[FIC] Lost and Found, ONE-SHOT part 1
Title: Lost And Found
Pairing: QMi
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Type: One-Shot
Summary: Kyuhyun faces his greatest challenge yet: nursing a memory-lossed man finds him inevitably attracted to his patient whether he resists or not.
Zhou Mi picks up the pieces of what little he remembers and weighs in what matters most: his once-perfect, orderly life and career or the newly-found happiness almost non-existent until now?
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They said that when Death comes knocking down your door, you happen to see your life flashing right before your eyes. Zhou Mi was pretty sure that Death was what he saw after the blinding light that hurt his eyes. Followed by screeching tires and honking horns. A couple of screams here and there.
Everything was at mute seconds later, everything important to him - family, friends, his home, childhood memories, his recent promotion to president, and her, especially her - reeled in like a quick movie nonstop. Zhou Mi, struggling to reach for the light, for comfort, found himself reaching for a blur of faces, worried whispers and a familiar siren.
Darkness cradled him, its sweet but eccentric voice lulled him to close his eyes, promising that the next time he opened them up, it'd be another day. A new world.
--
Shindong insisted for a game of cards. Yesung, ever the hyped up even during evenings, gave it a go. Ryeowook was worried about getting caught by their seniors but Shindong raised the prize - a box of fresh donuts - like a treasure and Ryeowook was all excited and approving next.
Inside the pantry, sitting at a round table and playing the wee hours into the night while waiting, this was just another side of a nurse's job. Kyuhyun couldn't translate this into anything else. Night-shift nurses like themselves always ended up doing nothing at all. Or waiting for nothing at all. Emergencies, assistances, call-ins, nothing. Like it had been deliberate placing the new interns out of the way of the grand scheme of hospital work. Employee decorations, they were more like it.
"Yah, if we did start doing real work here, where do you want to begin? I think I like with kids? Pedretician assistance, maybe? I heard the children would be more obedient with a friendly oppa and hyung, don't you think? Oh, I'm so excited!" Ryeowook said, with a delight in his eyes as he held his cards to his nose.
Yesung seemed to be interested in another thing, mumbling behind his cards with, "Brain surgery. Do want that," chant.
"Man, I want to help soon. Why can't we be at the frontlines? We won't screw things up, right?" Shindong sighed, tossing his cards to the table, showing a Royal Flush.
Yesung gape, "You won, again?!" Then tossed his pitiful set to the table. Ryeowook followed, straining an embarrassed laugh and placing his cards face-down.
Kyuhyun simply watched from afar, spending his time with books instead, smirking at the outcome of an irritable Yesung, a laughing Ryeowook and a victorious Shindong. His co-workers, nice, diligent, if not with the occasional dorkiness.
He thought for a moment, pondering over Ryeowook's question of what station to choose. What his forte was. It could be anything as long as it was nurse work. The general tasks. He wasn't particular with kids or even brains but maybe perhaps.. perhaps he'd rather just do basic work until he finds what he was good at?
That was, if their seniors assigned them to work. Hopefully soon. Kyuhyun never liked doing nothing at all.
What seemed like eons, their buzzer suddenly went off. Over the intercom was Heechul's radiating flamboyance, speaking. "Oi, get your asses over here the front desk. We got an injured man coming in on about, oh I don't know, now? Don't forget to bring important tools, alright? Over."
"Gosh, work! We gotta get there, stat!" Shindong immediately compiled the messy cards, took one last gulp of his water and ran out of the pantry; Ryeowook and Yesung tailing behind with equal haste.
Kyuhyun calmly placed down his book, got his jacket in case it was colder out than where he currently was and followed suit. He wondered dimly of how bad the accident was this coming patient had.
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"Severe wounds, dislocated arm - not that we can't fix it because we can, - broken ribs and a whole lot more of casualties here. I don't know what exactly happened but witnesses said that he was run over by a speeding car. Quick, get a new oxygen mask and we're bringing him in the Emergency room." Eeteuk declared, flagging the four to come closer and Kyuhyun, who was pretty sure he was seeing a dead person already, stood frozen at his place.
This pale patient, so white and with reds and smudges of soil, couldn't be alive with all those cuts and angry wounds on face, arms and legs. He wasn't getting the cold-feet, was he? Ryeowook elbowed his side, out of his stupor and trailed closer next to the rolling bed and watched the patient with an anxious, nervous heart. Gripping the rail, Kyuhyun carefully guided the bed and opened the door for them.
Yes, well, he was getting the cold feet after all.
--
He came through, as what Kyuhyun would always remember every time he saw the sleeping patient. Now bed-ridden with cords attached to anywhere and monitors beeped heart rate, this patient actually survived. Kyuhyun couldn't believe at first but Eeteuk did wonders like he would as a doctor. Four hours of surgery seemed so quick and before he knew it, he was pushing the rolling bed to the ICU.
There came a visitor soon, one who was in a corporate suit, chattering quickly to his phone and shooting the patient a concerned look during the next day.
"Dammit, the police was right. It's Zhou Mi and he looks seriously fucked up. No, not yet. The doctor said about his consciousness coming back in.. yeah, yeah. I did call them as soon as I could. Buh! Don't fucking panic! Okay, visit him when you can, alright, Min? Bye."
The man reached up to Zhou Mi, hesitant, like if he did feel that hand, felt its missing warmth, then it meant that this was all too real. All too happening. Kyuhyun might have understood, sympathizing. It was not every day you see your friend all bandaged-up and breathing through tube.
"Please look after him." The man said, glancing at Kyuhyun. "I don't know what happened to him myself but... Zhou Mi. He has been down the dumps for the past weeks and I wouldn't want him hurting even more. Boss' nice for his own good."
Kyuhyun nodded mutely. Not entirely startled at the statement. Rather, he quickly grew curious as who this Zhou Mi-person was. He seemed to be a good person, if what the man had said was any indication.
What turned from one visitor yesterday to tons of get-well gifts, packages of food and snacks and flowers in the next few days. Kyuhyun had meant to check on Zhou Mi early morning when he stood shocked at the entrance with piles of boxes and floral decoration of various sizes all but took space inside the room. It smelt of sweet rose too.
"Uh, okay? What is he, some kind of hot-shot CEO?" Kyuhyun wondered loudly, eyeing the open cards at the desk that wrote Get Better, Sir and The Group Can't Work Without You! Please Get Well. Or the Mister Chic, You Can't Leave Us Subordinates! You Promised To Teach Me Dance, You Asshole. All of which were from big companies, well-known individuals and a handful of celebrities. More names he could list as twenty. Or even more so.
This mysterious man got some friends, all right. Kyuhyun almost couldn't believe it.
"Hello, who are you?"
Kyuhyun nearly jumped, almost stepping on a perfectly wrapped gift but swiveled, eyes meeting with the now awaken patient's. From all tubed-up and covered-in-bandage man to a now machine-free and seemingly alright person. Zhou Mi still had one arm being aided by a sling though. At least he got better.
He was not aesthetically-inclined person, not at all. He instead appreciated the art behind nursing and caring just because. But would it be odd to find a certain pair of eyes so beautiful when light shone on it? It was so clean... and yet so lost altogether. But it gleamed strong and mature.
“I,” Great, now he was getting tongue-tied? “I’m Kyuhyun, and I’ll be tending to you for the next days. If you need anything-
"Where am I...? And," he paused for a moment, as if there was something stuck on his throat, swallowing hard. But his eyes caught the gifts instead. "What are these?”
"You're in the hospital, sir,” Kyuhyun supplied, carefully and slowly. "You had an accident. And these are heart-warming gifts from your friends?"
Zhou Mi seemed reluctant, taking a card gingerly and scanning through it.
"SM Entertainment Co? Who?" Zhou Mi had that wariness in expression. Confused. And looking back at Kyuhyun like he held the answer. Zhou Mi took another card and read through it, shaking his head afterwards and lied back, cradling his now bandaged arm.
"I don't think I know these people at all. Business contacts, companies, corporations, work.."
"Wha?"
"And I don't think I know what I do for a living to get all these too. What kind of job do I do? I'm not a drug dealer, am I?"
That, in every part Kyuhyun's smart brain, just spelt a huge incoming problem. He could only deduce so. This bed-ridden person didn't know his own job?
--
"Amnesia. I'd take it. Must've been from the impact of the accident," Eeteuk circled around the quiet Zhou Mi who sat upright like a patient boy listening to a teacher. Kyuhyun thought it was rather adorable. Then did a double take and kick himself inwardly. Now was not the time to think of adorable.
Eeteuk turned to Zhou Mi again. "Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"
"Mom and dad back at Wuhan. Little Ni Qui. I remember being an MC back at Highschool. I then took foreign studies and management here and met Youngwoon and Sungmin because they were really nice people. We had the same interest in music, I think? But Youngwoon was more of the brawns of music - playing - while me and Sungmin composed and sang."
"Okay. After college, then what?"
"After college," Zhou Mi began, like he knew what to tell but the second he paused, the stark shock look on his face all but made him swallow. "A-after college... a-after college.. wha-- I can't. Why can't I.. my head." Zhou Mi cradled his head with a free hand, squeezing the pain away. Kyuhyun immediately ran to his side, placing him down the pillow, supporting his bruised arm and back.
"Easy there. Don't force it." Kyuhyun advised. Zhou Mi nodded and breathed in deeper.
"Okay, not completely Amnesia but Selective Amnesia. If Mr. Zhou Mi still remembers his past then he did not entirely lose his memory. However," Eeteuk tapped his clip-board. "Due to circumstances, a certain time that had occurred to him is removed. Perhaps work? You don't remember what you do, right?
"Tell me I'm not a drug dealer. Or in the mafia. Or any of illegal job? I don't get this amount of gifts quite often, honestly." Zhou Mi almost stared wide-eyes at the gifts like they were ghosts.
His identity had to be confirmed, Kyuhyun quietly noted, as the door suddenly swung open and two men barreled inside. Kyuhyun jumped in surprise, as did Zhou Mi. Eeteuk just sent them a quirky eyebrow.
"Sir!! Oh, gosh, are you okay?!" One stranger all but threw himself at Zhou Mi side, restraining to shake him. The other had more of composure but the worried was evident across his face. "The moment I heard you met an accident, I immediately flew here! Are you alright? Eep! You just cracked your arm! Oh, no!! Kibum, look!"
The calm man - now, Kibum - whacked the loud one on the head. Then he sighed next. "Kangin phoned us. Said that you needed all the support you can get. Henry here couldn't stand knowing you were hurt back at the west. Even dragging me here. But we just can't leave a buddy in time of his need now, can we?"
Zhou Mi was quiet, awkwardly shifting. Kyuhyun had an inkling: with the way Zhou Mi stared at the two men, that he had no idea who they were. Eeteuk was wise to him.
"Mr. Zhou Mi, do you recognize these people?"
There was regretful expression.
"Zhou Mi! Wha-why.. It's me, Henry! Your favorite!" Henry cried. Kibum immediately stood closer to the bed-ridden man, considering him. “Back two months ago, I tended your large gathering at Florida! You even told how grateful you were, promising to tour me here at Korea with your private pinto!” Henry tried again with no luck in Zhou Mi’s blank expression.
"What’s wrong? You don't... remember?" Kibum calmly asked before looking up to Eeteuk. "Doc, did he--"
"-just lose his memory, yes. But partly only. We are to conduct tests to see what we can do. For the mean time, since he's been bombarding with a lot of information, I highly suggest you let him get some rest now. You may visit again tomorrow, alright?"
Kyuhyun wondered idly, watching the two suited men leave, if Zhou Mi, by any chance was an influential man. The clues were right in front of them: stacks of gifts, bouquets, trinkets, the big names of the gift-senders and going out of the country - travelling? He heard several popular names of rich individual but he never heard of Zhou Mi’s before. It didn’t take a genius to know that this man was working under big company. Or maybe he actually owned it?
But Zhou Mi needed all other the information to get back to track. To his life prior to accident. Kyuhyun supposed visitors would help him greatly.
“There are these vague images on my head. They’re rather blurry and no matter how hard I try piecing them out, none of it makes sense.” Zhou Mi shared the next evening when the two of them were alone. Kyuhyun doing his usual work - fixing bandages and making sure the patient was comfortable - and Zhou Mi eying the new set of gifts near the door.
“Eeteuk mentioned about taking it slow. There’s no need to rush for things. I was told that your hospital bills are being taken care of already.” Kyuhyun told, only deeming it to be relevant.
“Who might… Oh, never mind,” Zhou Mi took a gentle grip on his sheets, sighing loudly. “I think Youngwoon and Sungmin are taking care of it. That I need not worry about anything. They told me how it is that when one’s just got promoted, bad luck seems to follow him next curse thing.”
“Promoted? What do you-“
“Executive Head in our corporation. For only two years and I got promoted. Or so they say. It’s an envy-worth spot of business job. Sungmin told.”
“That’s… woah.”
“I don’t even know how important it is,” Zhou Mi frowned, a resemblance to a kid, and stared outside the black window. “All I know what was important to me was music and singing. I wonder why I’m in the business thing.”
“You remembered singing more than anything else.” Kyuhyun had asked which sounded more of a statement and he could reason so when there was that light sparkle in Zhou Mi’s eyes at the mere mention of music. He was at awe. But then Zhou Mi looked at him; him and his big, loud mouth.
Kyuhyun cleared his throat. “Could you remember something, anything, before the accident?”
Zhou Mi looked at him for a moment, though his gaze was seemingly far away. Kyuhyun was afraid he suddenly stopped breathing.
“A girl. There was… a girl? I think.” Zhou Mi began cradling his head, nursing the incoming ache. “My head hurts really badly just remembering it.”
“O-oh, I’m sorry for that. Please rest.” Kyuhyun was at the door in seconds when Zhou Mi flagged for him, stopping him.
“Hey, I’m not upset,” Zhou Mi told, gradually speaking in a whispery, slow tone. “I just… need someone to let this all out. I hope you don’t mind…?”
He was an attentive, understanding nurse. Of course he didn’t. Kyuhyun had to play his part of the role. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you tomorrow, the usual hour. Good night, sir.”
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Visitors came and went, of which Zhou Mi pretended he knew of them because Youngwoon instructed him so. Still bed-ridden, he sent them smiles and polite gestures. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. How’s blah blah as he would as a newly elected president. Zhou Mi disliked doing it but had to give in.
“We can’t have the big labels knowing that you don’t remember a thing, man. It’d be bad for us. For everything we worked for,” Youngwoon closed his eyes, aiding the bridge of his nose, his sinus. “I know this is not fair for you but we can’t risk everything either. We’re talking about stocks, affiliation, good impression, relations and the like.”
“Youngwoon.”
“Yes, Zhou Mi?”
“Just… don’t speak for a minute, okay?” He looked rather drained from all those data and Zhou Mi would want nothing more than his bed to eat him alive. Be away from it all.
Nothing came back, no memories of whatsoever. Had it been a week since the accident? Maybe two, three? Of course he wanted his memories back despite all the headaches he had been getting because of it. The hospital was wearing him out. The dreariness, pale and just so cold, and the only reason it was bearable because of his nurse. Kyuhyun.
This pulled him back to their last conversation about a girl. A girl who was present in the accident. Someone who was clearly important if Zhou Mi managed to slightly remember her despite losing a part of his memory.
“Youngwoon, hey,” Zhou Mi took a considerable pause, trying to assess what to say as general as he could. He didn’t want jumping into his own conclusion. “Did I have a secretary? A female colleague I’m close with?”
Youngwoon eased a smile all of sudden, his mood somewhat shifting too obvious giddiness. “Definitely not. You wouldn’t approve of it. For Min-Ji, that was. You were sure there’d be only one girl near you and that’d be her.”
Zhou Mi waited for something to click. Youngwoon, inevitably, noticed the growing silence.
“Your fiancé, man.” He supplied, as a matter-of-factly wave hand gesture.
“I-what?” He did not mishear, did he?
Just how much and important did he lose of a part of his memory? Obviously, forgetting about his would-be wife was second in top of the list.
“But I guess… you’re okay now, right? Before the accident, man, you were so out of it,” Kangin had that rueful expression. “Sungminnie and I were worried.”
“What happened to me?” It felt off, asking this when Zhou Mi should know better what was going on in him. It was his mind and body after all. Though, because of the recent events…
“I don’t know. You didn’t say anything. But you were really depressed about something that wasn’t about work. Maybe about Min-Ji? It’s hard guessing when the person himself actually forgot the reason now, you know. Couldn’t even talk to her myself.”
Zhou Mi hung his head low, small. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It ain’t your fault. I’m just glad you’re here, y’know.”
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The better he got, the louder he talked. Kyuhyun would witness how one minute Zhou Mi was quiet and serious, in a deep thought of sorts until when they were left alone, he’d be bubbling like an excited geyser and tell him things. Of what he remembered, that was. Back at home in China, the food he ate, his first lost-in-translation in Seoul, his first attempt in rocking-out-the-stage until Youngwoon decided to dive in the crowd and there was… he couldn’t even.
Zhou Mi would complain too, about how he needed to put on an act for the sake of the company. Say this, say that. But Kyuhyun thought that maybe it was really for the best.
“Ugh. I don’t want to think about that. Could I say good riddance to that part of my memory I forgot?” Zhou Mi was on upright, hands together like a saint. Beautiful as ever, now that his complexion seemed to be radiant than before. Arm-sling, gone. Kyuhyun smiled at that, his heart-strings doing little tugged on him.
Though Zhou Mi’s expression wasn’t as close to saintly.
“That’d be selfish. Don’t you think that sometimes your previous self wanted to be where you were before?” Kyuhyun had said.
“I don’t know. It’s kind of funny that out of all I could forget, why work?” And why my fiancé? Zhou Mi almost added but stopped himself. He suddenly didn’t like the feeling at all.
But Kyuhyun was stricter, giving Zhou Mi’s pillow a slight shove and him a reprimanding look. He was like dealing with a child; a rich and powerful who-happened-to-be-an-important-president child. “Sir, nonetheless, it is still your responsibility. You are not alone in dealing with this because you got your friends’ backs, right? They won’t leave you.”
Zhou Mi surrendered. “Alright, alright. I give,” and suddenly, he was facing Kyuhyun with quite short proximity between them. “Hey, if I finally get out here, can I treat you for looking after me all this time?”
He snorted. “Right, well, it is my job to look after you.” But the invitation was a little tempting. Kyuhyun couldn’t deny having to like Zhou Mi in such a short time. With his wittily smart remarks and forever-sunshininess, and despite his condition, Zhou Mi was nonetheless interesting. And strong. Kyuhyun would never forget that once-weak patient now smiling back at him.
There was The But. “But I’d rather you find your missing pieces once you get out of here.” He had said with a stern tone that surprised even himself. The thought of Zhou Mi leaving and them back to strangers - as they once were - made him feel awful. But, was there more to it? This feeling of wariness? Kyuhyun didn’t understand what came over him and as quickly as he could, left the room and left a stunned Zhou Mi behind.
Because, when you remember before, you’d place before to now and you’d soon forget now.
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Heechul stood by the doorway, donning his warm civilian outfit and shaking his head at Kyuhyun. “Look at you,” he began. “All messed up and gooey because of an unrequited love between a nurse and his patient. Didn’t think I’d see that ruse over there with Shindong, how you wanted not to take the next shift.”
It was already late, so late that Kyuhyun didn’t have the energy to retort as he normally would with Heechul. “Whatever,” fitting his shoes, he took his bag and brush passed Heechul who was clicking his tongue.
“If I were you, I’d go for it.”
“Go for what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m no idiot. So what if you’re scared of the future? What if he does remember? That Zhou Mi has made space of you inside his head. When you are outside this hospital, you’d be Kyuhyun the Geek or Kyuhyun the Starcraft Master with a Pimple but you’d be you. He’d be him. And he’ll remember still.” Heechul all but shrugged a graceful shoulder, passing Kyuhyun and taking his bag as well. “When you like a person, you’d do anything to stay by their side, won’t you? That includes staying by their side even after their memories are back. Staying because you like them for who they are.”
Kyuhyun looked uncertain. “Yeah, well-
“Then stop being an ass and take him. Good-looking patient men are rare these days, you hear me? How I missed my chance with that Chinese guy with a fractured leg from last month. He was dancer, Kyuhyun. A dancer. We could’ve been dating and making sweet, sweet love in Bahamas if I didn’t chicken out in the last minute. Where is he now, I wouldn’t know. Pray tell he might actually get hurt again and be sent here. Like that’ll happen.” Heechul had that disappointed pout, looking so far away until he jabbed Kyuhyun with an umbrella.
“No regrets! Don’t make them, don’t even think about them.”
He raised his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay. But you make it sounds so simple when it’s not, hyung. It isn’t at all.”
“Trust me, you wouldn’t think about how simple or complex things when it comes chasing something you really want. For instance, tall and legs. And a big nose to that.”
He had scowled on that, but probably it meant true.
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He had been discharged days later, with two men at each of his side and three more at the entrance. One luxurious car waiting at front. All that was left was red carpet, Kyuhyun tried for humor.
But he swallowed instead, watching how Zhou Mi was being escorted by big, beefy men like they were bouncers. Except, they weren’t with their suits iron-cleaned like that. Zhou Mi sent him one last grin, waving before exiting and Kyuhyun finally let out the sigh he was unconsciously holding. Someone should award him the Best Idiot Award for not even asking Zhou Mi’s number. He could at least do that. And he missed.
Until he was going home, on a bus ride back to his place, when his phone made series of tweeting sounds.
I did the honors of asking your number to one of the nice lady nurses. :^D, the message said. Followed by, I hope you don’t mind. Still want to see you. - Zhou Mi, the walking man with a missing link
Kyuhyun couldn’t stop the smirk. Idiot, he sent and then, Fine, coffee later?
He suspected he had fallen, but not sure how deep he had gotten into. Like any of it matters anymore as Kyuhyun boarded out of the bus quickly and hurried to the café Zhou Mi said they’d meet. All that worry of being not remembered anymore simply flew out of Kyuhyun’s mind.
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“Where you going, sir?” One guard - the hired one for his mansion - asked, eyeing Zhou Mi as Zhou Mi stuffed his things in a small carrying bag. The excitement was evident on his face, lighting up like he was just about to do something he really liked for a long time. Though the idea wasn’t far off the mark.
“I’m just going out to meet someone. I’ll be back on my own, don’t worry.”
“Sir, I was instructed to watch you and let you take as many rests as you can. Going out this hour is-
“-is something that would relax me. I’m just going to have coffee, okay?” He gave the guard a pointed look and the man immediately backed down, leading him to the garage and to his (one too many) cars. “Thanks. You rest now yourself, okay? I’ll be fine.”
“Uh, sir?” the guard started, uneasy. Zhou Mi had stop before opening the car door. “I don’t know what happened, sir, but you seem much better than you were before.”
Oh, yes. The guard didn’t know. No one knew the loss-memory part because he, Youngwoon and Sungmin were protecting delicate sensibilities. “Really? What made you say that?”
“You were,” the guard tipped his head to the side, thinking. “Like too stiff. The last few days before the accident, you were in a bad mood all days long.”
“I was, huh?” Zhou Mi wondered, seriously trying to remember anything because this was the second time he was hearing it. “Sorry about that.”
The guard, hearing that, immediately dissolved into a stuttering mess. It wasn’t ever day a now important person addressing such a meek response. “N-no, don’t apologize! I was eavesdropping that time and I should be the one apologizing. Arranged marriage are hard but you accepted it because you love Miss Min-Ji dearly, don’t you, sir? But after a while, you guys were always fighting and you always got home more weary and drained. You even passed out. But I guess you wouldn’t remember that because you had been drinking.”
“Right.” Zhou Mi said, looking away and trying desperately not looking like he was clueless because he really was.
Still, arranged marriage? Fighting? Min-Ji? All of it was missing inside his head and it just caused him migraine putting it back in.
He’d better have talked with Youngwoon about this. Or with Sungmin. He had not liked the idea of addressing this with the lady herself when he remembered nothing of it. Like the mature man that he was, he’d deal with this.
Work was headway to steady right before his return but this. This was different than anything he could imagine. His heart was telling him all the reasons that this was not working, not with the lady he kept hearing. Min-Ji or whoever she was, and arranged marriage to that, everything was just too off. It never felt right the moment he heard of it.
But first, Kyuhyun was waiting for him and that was something he was willing to do, what his heart told him to. Now this, this felt right with all the reasons his mind could come up with.
To Be Continued.
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Setsu: This took longer than I expected. I was supposed to write it short and sweet and for some reason, it turned to this. One convoluted story, oh yes.
Zhou Mi: But why is it did it have to be me who had to have amnesia? It should've been Kui Xian with his off-to-the-world expression he always wears.
Kyuhyun: Hey, I'm not the one with clumsy head, getting yourself car-bumped. You should watch where cars are going.
Zhou Mi: They should watch where I'm going. I'm a living sunshine! They'd see me first.
Kyuhyun: What the hell? What does that have to do with anything?
Zhou Mi: I don't know. What are we talking about again?
Setsu: Oh, this two. *shakes head* So while they bicker like the married persons they are, please do comment my dear. Comments are cookies in my cookie jars. And while you're at it, it's pimping time! Befriend me at FACEBOOK or follow me at TUMBLR, pretty please~