"

"Come out and let me know."

"Oh. Me? Uh, yeah. What?"

I was having a wild imagination when my history teacher suddenly came out and asked me to solve the puzzle. My face crumpled. But I forced myself to relax and walked over to the blackboard. "How did people in the Mesolithic Age communicate?" (Question) What? Why is this a problem? How could they possibly communicate...

"Teacher...I have the correct answer."

"Yeah. What is it?"

"Mesolithic people used to talk like this (I'm sure)."

This is 100% clear. If it's the Mesolithic Age, then it must be Uga-u, right? I was confidently saying to myself, "Aja, aja." But why are they laughing? I turned around from staring at the blackboard, and the kids sitting at their desks were belly-laughing. Even Lee Ji-eun, who had been sleeping just a moment ago, was laughing.

"What, what? Why are you laughing?"

"Crazy, this normal guy really doesn't know lol"

When I asked why they were laughing, the classmates just laughed even harder, and I felt a strange discomfort. It felt like they were laughing at me.

"My lady. I know you have amnesia, but... I didn't know you'd actually erase all your memories."

"What... do you remember?"

"You were top of the class. But now you've become a complete idiot..."

"Wow... top student in the whole school. No. Why was Park Yeo-ju so good at studying? I'm not good at it."

"You're the one who gave it to me."

"Oh. That's right."

The kids burst into laughter again at my stupid question. No, they've been laughing and making me feel bad since earlier. It's a pain in the neck for no reason. Feeling defeated and empty, I grumbled and went back to my seat. It's okay. Yeoju, you just need to find Park Taehyung.

"Hey, it's lunch time! Let's go eat."

"Lee Ji-eun. Are you ready?"

"Yes, ma'am! I've had enough to eat."

"No, Park Tae-hyung."

"Ah. That's ready too. Let's go, heroine."

Lee Ji-eun and I made a firm resolution and entered the cafeteria.Look at this, Yeoju. It's awesome. Today's chicken rice 8ㅁ8Lee Ji-eun and I, hungry, picked up our plates and spoons. "Mr. Lee, why are we serving chicken and rice on the day we kill Park Tae-hyung? This is a big question. Chicken and rice or Park Tae-hyung?" (Chi-bap: short for chicken and rice)

"Lee Ji-eun, let's eat today and start looking tomorrow."

Of course it's chicken rice. Wow, even if you forget everything else, you'll never forget the memory of food. Yeoju, I'm so proud of you. As soon as I received the chicken rice, I tried to take Lee Ji-eun to the empty seat. My mouth is watering again for no reason.

"Lee Ji-eun, come quickly..ah!"

"Oh, shit."

"Ugh, no. My chicken rice."

I turned around to call out to Lee Ji-eun, but I ended up head-butting some guy. Because of that, all my food ended up on his clothes. Meanwhile, Lee Ji-eun, far away, wide-eyed, backed away with an apologetic expression. Traitorous bitch.

"Sorry, I'll pay for the laundry after class."

"..."

"As you can see, my boss has passed away. So, for my own good, can you just close your eyes and let it go? Okay?"

"..."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Laundry fees. Is there anything else?"

Huh? Is there anything better than laundry? What the hell is this? I frowned and scratched my head.

"..."

"For example, what was your phone number?"

"huh?"

What the hell is this nonsense? A phone number? Could it be him...

"You can't believe it's me..."

"..."

"Do you doubt it?"

"what?"

"That's right, you just asked for my number because you were worried I wouldn't pay your laundry bill."

"...really.."

This is 100% true. Right now, he's looking incredulous that I'm giving him laundry money after class. Even so, I'm not that bad of a guy. I was suddenly angry, and suddenly remembered Park Tae-hyung as an analogy.

"Hey. I'm not as bad as you think."

"Are you stupid?"

"What? Idiot? I told you I'm not a bad kid. You keep misunderstanding and calling me an idiot."

"..."

"Who did such a vulgar thing, Taehyung? Why do only those kids with a reputation as punks do such things?"

But somehow, the atmosphere felt strange. The moment I mentioned those two letters, "Taehyung," the cafeteria suddenly became completely quiet. Lee Ji-eun twirled her fingers around the side of her head, as if to ask if I was crazy. "What the hell is going on with everyone?" I asked, wondering why, and when I looked around, a female student who had been staring at me began to whisper.This guy is crazy, he's 100% Taehyung's faultTaehyung? Who? Taehyung is here... No way. It's not him, right?

"A kid named Taehyung."

"..."

"Is that the handsome guy?"

That's right. That was Park Taehyung. Realizing that the boy who had spilled food in front of me was Park Taehyung made sense. Lee Ji-eun avoiding me, the kids whispering about me. Everything.

"...really"

"..."

"you are"

"..."

"Is this Park Tae-hyung?"

"Yeah, I'm Park Taehyung, okay? Park Taehyung?"

Wow... I almost fainted. Just like Lee Ji-eun said, her force was no joke. In a word, Jo On-na is scary. Oh, Park Yeo-ju. You shouldn't suddenly get scared again.

"Ahahahaha. Taehyung haha"

"I think you're mistaken. I'm not Park Taehyung."

"Take care."

"? Hey, hey hey!! Where are you going!!"

Yeah, no, of course I see it as a situation where you can be nervous. Yeoju, you did a good job. I left a message for Park Taehyung to take care and ran off towards Lee Ji-eun. When Lee Ji-eun saw me approaching, she motioned for me to follow her quickly.

"Hehehe..hehe."

"Hoohoo... This is so hard."

"Yeoju, run, it's so slow."

"Lee Ji-eun, I absolutely did not run away because I was scared..."

"Yeah, but why is your body shaking?"

"..."

After running so hard, I feel like I've aged ten years. Wow, Park Tae-hyung. I just don't want to remember. Lee Ji-eun panted, catching her breath, and opened her mouth.

"Yeonju, you're totally caught."

"I have to meet you again to pay the laundry fee. This is a nightmare."