Scarf, Memory Loss
Title: Scarf
Author: blanc-hiver (Hiver)
Rating: PG 13 Pairing: Taeyang/G-Dragon, Seungri/Daesung
Genre: Angst, Romance, Humour
Disclaimer: Big Bang is not mine *cries*
Summary: Dong Youngbae is sitting on a bench under the glowering light of lamppost. It is late at night and he decides to go home, if a hazy figure doesn't suddenly come in view and collapse in the middle of the street, injured.
Hiver's note: At last! Chapter 2! Sorry for taking so long! I have government test this week and tires me out *collapses* Now that it's weekend, I can write ^o^ Enjoy~
(chapter 1 is REVISED)
Scarf
Chapter 2: Memory Loss
“You don’t remember?” Dong Youngbae asked with brows furrowed. The atmosphere within the room condensed that he felt the air was hardly breathable. He stared at the man in the eye, apprehension tugging on him. He was expecting for an answer-an answer that contradicts his assumption-but the bewilderment across the man’s face smashed his hope to pieces.
“I don’t-ugh--” The dark-haired man sat paralysed, clenching his jaw at the pain that he had been holding throughout his body. His muscles ached at each movement, as if he were a mannequin who coerced its disability to move. Setting down the glass, Youngbae rushed to his aid, gently relaxing his tense muscles and slowly placed him back to lying position.
“You were hit by a motorcycle! Sort of, I guess. But anyway, Gaesoon told us that the day after the ‘accident’ your muscles will be sore that you can barely move.” Youngbae stated nervously. Why was he nervous? “So lie down.”
The newcomer obeyed -not that he had a choice-with overwhelming confusion and panic, his eyes roving over the room. Youngbae felt his heart thumping against his chest. He simply didn’t know how to respond the man’s upcoming questions. Youngbae shuffled his hands behind him, standing uncomfortably as to wait for the man’s response. Finally, after approximately eight seconds, the man looked at him frustratingly. “Where am I?” was his first question. Followed by “Who are you?” and “Why can’t I remember a thing?” and “Do I know you?” and so on. Clearly, Youngbae was speechless.
“Stop!” He covered the man’s mouth with his hand-startling the smaller man. “Wait, okay? Just stay there for a moment.” And he ran off, glimpsing his way before turning around the corner. Scampering to his roommate’s bedroom, he found Seung-hyun fast asleep on his bed. He prodded the man’s shoulder impatiently. Seung-hyun stirred. He mumbled in irritation, “What?”
Youngbae kicked his butt. “Just wake up!”
“What for, stupid?” Seung-hyun was not much of a morning person.
“That kid’s got amnesia!”
“Go away…”
Youngbae kicked him again, this time harder.
“Oh my goodness-sheesh! What the heck is your problem!?”
“Seung-hyun, I’m not kidding! That kid’s the real issue! And he started bombarding me with all these questions. How the heck am I supposed to answer!? So, wake UP!” He pulled Seung-hyun out of the bed by force. Seung-hyun grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Youngbae,” he rubbed his eyes, “Are you into Korean dramas lately? You know, the ones with sick people in it. Amnesia, for one?”
“Never.” Youngbae dragged Seung-hyun out the room. He took the sleepy older man into the living room beside the couch, facing him with the injured man.
“I’m gonna wake DaeDae and Seungri,” was all Youngbae said before he sped off.
Seung-hyun stared into blankness, then to the smaller man. Just when he was about to ask who he was, the smaller man shot him a distrustful look. Seung-hyun licked his lips. Squinting, he tried to figure out who the man was.
“What are you looking at?” The amnesiac snapped. “Who are you?” Ah, it was the man from yesterday, Seung-hyun mused. He looked at the man closely, from top to bottom. He saw him painfully try to sit up instead of lying. His movement, he noticed, was sexy. And man he had a nice body. Seung-hyun smirked. He helped the man sit (although the man was reluctant) and rearranging the pillows so he would sit comfortably. He wiped the sweat off his forehead saw his embarrass expression in amusement.
“Hi, my name is Seung-hyun,” he introduced, “Nice to meet you.” He extended his right hand in a friendly gesture. The man refused to accept his attempt of mutual handshake. Seung-hyun lowered his hand, unaffected. “I guess you also forgot about courtesy. Amnesia is such a bothersome thing…” He trailed off. This kid’s gonna cause more trouble than they could afford.
The younger man raised an eyebrow. “Amnesia?”
“Yes, amnesia. A condition in which memory is disturbed or lost,” Seung-hyun explained. The kid bit his bottom lip and pouted exasperatingly.
“I know what that means!” He retorted. “Stop treating me like I’m stupid!”
“I never think you are.” Seung-hyun stated matter-of-factly. The man felt taken aback. He looked away and tried to remember everything. Seung-hyun only observed. The kid might cause trouble but he sure will be entertaining to watch. The smaller man released a heavy sigh and looked back at Seung-hyun.
“Where am I? Why am I here?” He questioned, a tired, troubled look on his face. “Who’s the nervous guy I saw before?”
“The guy you saw is Youngbae.” Seung-hyun paused, hearing the sudden rush from the front door. “This is our apartment.” Then he looked up, relieved to see his friends present. “Took you a long time.”
Seungri panted, he propped his hands on his knees, catching for breath. “Sorry, hyung! I overslept!” He rubbed the back of his head and bowed apologetically. Daesung did the same, but said nothing. Both of them had tired eyes. Must be sleeping late yesterday.
Daesung caught a glimpse of the sitting man. “Ah, you’re awake!” He grinned and crouched beside him. Ignoring the flinch the man gave, he stretched his hand for a handshake. “Daesung, nice to see you!”
The man was confused. This person didn’t seem threatening at all. He wondered if he should grasp the man’s hand or not. Fortunately, Daesung let his hand fall before the man could stretch his own.
“And I’m Seungri!” He turned his gaze to the more cheerful person. He grinned and took his hand impulsively for a handshake. The man’s eyes widened but unable to protest because the person -Seungri-quickly broke the handshake. “And yours is?” He asked innocently.
The man looked down once again, trying to remember. In vain.
“He doesn’t remember.” The man’s ear twitched. He glanced to the direction of the voice. It was the first person he saw. Youngbae, wasn’t it?
“What do you mean?” Seungri asked.
“Amnesia?” Daesung queried.
Youngbae nodded. He rubbed his brows and sat down on the nearest sofa. “I know you have so many things to ask,” He gazed at him, “but let’s not hurry too much.” Youngbae smiled.
Seung-hyun stood the furthest. He hummed in meditation as he tilted his head. “We need to take him to the hospital.” Everyone stared at him, especially the said man. It was a look of approval. They all agreed to that. The amnesiac, however, was still desperate of the unanswered questions.
He said, “I need an explanation.”
“Yes, you do.” Youngbae gave a curt nod. The room then fell into silence, confused by what to start. To break the silence, Daesung said, “I’m going to make tea. Seungri, could you carry two chairs from the kitchen for both of us to sit on?” Seungri grinned.
Thus, Daesung and Seungri left the room. Seunghyun sat on another sofa across Youngbae. Youngbae looked at Seung-hyun in a way that suggested the taller man to talk first. Seung-hyun clucked his tongue.
“You were the one who found him, ‘Bae. You talk.”
Youngbae couldn’t argue to that. He let out a long sigh and focused his way on the man who had been shifting his look from Youngbae to Seung-hyun. Their eyes met and the said man swiftly looked away. Seungri hurried in with chairs on his shoulders, not wanting to miss the news. Daesung followed behind with a tray of tea for everyone. Everyone took his or her cup. Daesung and Youngbae sipped the tea, Seungri slurped the tea, Seung-hyun placed the tea on the table, and so did the man.
After they were done with it, Youngbae spoke up, “I found you yesterday on the street. You were terribly wounded.” He sipped his tea. “My mobile phone ran out of battery so I took you home.” He pointed around his surrounding. “Home.”
The man listened attentively, choking up the information into his head. Seeing that the man was actually listening, he proceeded, “We called our acquaintance, a doctor, and he’s the one who took care of you. Apparently, he said that you are injured both physically and psychologically. Now I understand what that means…” He sighed again, glancing at Seung-hyun. Seung-hyun’s expression was unreadable.
“So he doesn’t really remember his name?” Seungri remarked, looking from Youngbae to the man. “Cool…” He stared in awe. The man gave him a weird look while Daesung mentally fell down the chair.
“Just like in the movies, right?” Seung-hyun smirked at the maknae.
“Yeah…” Daesung couldn’t help but chuckle at the maknae’s serious face of admiration. Youngbae hid his soft chuckle under his palm. He cleared his throat and everyone fell silence.
“These are my friends: Daesung, Seungri, Seung-hyun. Four of us went to the same high school. Seung-hyun and I graduated first. But we’re still as close as we were. They -he pointed at Daesung and Seungri-live next door. Often come here for food.” He saw the man slightly bowed his head in gratitude. “I’ve explained my part. Now’s your turn to ask.”
The man felt the eyes staring at him. He sat uncomfortably. “I don’t know who I am…” He said nothing afterwards. Everyone stared at him in sympathy. It must have been hard for him to wake up amongst people he didn’t know without knowing his own self.
“That’s okay.” Daesung tried to comfort, “I bet your memory will return in no time.” He smiled. The man forced back a smile.
“That’s right!” said Seungri, “I often forget about things but at the end, I always remember what they are.” He grinned and showed his thumb up. He ran a hand through his hair and felt like he forgot about something. “Ah!” He suddenly said, and then ran to the dining table.
A moment later he came back with green triangular scarf in his grasp. He shoved it to the man. “I believe it’s yours.”
The man closely examined the scarf. He skimmed through it and held it out. “G.D…” He murmured.
“What?” Youngbae asked.
“There’s initial ‘G.D.’ written with marker on the scarf,” repeated Seungri.
The man stared at the initial in contemplation. He touched it and felt the familiarity between him and the scarf. It was so full of memories that he didn’t remember. He buried his in it. “This scarf feels strangely familiar…” He mused.
“Is ‘G.D.’ your nickname?” Seung-hyun asked.
The man furrowed his brows. “Not sure…But I think it is.” He smiled hopefully.
Daesung grinned, “Then we’ll call you GD!”
“Yeah, I thought the same too!” Seungri chirruped.
“Sounds good to me,” said Youngbae.
Seung-hyun inertly fleered.
Seeing everyone -including GD himself-- agreed on the name Daesung suggested, Youngbae smiled in relief and glanced at the man. “Then GD it is.”
***
A Green Rolls-Royce Corniche sped at an easy gait along the road of Seoul. Today is Saturday. Weekend. The city was busier than it usually was. Seung-hyun tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the green light, his friends chatting loudly in the back. He glimpsed at the rear-view anxiously. GD had been restraining to groan as he sat beside Daesung and Seungri. From the look, it seemed that the injury he loathed to receive hurt more than it looked. He could see him winced whenever the car shook or bounced. That’s why he tried to drive as carefully as he could.
Youngbae took a glimpse at the person driving beside him. He knew this sound wrong but it seemed that Seung-hyun has taken into liking GD. He would hum or smile to himself whenever he saw GD. To be honest, Youngbae found that disturbing. Not that he was opposed to homosexuality but it just felt strange for him to find his friend eyeing the newcomer. Now that he thought about it, Seung-hyun had never had a girlfriend. Was he gay?
“We’re here,” informed Seung-hyun. Startled out of his thought, Youngbae peered at the white, gargantuan building. He hadn’t gone to a hospital since Daesung got anemia. Speaking of Daesung, he seemed to be sleeping well lately. Good. Youngbae remembered how furious he was when he found him collapse because he lacked of sleeping. Seungri thought he got leukimia -he’d been watching a reality show about a girl who got leukimia-and cried, bawling his eyes out, telling him that Daesung had leukimia. The world knows how much Youngbae panicked.
“Bae-hyung,” the said troublemaker called his name, “Hurry up!”
Again, Youngbae finally realised that everyone (except Seung-hyun) is out of the car. Embarrassed, Youngbae got off the car. From the windscreen, Seung-hyun told him that he would park the car first. Youngbae nodded and helped GD to sit on the hospital’s wheelchair (offered by the nurses). Youngbae felt in pain as he saw GD’s expression when he was seated on the chair quite roughly. The nurse asked Daesung what’s wrong with GD and Daesung explained. The nurse nodded in understanding and ushered them to the doctor who dealt with memory.
It was not the biggest hospital in Seoul but he still thought this hospital was grander than ever. Seemed more like an airport. People going back and forth, but instead of luggage, sick people on the wheelchair. It was not the most favourable sight. He remembered when he first saw her, carrying a guitar case amongst the society. She was the first who-no, it was not the time to think about that.
“Please wait here for a moment,” the woman said as she went inside the doctor’s room. By now, GD looked more miserable than ever.
“G, are you okay?” Seungri looked at him worriedly. “It looks as if your muscles are taut that every bit of movement you did ache.”
GD stared at him, restraining all the pain he had. “That’s just what it is.” Seungri shuddered as he imagined it happened to his own body.
“Do you want me to massage you when we’re home?” Daesung asked. Seungri was agape.
“It’s okay,” GD replied, “My muscles hurt when they move, not to mention pressed.” He sighed, but gave Daesung an appreciative look. Seungri felt relieved when GD declined the offer but a little bit angry at their intimacy.
Youngbae raised a questioning eyebrow at this, but said nothing. His mobile phone vibrated. Ignoring the disturbing thought away, he answered the incoming call.
“Hello?”
“Bae, where are you?” Seung-hyun’s voice.
“We’re currently on the second floor, C4. Use the lift and go to the right. Walk straight and turn to the left twice.”
“Third floor, right, left, left, got it,” repeated Seung-hyun, “Oh, which room?”
“104.”
“I’ll see you in a minute.” Then he hung up.
Youngbae slipped his mobile phone back to his pocket before he saw the nurse loomed towards them. “Please come with me,” said she. Three of them nodded and followed the woman to room number 104.
“’Ms. Kang Hyo Danbi’” Seungri read. “Sweet rain, huh?”
They entered the room and greeted the doctor, whose name was Kang Hyo Danbi. Just like her name, she looked really sweet and young but unapproachable. She stood and bowed her head in modesty.
She looked at GD. “Are you the patient?”
“Yeah… I lost my memory.”
Ms. Danbi approached and knelt in front of him, staring at him in the eye. GD felt oddly uncomfortable. “It’s hard, isn’t it?” The woman asked. GD’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Youngbae also felt something is strange about her.
A knock on the door.
“Come in.” There door slowly opened and Seung-hyun’s head was visible. He nodded at the doctor and walked inside, standing beside GD. The woman pored over him, then everyone in the room.
“You guys have a life-long friendship.” She smiled and sat down on her chair. Everyone looked at her in disbelief but Ms. Sweet Rain didn’t seem to care. She proceeded. “So what happened?”
***
“You need CT scan,” was all she said when they had finished explaining. GD groaned as he imagined being lay down inside a large scanner with his aching body. The others widened their eyes because of their economic problem.
“Isn’t that expensive!?” Seungri cried first. They were a group of people with low cash. Even Seung-hyun bought his used car over years of saving. It was a dilemma whether to help the man whom they have just met yesterday or being a heartless jerk. Another one was, whether they have the money. Ms. Danbi shook her head.
“It is certainly expensive, but that’s one way we can help him. He probably has his own cash. You can ask him to pay you back when his memory returns.” She suggested. Youngbae watched GD muse over what he should do. He saw him furrow his eyebrows wearily.
Finally, he parted his mouth. “Is there any other way?”
The doctor sighed heavenward. She stood there in deep thinking. When the room was most silent, she slapped her own cheeks and stooped over, sitting in the floor while hugging her knees. Seungri, Daesung, and GD cried, as they were astonished. The doctor rocked back and forth until she muttered, “Of course. I just need to take a look at you.” The panic faces turned 180 degree into relief. GD nodded firmly at the doctor’s offer. “Could you all please wait outside?”
Four of them went outside and waited. Now Ms. Danbi was alone with GD. She locked his gaze onto GD’s.
“I’m going to ask you several questions.”
***
Hiver's Note: Eits! I'll stop right here :P I wasn't planning to leave the ending hanging but if I continue until the end, it'll be too long~ Wow, it's 5 A.M. *SIIING* Nuh! Give me back sleep time! *cries* So, it's Saturday already? Time sure goes fast. *yawns* I'm gonna sleep... Good night everyone... *turns off light*
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