Remember Me
Title: Remember Me.
Summary: It’s all very familiar but his head throbs every time he tries to put faces to the voices he remembers.
Pairing: OT5, Changmin/everyone
Rating: G
Notes: I can’t believe I get inspired in the middle of an exam .__. Like what? LOL, anyways, this spurned from days of pent up stress so… Forgive me if this is a complete failure.
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You’re walking down a familiar street, hands tucked into your pockets, hair curling out from under your dark green beanie as you take in your surroundings. You pass by familiar buildings, shops and cafes that you’re sure you’ve seen somewhere before. You shake your head to clear the cluttered mess that is your mind. Don’t be stupid, you tell yourself. You’ve never seen any of this. But you don’t know that you have seen them, that almost every shop and café on the street holds precious memories that are a blur to you. You approach a tall building with a pink sign that says ‘SM Entertainment’ sparks something in your mind, bringing forth a memory of a bright, high-pitched laughter accompanied by your own. Your head starts hurting, throbbing and you clutch at it desperately. Stop, you think. Stop giving me wrong information! Memories that aren’t mind, you want to scream.
An arm on your hand has you jerking in surprise and taking a few clumsy steps back and you see a wide-eyed, tanned young man watching you in concern. “Hyung? Are you okay?” the stranger asks and you nod, throat closing up on you as you frantically try to put a name to his face only to come up blank. The man smiles kindly and ushers you into the building. “Goodness hyung, are you so stressed until you can’t even remember your favorite dongsaeng, Minho?” he teases you and you force a smile, saying hoarsely, “Minho? Oh, I’m uh… sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind,” And you lick your dry, chapped lips nervously, relaxing a little when you see his easy going smile. “No worries. I’ve got to go for singing practice now. Jinki-hyung must be waiting for me,” He waves and disappears into a corridor.
You watch him go before looking around you, taking in the formal lobby and its quietness along with the woman that sits on the front desk who is hunched over a bunch of papers. You wonder what you should do now and it’s obvious you’re connected to this professional place if not Minho wouldn’t have brought you in here. With one last look around the lobby, you trace Minho’s footsteps into the corridor and you’re bombarded by muffled music and singing streaming out from underneath closed doors and you’re suddenly struck by a memory that pops out of nowhere.
“Come on Min. Try harder. You can do it,” a disembodied voice says encouragingly and you hold back your tears as the music starts up again and you close your eyes before opening your mouth and the music tumbles out your mouth as your voice soars into the song, hitting the high note perfectly. “I knew you could do it! You’re my Minnie Mouse,” the person laughs; hugging you close and smothering you in butterfly kisses. “Hyung!” you whine as a smile threatens to show itself.
You gasp as you come tumbling back to the present, the ache in your head making it known by pounding along to the beat of dance music in the room you’ve stopped next to. You screw your eyes shut and breathe in deeply, counting to ten as the ache subsides and you continue on your journey, passing a singing room and spotting Minho and another person - Jinki you presume - smiling at each other affectionately as they sing a duet together and your chest suddenly aches. Hyung, where are you? You wonder morosely before remembering that you have no hyung. All you have is two younger sisters.
Your feet bring you to a closed door, a familiar door and you open it, stepping inside cautiously, an apology at the tip of your tongue before you realize that it is empty. You step in, shoes squeaking against the polished wood floor as you make your way to the centre of the room, making a turn, spotting yourself in the mirror looking lost and younger than you actually are. Suddenly, you are falling to your knees as another memory assaults you.
You’re sitting with your back pressed against the mirror, towel hung around your neck as you use the end to dab away your seat. You watch a guy who is almost as tall as you are dance in the centre of the room to some American pop music, limbs and body moving with far more grace your clumsy arms and legs do not possess. As the music comes to a close, he makes a spin, tossing his fringe back and winking at you. You feel yourself blush as he approaches you, dropping to the ground bonelessly by your feet as he grins at you lopsidedly. “What did you think? Good enough for my solo in the concert?” he asks anxiously. As you open your mouth to reply, he twists and gets up onto his knees, leaning in and stealing away your breathless ‘yes’ with a kiss full of teeth, tongue and passion.
You groan, whimpering in pain as you fall to your side, your vision swimming in front of you and before you fall into the darkness, you see four people - or is it eight, you wonder disconnectedly - and you’re falling, falling, fallen.
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You dream of porcelain skin and pink aprons and wide fathomless eyes that can appear as cold as ice yet as warm as a mother’s look. You remember the smell of cooking kimchi jjigae and the sound of a gentle voice singing as the owner of the voice cooks. You remember him forcing you to eat plate after plate of food - not that you needed any forcing - as he tries to 'fatten you up'.
You dream of bright smiles and loud laughter and butts that do not belong on a male species. You remember teasing this person, poking fun at his lame jokes and taking up his challenges of a racing game or any other video game that comes within your range of interest and easily beating him with one hand holding the controller.
You dream of tears and warm hugs and the soulful voice of someone whose singing can move you to tears. You remember sneaking out of bed and into the kitchen with him to share a bowl of cereal and you remember late nights where you sit next to him on a piano bench, watching him compose as your bring a constant flow of tea.
You dream of large hands and warm skin and a loving smile. You remember dancing yourself into frustration because your limbs don’t move the way you want them to but he’s there, to guide you, to teach you, to comfort you. You remember staying up late at night, curled up in his embrace as you take in his scent and presence, his beating heart a better lullaby than anything else.
You dream of a stage with its glaring lights and the cheering fans in the crowd, waving sticks of red. You remember the sweat that runs down your face, stinging your eyes as you dance and sing under the spotlight between four other people. You remember when you get off the stage, when you’re at home with just them, it’s havoc and chaotic but it’s familiar. Home. Them. You remember being in the middle of every cuddle session and you remember them picking up the shattered pieces of your heart after your first love broke up with you. You remember them. Your family, your loved ones, your heart.
And you come to with a gasp. You’re dazed, confused as you look around you, taking in the familiar light blue walls and the stuffed deer that sits on your chest. You press your face into the pillow, bringing the comforter higher over your head and you breathe in, taking in the scent of lavenders, chocolate, DKNY cologne and musk. You close your eyes, smiling, never noticing the door opening and you jerk, scrambling wildly and getting tangled in the comforter when you hear a familiar, high-pitched voice shriek, “HYUNG! HE’S SUFFOCATING HIMSELF!” And you struggle to untangle yourself from the comforter as a group of people comes thundering into the room, bursting in and shouting all at the same time.
“I told you not to overwhelm him!” the one with the large, fathomless eyes shouts at a longhaired man.
“Oh gosh! Do we have to call the ambulance?” says the person who shouted.
“Will you all shut up?” the tallest amongst the four shouts and everything is silent. He sighs and shakes his head, approaching you and suddenly it’s déjà vu as he drops to his knees where your head hangs over the bed in your attempt to get untangled. “Do you remember me?” he asks softly, watching you carefully. You blink at him before nodding, chewing on your lower lip nervously. He smiles and reaches out, stroking your cheek. “Alright, let’s get you untangled okay? We don’t need you gushing your blood out your ears and mouth,” He stands, tugging you back up on the bed properly before untangling you with strong, sure hands. You glance at the other three who is hovering nearby, looks of joy and worry evident on their faces as you are freed from the comforter. “Can you sit up?” he asks after tossing the comforter aside. You respond by scrambling up quickly and pressing your back against the headboard as the other three swarms towards the bed, taking up various spots on the bed as he settles next to you. Instinctively, you lean into his warmth and sigh happily. He laughs, low and warm that has your heart singing.
“Okay. Do you know my name?” he asks slowly. You stare at him. “Y-Yunho,” you answer shyly. “Hyung,” you add on after a moment and they laugh. “That’s right. And him?” Yunho points at the one that is lying on his stomach, knees propped up as he shakes his butt in the air. “J-Junsu-hyung,” He grins, delighted as he lets out a familiar high-pitched laughter. “What about me?” the one with the porcelain skin interjects excitedly, cutting Yunho off. You stare at him, blinking before answering, “Umma. Jaejoong-umma,” And he grins, his red lips stretching into a wide smile as he launches himself from the foot of the bed at you, kissing you happily as your eyes widen, tensing up before you relax, responding hesitantly before he pulls away, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with happiness.
“Don’t hog him!” the longhaired man says from where he is sitting next to Junsu, cross-legged. “Micky! Micky Yoochun,” you crow happily, struggling out of Jaejoong’s death grip and crawling to him, cupping his cheeks and smothering him with butterfly kisses like he once did to you. He laughs and crushes you in a hug. “GROUP HUG!” Junsu squeals loudly, jumping onto your back and putting Yoochun at the bottom of the pile, Jaejoong uncaringly draping himself over Junsu as Yunho comes over and peels them all off.
“Why… How come I couldn’t remember you?” you ask, afraid as Yoochun rocks you from side to side, humming softly. Yunho sighs wearily. “You were in an accident. It’s actually more accurate for me to say you were caught in a crossfire,” You pale as Junsu hurriedly cuts in to explain, “We didn’t want to tell you this all at once but since you asked…” he gestures vaguely as Jaejoong takes over.
“Starting from the beginning, everyone in the company SM Entertainment has ‘special abilities’ so to speak. Mine would be pyrokinesis, which means I can control fire,”
“Mine’s the sonic scream, which is the ability to generate vocal sounds higher than a normal human’s. So if I scream, it can either blow your brains out or make you faint,” Junsu says, grinning.
“I’m superhuman in every sense meaning I’m more durable, I have faster reflexes, I’m stronger and have much better vision than an average human. Meaning that I could probably lift a building if I wanted to,” Yunho explains.
“And I’m telekinetic and a telepath. I can also control dreams and memories,” Yoochun finishes off, his breath tickling your ear. “Yoochun’s the reason why you got back your memories actually. We’re all connected here by what we know as the ‘Red String’,” Yunho explains. “And for some inexplicable reason, your connection with Yoochun is slightly stronger,” Junsu huffs, disgruntled. “So he managed to connect with your subconscious mind and resurface your memories,”
“Oh,” you say, glaring up at his apologetic face. “That’s why I’ve been getting the headaches and the sudden replay of memories,” Yoochun shrugs helplessly as he presses his lips to your jaw. “Sorry Minnie-ah. I didn’t know that would happen,”
You huff but smile slightly, squeezing his hand. “And Minho? Does he have powers too? What about Jinki?” you ask curiously, earning a bark of laughter from Jaejoong. “That’s our Min. Well, Minho has superhuman tracking sense and he’s an empathy. He can track down anyone you want him to and he can feel what you’re feeling as well as influence your emotions. Jinki is the opposite. His sort of an exception to Minho’s abilities and that’s kind of his power? We call it nullification. None of us can use our powers on him unless it involves the mind but I think Jinki’s got shields for his mind too. Jinki can also copy someone’s power by touching them as well as call back powers he’s used before,”
“And me?” you ask quietly. Junsu leans in and pinches your cheek. “You’re special,” he says and you feel your heart stop for a moment. “What? I don’t… I don’t have a power?” you ask hoarsely, panicked.
“No! No!” Yunho says, glaring at Junsu. “What Junsu means is your power is special. Well, powers. At first, we thought you had superhuman intelligence because well… you memorized a dictionary at one go. But, no. You can read the future as well as manipulate it and when you touch something, you can also tell what its past was. It’s called omniscience. Oh, and you can control time,”
“Like,” you start, licking your lips. “Like stopping it and slowing it down?” Yunho nods. “Oh. So what happened? How was I caught in a crossfire if I can stop time?” you huff, leaning back against Yoochun.
“Well, it was kind of a fight?” Yoochun says uneasily. “Wherein Jaejoong pissed Heechul off. Heechul has the ability to manipulate memories. He’s power with memories by far surpasses mine because mine is just a part of the package. So anyways, Jaejoong pissed Heechul off and by pissing Heechul off, you also piss Kibum off because they’re connected that way. And Kibum can manipulate molecules and he can disintegrate matter. Seeing as humans are made of matter, he attacked Jaejoong and you who happened to be there stepped in, manipulating the future wherein Jaejoong would just be molecules and you disintegrated. Well, your head did anyway but Kibum managed to put you back together like really quickly only thing was that your mind kind of disappeared within that split second, which affected your memories,”
You shake your head, feeling a headache grow behind your eyes as you absorb what has been told to you. “So basically, it’s Jaejoong-hyung’s fault?”
“I wouldn’t say that it’s entirely my fault…” Jaejoong stammers and you glare at him before letting out a war cry and wrestling with him, tumbling to the ground with him and you wince at the thought of the impact by you find yourself floating in mid-air, Jaejoong’s arms around your waist holding you securely. “Did I forget to mention? I can control gravity,” he chirrups happily as he dances the both of you in the air. You laugh as the both of you spin around the room, ignoring Yunho’s warnings.
Later, as you nurse a swollen forehead with an apologetic Jaejoong by your side, pressing a pack of ice to your swell, you will smile, contented that you’ve finally managed to put a name to the voices you’ve heard and you’ll drift off to sleep in Yunho’s arms, hearing his heart beat under your chest and Yoochun sings a quiet lullaby, Junsu clinging to him and reaching over to intertwine your fingers together.
This is home.
.end
Footnote: Eh... This was meant to be like... something simple where you know, Min gets into a car crash or something but... idek... it's like 2755 words of fail.... DDD:
Summary: It’s all very familiar but his head throbs every time he tries to put faces to the voices he remembers.
Pairing: OT5, Changmin/everyone
Rating: G
Notes: I can’t believe I get inspired in the middle of an exam .__. Like what? LOL, anyways, this spurned from days of pent up stress so… Forgive me if this is a complete failure.
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You’re walking down a familiar street, hands tucked into your pockets, hair curling out from under your dark green beanie as you take in your surroundings. You pass by familiar buildings, shops and cafes that you’re sure you’ve seen somewhere before. You shake your head to clear the cluttered mess that is your mind. Don’t be stupid, you tell yourself. You’ve never seen any of this. But you don’t know that you have seen them, that almost every shop and café on the street holds precious memories that are a blur to you. You approach a tall building with a pink sign that says ‘SM Entertainment’ sparks something in your mind, bringing forth a memory of a bright, high-pitched laughter accompanied by your own. Your head starts hurting, throbbing and you clutch at it desperately. Stop, you think. Stop giving me wrong information! Memories that aren’t mind, you want to scream.
An arm on your hand has you jerking in surprise and taking a few clumsy steps back and you see a wide-eyed, tanned young man watching you in concern. “Hyung? Are you okay?” the stranger asks and you nod, throat closing up on you as you frantically try to put a name to his face only to come up blank. The man smiles kindly and ushers you into the building. “Goodness hyung, are you so stressed until you can’t even remember your favorite dongsaeng, Minho?” he teases you and you force a smile, saying hoarsely, “Minho? Oh, I’m uh… sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind,” And you lick your dry, chapped lips nervously, relaxing a little when you see his easy going smile. “No worries. I’ve got to go for singing practice now. Jinki-hyung must be waiting for me,” He waves and disappears into a corridor.
You watch him go before looking around you, taking in the formal lobby and its quietness along with the woman that sits on the front desk who is hunched over a bunch of papers. You wonder what you should do now and it’s obvious you’re connected to this professional place if not Minho wouldn’t have brought you in here. With one last look around the lobby, you trace Minho’s footsteps into the corridor and you’re bombarded by muffled music and singing streaming out from underneath closed doors and you’re suddenly struck by a memory that pops out of nowhere.
“Come on Min. Try harder. You can do it,” a disembodied voice says encouragingly and you hold back your tears as the music starts up again and you close your eyes before opening your mouth and the music tumbles out your mouth as your voice soars into the song, hitting the high note perfectly. “I knew you could do it! You’re my Minnie Mouse,” the person laughs; hugging you close and smothering you in butterfly kisses. “Hyung!” you whine as a smile threatens to show itself.
You gasp as you come tumbling back to the present, the ache in your head making it known by pounding along to the beat of dance music in the room you’ve stopped next to. You screw your eyes shut and breathe in deeply, counting to ten as the ache subsides and you continue on your journey, passing a singing room and spotting Minho and another person - Jinki you presume - smiling at each other affectionately as they sing a duet together and your chest suddenly aches. Hyung, where are you? You wonder morosely before remembering that you have no hyung. All you have is two younger sisters.
Your feet bring you to a closed door, a familiar door and you open it, stepping inside cautiously, an apology at the tip of your tongue before you realize that it is empty. You step in, shoes squeaking against the polished wood floor as you make your way to the centre of the room, making a turn, spotting yourself in the mirror looking lost and younger than you actually are. Suddenly, you are falling to your knees as another memory assaults you.
You’re sitting with your back pressed against the mirror, towel hung around your neck as you use the end to dab away your seat. You watch a guy who is almost as tall as you are dance in the centre of the room to some American pop music, limbs and body moving with far more grace your clumsy arms and legs do not possess. As the music comes to a close, he makes a spin, tossing his fringe back and winking at you. You feel yourself blush as he approaches you, dropping to the ground bonelessly by your feet as he grins at you lopsidedly. “What did you think? Good enough for my solo in the concert?” he asks anxiously. As you open your mouth to reply, he twists and gets up onto his knees, leaning in and stealing away your breathless ‘yes’ with a kiss full of teeth, tongue and passion.
You groan, whimpering in pain as you fall to your side, your vision swimming in front of you and before you fall into the darkness, you see four people - or is it eight, you wonder disconnectedly - and you’re falling, falling, fallen.
__
You dream of porcelain skin and pink aprons and wide fathomless eyes that can appear as cold as ice yet as warm as a mother’s look. You remember the smell of cooking kimchi jjigae and the sound of a gentle voice singing as the owner of the voice cooks. You remember him forcing you to eat plate after plate of food - not that you needed any forcing - as he tries to 'fatten you up'.
You dream of bright smiles and loud laughter and butts that do not belong on a male species. You remember teasing this person, poking fun at his lame jokes and taking up his challenges of a racing game or any other video game that comes within your range of interest and easily beating him with one hand holding the controller.
You dream of tears and warm hugs and the soulful voice of someone whose singing can move you to tears. You remember sneaking out of bed and into the kitchen with him to share a bowl of cereal and you remember late nights where you sit next to him on a piano bench, watching him compose as your bring a constant flow of tea.
You dream of large hands and warm skin and a loving smile. You remember dancing yourself into frustration because your limbs don’t move the way you want them to but he’s there, to guide you, to teach you, to comfort you. You remember staying up late at night, curled up in his embrace as you take in his scent and presence, his beating heart a better lullaby than anything else.
You dream of a stage with its glaring lights and the cheering fans in the crowd, waving sticks of red. You remember the sweat that runs down your face, stinging your eyes as you dance and sing under the spotlight between four other people. You remember when you get off the stage, when you’re at home with just them, it’s havoc and chaotic but it’s familiar. Home. Them. You remember being in the middle of every cuddle session and you remember them picking up the shattered pieces of your heart after your first love broke up with you. You remember them. Your family, your loved ones, your heart.
And you come to with a gasp. You’re dazed, confused as you look around you, taking in the familiar light blue walls and the stuffed deer that sits on your chest. You press your face into the pillow, bringing the comforter higher over your head and you breathe in, taking in the scent of lavenders, chocolate, DKNY cologne and musk. You close your eyes, smiling, never noticing the door opening and you jerk, scrambling wildly and getting tangled in the comforter when you hear a familiar, high-pitched voice shriek, “HYUNG! HE’S SUFFOCATING HIMSELF!” And you struggle to untangle yourself from the comforter as a group of people comes thundering into the room, bursting in and shouting all at the same time.
“I told you not to overwhelm him!” the one with the large, fathomless eyes shouts at a longhaired man.
“Oh gosh! Do we have to call the ambulance?” says the person who shouted.
“Will you all shut up?” the tallest amongst the four shouts and everything is silent. He sighs and shakes his head, approaching you and suddenly it’s déjà vu as he drops to his knees where your head hangs over the bed in your attempt to get untangled. “Do you remember me?” he asks softly, watching you carefully. You blink at him before nodding, chewing on your lower lip nervously. He smiles and reaches out, stroking your cheek. “Alright, let’s get you untangled okay? We don’t need you gushing your blood out your ears and mouth,” He stands, tugging you back up on the bed properly before untangling you with strong, sure hands. You glance at the other three who is hovering nearby, looks of joy and worry evident on their faces as you are freed from the comforter. “Can you sit up?” he asks after tossing the comforter aside. You respond by scrambling up quickly and pressing your back against the headboard as the other three swarms towards the bed, taking up various spots on the bed as he settles next to you. Instinctively, you lean into his warmth and sigh happily. He laughs, low and warm that has your heart singing.
“Okay. Do you know my name?” he asks slowly. You stare at him. “Y-Yunho,” you answer shyly. “Hyung,” you add on after a moment and they laugh. “That’s right. And him?” Yunho points at the one that is lying on his stomach, knees propped up as he shakes his butt in the air. “J-Junsu-hyung,” He grins, delighted as he lets out a familiar high-pitched laughter. “What about me?” the one with the porcelain skin interjects excitedly, cutting Yunho off. You stare at him, blinking before answering, “Umma. Jaejoong-umma,” And he grins, his red lips stretching into a wide smile as he launches himself from the foot of the bed at you, kissing you happily as your eyes widen, tensing up before you relax, responding hesitantly before he pulls away, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with happiness.
“Don’t hog him!” the longhaired man says from where he is sitting next to Junsu, cross-legged. “Micky! Micky Yoochun,” you crow happily, struggling out of Jaejoong’s death grip and crawling to him, cupping his cheeks and smothering him with butterfly kisses like he once did to you. He laughs and crushes you in a hug. “GROUP HUG!” Junsu squeals loudly, jumping onto your back and putting Yoochun at the bottom of the pile, Jaejoong uncaringly draping himself over Junsu as Yunho comes over and peels them all off.
“Why… How come I couldn’t remember you?” you ask, afraid as Yoochun rocks you from side to side, humming softly. Yunho sighs wearily. “You were in an accident. It’s actually more accurate for me to say you were caught in a crossfire,” You pale as Junsu hurriedly cuts in to explain, “We didn’t want to tell you this all at once but since you asked…” he gestures vaguely as Jaejoong takes over.
“Starting from the beginning, everyone in the company SM Entertainment has ‘special abilities’ so to speak. Mine would be pyrokinesis, which means I can control fire,”
“Mine’s the sonic scream, which is the ability to generate vocal sounds higher than a normal human’s. So if I scream, it can either blow your brains out or make you faint,” Junsu says, grinning.
“I’m superhuman in every sense meaning I’m more durable, I have faster reflexes, I’m stronger and have much better vision than an average human. Meaning that I could probably lift a building if I wanted to,” Yunho explains.
“And I’m telekinetic and a telepath. I can also control dreams and memories,” Yoochun finishes off, his breath tickling your ear. “Yoochun’s the reason why you got back your memories actually. We’re all connected here by what we know as the ‘Red String’,” Yunho explains. “And for some inexplicable reason, your connection with Yoochun is slightly stronger,” Junsu huffs, disgruntled. “So he managed to connect with your subconscious mind and resurface your memories,”
“Oh,” you say, glaring up at his apologetic face. “That’s why I’ve been getting the headaches and the sudden replay of memories,” Yoochun shrugs helplessly as he presses his lips to your jaw. “Sorry Minnie-ah. I didn’t know that would happen,”
You huff but smile slightly, squeezing his hand. “And Minho? Does he have powers too? What about Jinki?” you ask curiously, earning a bark of laughter from Jaejoong. “That’s our Min. Well, Minho has superhuman tracking sense and he’s an empathy. He can track down anyone you want him to and he can feel what you’re feeling as well as influence your emotions. Jinki is the opposite. His sort of an exception to Minho’s abilities and that’s kind of his power? We call it nullification. None of us can use our powers on him unless it involves the mind but I think Jinki’s got shields for his mind too. Jinki can also copy someone’s power by touching them as well as call back powers he’s used before,”
“And me?” you ask quietly. Junsu leans in and pinches your cheek. “You’re special,” he says and you feel your heart stop for a moment. “What? I don’t… I don’t have a power?” you ask hoarsely, panicked.
“No! No!” Yunho says, glaring at Junsu. “What Junsu means is your power is special. Well, powers. At first, we thought you had superhuman intelligence because well… you memorized a dictionary at one go. But, no. You can read the future as well as manipulate it and when you touch something, you can also tell what its past was. It’s called omniscience. Oh, and you can control time,”
“Like,” you start, licking your lips. “Like stopping it and slowing it down?” Yunho nods. “Oh. So what happened? How was I caught in a crossfire if I can stop time?” you huff, leaning back against Yoochun.
“Well, it was kind of a fight?” Yoochun says uneasily. “Wherein Jaejoong pissed Heechul off. Heechul has the ability to manipulate memories. He’s power with memories by far surpasses mine because mine is just a part of the package. So anyways, Jaejoong pissed Heechul off and by pissing Heechul off, you also piss Kibum off because they’re connected that way. And Kibum can manipulate molecules and he can disintegrate matter. Seeing as humans are made of matter, he attacked Jaejoong and you who happened to be there stepped in, manipulating the future wherein Jaejoong would just be molecules and you disintegrated. Well, your head did anyway but Kibum managed to put you back together like really quickly only thing was that your mind kind of disappeared within that split second, which affected your memories,”
You shake your head, feeling a headache grow behind your eyes as you absorb what has been told to you. “So basically, it’s Jaejoong-hyung’s fault?”
“I wouldn’t say that it’s entirely my fault…” Jaejoong stammers and you glare at him before letting out a war cry and wrestling with him, tumbling to the ground with him and you wince at the thought of the impact by you find yourself floating in mid-air, Jaejoong’s arms around your waist holding you securely. “Did I forget to mention? I can control gravity,” he chirrups happily as he dances the both of you in the air. You laugh as the both of you spin around the room, ignoring Yunho’s warnings.
Later, as you nurse a swollen forehead with an apologetic Jaejoong by your side, pressing a pack of ice to your swell, you will smile, contented that you’ve finally managed to put a name to the voices you’ve heard and you’ll drift off to sleep in Yunho’s arms, hearing his heart beat under your chest and Yoochun sings a quiet lullaby, Junsu clinging to him and reaching over to intertwine your fingers together.
This is home.
.end
Footnote: Eh... This was meant to be like... something simple where you know, Min gets into a car crash or something but... idek... it's like 2755 words of fail.... DDD: