"Hey lady"
"Does this feel like a dream?"
"I can't believe it, I'm so confused..."
"That's right"
"Yeah... I really don't know."
"Isn't this a dream?"
"Is the you I'm seeing right now real..?"
"I really can't believe it, and it seems like a lie."
"It's reality... I'm here."
"I am the one who loves you, Yeoju."
Dokyeom says he loves me.
Why don't I remember? I want to get my memories back.
"You don't have to force yourself to remember."
"In my dreams, I was so happy being with you."
"Even if you don't remember me, I remember you."
"I thought that would be enough..."
Listening to him, my heart ached, and I felt overwhelmed by an inexplicable emotion. When was the last time I felt so heartbroken seeing someone grieve?
And it was even more painful that I was the one who was grieving.
Dokyeom said he would explain everything that had happened, step by step. I was afraid of what he'd say, but I wanted to know everything. Why on earth did this happen?
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(past)
"Seokmin-ah, haha, is this when you were young?"
"So cute lol"
"Ah, Choi Yeo-ju!"
"When did you take my elementary school yearbook?"
"Why~ You're cute"
"It's exactly the same as now!"
"No... It's better now!"
"Hahahahaha, yeah, yeah, you're cuter now"
"of course!"
"You shouldn't say that to other men!!"
"why?"
"Why! I'm jealous"
"Okay, okay, lol"
((Dokyeom's point of view))
We first met in our third year of middle school and quickly became close because we had a lot in common. As we went to the same high school, we became even closer and became indispensable to each other.
We did everything together, and even if we did something together, people around us would often say things like, "We look good together," or "When are we dating?" Actually, I didn't hate those reactions.
Around the time we were in our third year of high school, we, like other high school seniors, were worried and worried about which university to go to. Since we loved singing and dancing, we wanted to go to the Department of Practical Music or Practical Dance.
We both worked hard to improve our skills, and we were able to attend the same university, and our connection never ended. After I became a college student, I wanted to pursue a more diverse path, so I changed my name to 'Do-gyeom', which my wife recommended. I really liked it and it was a wonderful name.
Time passed like that, and the college graduation season was approaching. We practiced day and night for the graduation exam, and after successfully passing the exam, we graduated, marking the end of our college life.
After graduating, we were given the golden opportunity to join our dream dance team. However,
We are in despair.
To be precise, I felt like I had lost everything.
We wanted to go on a trip together for the first time with the little money we had saved up from working part-time, and on the first day of our trip, we got on the bus with excited hearts.
We had lived 24 years without any car accidents, but for the first time in our lives, we had an accident.
That too, a bus overturn accident.
The bus was barely occupied, with only the seats occupied, and no one was standing. However, a dump truck, strangely lurching in the opposite direction, couldn't keep up, crossed the center line, and slammed into our bus. The bus collided with the cars behind it, capsizing with a loud crash.
As a result, many people inside the bus were injured and in severe cases, some lost their lives.
Fortunately, Yeoju and I survived, and we were both taken to the hospital for treatment. However, Yeoju suffered a head injury, and for quite some time, I didn't see her beautiful eyes open.
Time flew by so relentlessly, and a year had already passed. I stayed by Yeoju's side every single day, praying every moment for her to wake up. The thought that if I hadn't suggested we go on this trip, the accident that day wouldn't have happened to me tormented me.
A year passed, and I worked part-time and danced hard for Yeoju. As usual, after dinner, I went to Yeoju's hospital room and told her about my day and told her where I wanted to go when she woke up.
The next day, I went to the hospital as usual, and when I entered the hospital room, I was so shocked that I almost screamed.
The heroine woke up.
I approached her, taking in those pretty eyes that I hadn't seen in a very long time.
But what made me more desperate were the heroine's eyes and words that didn't recognize me.
"Who are you, hugging me?"
"Do you know me?"
"Could you please untie this?"
"uh..?"
"My lady..."
"You don't recognize me..?"
"Ha, I don't know."
"I don't know why I'm in the hospital, but I need to go home."
I don't know why she was so stubborn about going home, but she didn't recognize me and seemed like a completely different person.
I couldn't bring myself to tell her there that I love her and that you are the only precious person who knows me better than anyone else. I was worried that maybe because of me, the female protagonist would suffer another unfortunate accident like this, and I even wondered if she would be okay without me by her side.
So, in a short period of time, I made a promise, perhaps useless. If the heroine couldn't remember me without difficulty, I would disappear so she could live on, forgetting about me...
First of all, before disappearing, the female protagonist was with her so that she could hear the doctor's opinion and that a year had passed, and it seemed that the female protagonist was not able to accept this situation well.
It was hard for me to see the female protagonist with such a painful expression, so I discharged her from the hospital and took her home, as she wanted to go home quickly. When I tested to see how much of her memory had been lost, I was the only one who was erased from her memory.
Despite my previous vows, I still loved Yeoju and longed to see her. I tried to distance myself from her, but I couldn't bear it. So, I searched for work from afar, even if it meant secretly supporting her, and I helped her in every way, both materially and spiritually.
Because the female protagonist did not recognize me and was very cautious, I avoided meeting her face to face and helped her for more than two or three months. She started working part-time, and it seemed like she was gradually recovering and working hard at her job.
He continued to help her, but now that she was able to solve the problem on her own, he left a message telling me that he didn't need to help her anymore, and he completely distanced himself from her.
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I tried to unravel the past, but it seems like the story is going off the rails🫠