R E B O R N . Shining lights breaking the calm night with their brightness, loud sound of the music coming from the nearest nightclub piercing the sharp silence and yet... night seemed still as breathtaking and beautfiful as usual, like a dark beauty wearing diamonds all over, ready to embrace everyone with its charm. Despite the late hour, Jongin felt nothing but an odd thrill, absently staring at the cigarette placed between his slender fingers, the ash dropping down on the road almost in slow motion, with Jongin's sharp stare wandering lazily all over the crowded Seoul streets. Peaceful... wasn't it? He was sitting in the car, in his beloved Nissan 350z, always a wonderful partner in Jongin's craziest ideas, making him recall certain experiences he wished to forget sometimes. A bottle of cheap vodka rested as a companion on the seat nearby, barely visible smile crossing the plump lips, giving the unusually pale features an expression of anticipation, with a dose of weakness, eyelids feeling heavy, eyes darker than usually, half-lidded, trying to focus on the road in front of him. With another long drag, he speeded up, with one hand resting on the wheel, other one leaning against the car door, cool air brushing the heated skin with slightly messy light strands covering Jongin's forehead. "Why does it seem so hot all of a sudden..." The alcohol was slowly kicking in... rushing in Jongin's veins faster than the boy might have expected. His hands squeezed the wheel as he swallowed hard, stepping harder on the gas, small sigh escaping his lips once he passed the center, quickly overtaking the other drivers one by one, not even bothering to stop as he went through a red light, the loud sound of horns again breaking the seemingly silent night.There it was... the familiar adrenaline... The next few minutes were essential with the meter exceeding the speed of 160km/h, trail of cars ahead almost impossible to pass, yet Jongin succeded... only to face the blurry sight of the heavy truck coming at him, eyes widening in unhidden surprise with arm instinctively and desperately covering his face. This time... he failed. Piercing, defeaning screech... Someone screamed. The sound tore through the light and back again on to the the point where it began, high and loud, leaving a cold shiver running down the lenght of your spine like a bucket of cold water thrown at your face. Terror and anxiety with angry yells filled the empty street which soon became crowded. Drivers quickly leaving their cars with trembling hands at the sight of the crash, the expression on their faces... the one of horror as if it pained each of them to breathe in, surely the worst experience possible... "911...911... for God's sake, someone call 911, this kid isn't breathing... The driver yelled towards the victims standing still in the pool of blood. A baby started crying with her mother's arms squeezing the little figure firmly, a mumbling sound escaping her lips "I-Is... h-he dead...". The sight itself was awful. Bunch of males started to panic, fiddle with their cellphones, trying to free Jongin's arm, to get into a car which was knocked over and devastated, the boy's body covered in cuts, wounds, blood dripping down his cheeks and neck, completely limp. ...white. White and blur. This was the first thing Jongin faced once he managed to open his eyes, his senses managing to catch the dull sound of people speaking. He couldn't turn his head, neither move his arm or leg. It hurt to breathe in. And it was just a beginning, no matter if Jongin was aware or not. Within next few attempts, a sound escaped his mouth, raspy and weak, causing his own eyebrows to furrow. "Where am I?" The response was quick, coming from the tall doctor, who took a seat next to the bed. "In a hospital." With a confused look, the male shook his head from side to side, yet before he could reply, the doctor continued slowly."Your sister was here... and your boyfriend. His name was...Byun Baekhyun, right?" Jongin coughed, the pain piercing through his ribs causing him to frown as he pressed a palm against his chest, turnign to the doctor again as he raised his eyebrow, muttering under his breath, not even bothering to look at the doctor, an odd feeling of not understanding the situation simply irritating him all of a sudden. "My sister? Mm..."After a brief explanation, Jongin realized he had a car crash, recalling only a previous night when he got wasted... perhaps, this was the reason of why he was in the hospital now. Obviously shrugging off the guilt off his shoulders, he couldn't even believe he spent a week in the hospital already as he was unconcious for so many days. After all... was his condition really this serious? Rubbing on his forehead, he noticed few scars on his wrist, only nodding briefly as he was told to rest. A sudden thought came into his mind and he was quick to react. "One more thing, doc... I don't have a boyfriend... I'm straight and-- well, it must have been some misunderstanding..." The young male stared back at the doctor, only to divert his attention to the window in a pure ignorance of his current state, fingers tapping on the nightstand. "Okay then, Jongin...", the doctor smiled sympahetically then shut the door behind, exhaling deeply as he faced his collegue, handing him some paper sheet. It was too promising to let Jongin leave the hospital after one more week. The car crash wasn't just a serious accident, leaving the boy physically pained. "Your initial diagnose was correct. It's not amnesia... he would have remembered important facts from his past. It's a memory loss.."
??? MUN'S IMPORTANT NOTES. { It is really poorly written, but I'll work on further plots for more than 4-5 minutes, I promise. So... Jongin has lost his memory, hovewer it is not clear if it's a temporary loss. He can't remember most of his friends, neither act like he used to. His attitude and personality changed drastically as he owns no memory of most of his past experiences. He might become a very (I am repeating.. VERY) hostile and cold person, also hot-tempered due to the serious brain damage. Do. not. expect my muse to know yours, neither to recall everything they went through together. Let's say, Jongin is a reborn male with some of his past tendencies. However, the fact he acts distant/cold/like a totally fucked up bastard, doesn't mean he has no interest in getting closer to your muse. Just the way he express himself, emotions and further feelings, changed. Answering the possible question, YES, it is possible that he would regain his memory, yet it requires a huge dose of patience from everyone he is going to interract with. Ah, and obviously despite the confusion and misunderstandings, he will probabbly remain attracted to things he used to be attracted to... so, it basically means, it is obviously possible to make friends with him, if your muse and Jongin used to be close in the past. Try to understand my muse, please. Also, take time in discovering his personality features and habits once more. Use it as an occasion to roleplay with someone different. Someone of a truly composed personality (I'm so damn humble, oh well). Also, it is obvious that once Jongin realizes he lost his memory, his desire would be to get it back so it opens a huge trail of possibilities and developpement/wonderful adventures for our muses and-- Alright, don't read more. I suppose it's enough for now. Ah, just one more thing, I wished to avoid ghost followers and those who had no interest in interracting with Jongin, so you can find this wrecked man behind a new url. IN CASE IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK. THANK YOU.
