shattered puzzles | 6
PAIRING: Hyunjin x reader, slight Minho x reader
CONTENT/WARNINGS: fluff, angst, a slight love triangle, amnesia!Hyunjin, Doctor!Chan, Rude!Hyunjin, car accident, trauma
WORD COUNT: 5.3k
RATING: pg13
SUMMARY: a rude and arrogant patient with no identification wakes up from a year-long coma and develops temporary amnesia. Assigned to you, a volunteer who’s not going to put up with his attitude, you’re both in for a rough ride.
SERIES SONG: I Don’t Remember Me (Before You)
SERIES TAGLIST: @p0t4t0don14ll @bowlofblueberries @ohmysparkle @perriwiinkle @p2q3r4 @hyunjun-jpeg @stuckonkpop @geniejunn @koroleva--rezni @straykisz @jeonginlvr @imnaye0n
A/N: i finished this much earlier than i expected, but i wanted to stay on a schedule PLUS i have like, 4 fics this month so wooo! I really hope you guys enjoy this part! big thanks to @geniejunn for being my beta and catching everything i missed! i really appreciate it <3 also, for the month of august, to celebrate 1 yr on tumblr, i was thinking maybe we could do some sort of event/game but i’d like to hear your ideas since it will involve you guys! lmk what you think and have a great day/night!
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Hyunjin was on a mission, an investigative mission. Minho was the suspect, and Hyunjin the detective, and the case was his past. He’d watched him closely, caught the hints. Minho was his biggest lead, and he needed his answers,
“So, where do you live?” He inquired, hands folded in front of his face, curiously. It was his third day under the joint supervision of Han and Minho—mostly Minho as it seemed Jisung was being “babysat” as well.
Minho pays for their meal, shoving his hand in his pocket as he catches up, takeout swinging in a plastic bag beside him, “Out of town.”
Hyunjin nods, eyeing the elder quizzically as he starts texting someone on his phone. Why did he have to be so cryptid? Hyunjin shudders as he wonders if Minho was the hitman he’d seen in his flashback, but pushes the thought away as Han speaks up. “He lives in this pretty big house, but he doesn’t like to talk about how rich he is.”
The blond cocks his head to the side, “Why not?”
Jisung looks to the oldest subtly, before leaning in and whispering to Hyunjin, “Something happened to one of his friends… he doesn’t get along with his family either, so he tries to forget about it. He hasn’t stayed there the past couple months, though.”
The blond nods, suddenly feeling bad for asking. He was curious and suspicious of the raven head, but he had no right to impose and dig up memories he wanted to forget. Hyunjin wished he had the same luxury.
Minho drops his phone to his side, perking up, “Where do you guys want to go?” unaware of the conversation the two boys had just shared about him. Hyunjin almost feels guilty of the gossip.
Jisung jumps excitedly, “Oh, can we go to the cinema? They have this new sci-fi flick, Hyunjin would love it!” Trying to sound as convincing as possible. At Hyunjin’s name, Minho nods, although all the younger two notice is that he said yes. “Thank you! I’ve been trying to get Felix to go, but he’s “too broke for the theater” recently.”
Minho snorts, “Yeah, well I’m cheap, so we’re going to the one Seungmin works at, in the plaza Jeongin works at,” shaking his head as he looks up the movie and reads out showtimes. Finally, they decide on a five o’clock viewing, about four hours from now. “We’ve got three hours to kill, what do you guys say we head to [Y/N]’s place until then?”
The two nod, and Hyunjin stares at the black automobile before entering. Something about it was familiar, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He was still semi-wary of cars, but he usually got in without much hesitation. His stomach twists unpleasantly as he stands in front of the vehicle, until a hand is on his shoulder, shaking him.
“Hey man, are you okay?” The honey-skinned boy wonders, eyes large and concerned for the blond. Jisung got on Hyunjin’s nerves a lot, but he was a caring and lovable friend that he was grateful to share with you.
With a heavy breath, he nods, “I’m good, let’s go,” climbing into the car and turning to the side, thinking to himself.
When they arrive at your apartment, Jisung remembers the food in the car, complaining to himself loudly as he rushes down the stairs. Hyunjin finds it quite comedic, taking a seat on the couch and scrolling through his phone. Honestly, his phone was pretty boring, since he didn’t have any social media, and he thought most YouTubers were too annoying to watch.
Minho pokes his head out the door and looks around, making sure Han wasn’t in earshot yet, then plops himself beside Hyunjin. With a sigh, he starts, “Have you thought about what I told you at the arcade?”
“What? About [Y/N] and I?” Minho nods, and Hyunjin doesn’t feel so bad about his earlier nosiness, “I have. I still don’t see how it’s your business what relationship we have—I don’t see why you’re so interested in what I remember, either.”
Minho groans at the sharpness in his tone, running his hand over his face, stressfully. Hyunjin didn’t understand—he didn’t know, he didn’t remember. “I’m just looking out for you both. Like I said, you’re going to wish you listened to me.”
And just like last time, Jisung returns, and Minho’s back to his sarcastic and comedic ways, “Hey, Mr. Prince, where are the video games?” Hyunjin growls, unamused by the nickname as he finds the games, “Ah, thank you, Your Highness.”
Flustered and already getting worn out, Hyunjin leaves to his room, slamming the door loudly. Jisung stares after him, then at Minho, who was already occupied with the game console. Minho was usually quite caring and nice, but with Hyunjin, he always seemed to tease too much. As for Hyunjin, the boy seemed genuinely uncomfortable and offended by some of the older’s antics, and oddly enough, Jisung could see why. “I think you should lay off the teasing. He seems sensitive, and he obviously doesn’t like the nicknames,” the tanned boy empathizes, feeling bad for the blond but also afraid he was out of line.
The older boy frowns, nodding. He didn’t want Hyunjin not to like him, he just… “Yeah, I guess I’m coming off really mean, huh?” masking his culpability with a half-hearted smile. “Thanks Ji.”
The younger boy smiles, happy with the outcome, and they continue they’re electronic battle against each other happily.
“How was your day?” Hyunjin asks, following you like a puppy as you scavenge for junk food.
You shrug, “As good as it could've been. What about yours?” Popping onto the couch gracefully, Hyunjin doing the same second later.
He rests his head on his palm, staring at you with heart-eyes, “It was fine.” He focuses on the details of you face as you click the TV on, leaning towards you slightly.
“What happened?” You pout, turning to face him as Alien plays in the background. He shrugs, smiling as you shrink into his jacket that you were borrowing. You looked so cute in his clothes, it almost made him feel like you two were together in a normal, domestic way instead of as caretaker and patient. You persist, “C'mon, tell me what's wrong, I'll make it better.”
He doesn't want to burden you, but he'd already let his emotions slip and that meant you weren't going to give up until you figured it out. “Minho likes to call me names… And I don't exactly like them,” mumbling quietly in embarrassment. He was an adult, yet here he was, bugging you with his problems like a child. Not wanting you to worry, he quickly adds, “Don't worry about it, though. I'll deal with it.”
You roll your eyes, brushing his blond lock out of his eyes, “We both know you won't deal with it. It's fine though, because I'll talk to him about it. You've got to voice your feelings, Jinnie.” And his heart skips a beat when you call him that.
Chest thumping loudly under you fingertips, he nods, subconsciously leaking into your hand that combs his hair gently. “Thank you, [Y/N]. I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you, you could never deserve that,” eyes big and sparkly as he gazes at you lovingly—although you think it's with gratefulness.
“Of course, it's my job to watch over you,” and there it is. The indirect, unconscious rejection he always felt. Just as Minho had said, you only thought of him as a patient, not a man or someone you could potentially be interested in.
With that, he pulls away abruptly, his eyes dropping to his lap as he nods dejectedly. He laughs to himself, and mutters out a soft, “Right. Your job.”
“Hey, you know that's not what I meant—” you frown, reaching for his arm. He pulls away from your touch, visibly upset and sad. “Hyunjin, you do know I genuinely care about you, right?”
He nods, eyes focused on the television, filled with depression and loneliness. In this world, this life, he always seemed to feel alone. To feel like a dead body walking and breathing, but not living. It's oddly familiar, and he guesses he felt this way before his “sleep”. “I know. I'm sorry.”
You shake your head, “No, I'm sorry. I should've been more careful with my words. It's my fault.”
He feels himself slipping away.
It's my fault.
My fault.
“It's all your fault!” a man screams, tears cascading down his.face as he grips Hyunjin’s collar, “You did this to my daughter!”
Hyunjin’s too far gone to react, only sobbing drowsily as his own eyes water. It wasn't his fault, right? He didn't mean for this to happen. Was he to blame?
“Hey, back off!” A strong, protective figure growls back, standing tall in front of Hyunjin’s sedated body. “It's not his fault! Stop yelling at him!” the angry man yells some more profanities, which the younger male retorts back to, equally fired up until the staff pushes the father out the room.
“Mr. Lee, we're going to ask you not to yell anymore, and to vacate the room,” a nurse tells him robotically.
“I'm not leaving—”
“We need your assistance in critical care. The girl he came with, we're losing her,” a man's voice booms through the room, and all the doctors and nurses rush out, leaving him and the man behind.
The man turns around, revealing that familiar pointed nose and large eyes, only now his nose is scrunched and, and his eyes are contemplating. “Do you trust me?” Hyunjin blinks groggily, meaning yes, “I have to get you out of here. Those doctors, they're gonna kill you—we have to go now!” He whisper-yells, pulling Hyunjin’s gurney whilst the blond drifts off from the drugs.
He wakes with a sharp breath, no tears, but he's staring at you with eyes like an owl’s. “Hyunjin, are you okay?” You panic, halting your aggressive shaking, “Are you with me?”
He nods, taking deep breaths as you pull him in for a hug, rubbing over his arms and back. The more he sees, the less Minho seems like a threat, and the guiltier he feels for suspecting him. Plus, he knew his identity, and he was withholding that information just so he could stay with you for now. When he thinks about it, he just feels like he's conning all of you at once without knowing. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't apologize. Whatever it is, it's not your fault and nobody blames you,” you whisper to him soothingly, running your fingers in his hair. He feels tired and groggy, from both investigating your friend and his memory, and soon enough he’s passed out on your shoulder. You smile, moving him to comfortably lay on the couch and bring him a blanket, watching your movie beside him.
You text Minho, despite your earlier words, and ask him to give Hyunjin a break—not everyone could take his unique humor as easily as you and Jisung managed to. He responds with a simple okay and a promise to be nicer, and that’s good enough for you. That’s what you always liked about Minho, that he was easy to talk to and rational, not to mention caring, helpful, and reliable.
Your stomach turns, and something in your chest doesn’t feel right as you think about how amazing Minho was—and is—while Hyunjin lies beside you. As weird as it sounds, you almost feel like your betraying Hyunjin.
You frown and decide you’ll sort out your feelings another time.
Hyunjin stares at Chan, a question hanging on the tip of his tongue, “When I arrived… was I already in a coma?” Feeling like an awkward teenager having their first adult conversation with their parents.
Chan looks up, thinking, “I think so.”
Hyunjin nods, licking his lips as he debates his next question before telling himself it couldn’t hurt to ask, “Who admitted me? That would be on record, right?” his eyes big with curiosity and anticipation. Chan tells him he has to check that, because his memory might betray him, before snapping his fingers in recognition.
“It was Minho, he said he found you out in the middle of nowhere and had me pull some strings to have you admitted. He also put himself as your emergency contact, if my memory serves me right,” smiling proudly with his answer as he writes something down on his clipboard.
Hyunjin mutters under his breath, “I knew it.”
The older man clicks his pen, looking into Hyunjin’s sharp eyes, “He visited you semi often, not nearly as much as [Y/N] did though. Speaking of which, how are you two? You seemed pretty upset with her last time I saw you.” Genuinely concerned of the relationship between you two.
The blond purses his lips, trying not to blush as he recalls that Chan probably knew of his crush on you, “W-we’re fine. It was just a misunderstanding, but we’re good now,” cursing himself for stuttering. Chan asks if he’s alright, chuckling at his reddening cheeks, to which he gives an embarrassed quiet nod.
The two sit in a mostly comfortable silence as Chan checks off boxes and tests Hyunjin’s reflexes. Hyunjin, as much as he loved Chan, was eager for this to be over. He knew Minho was waiting with you in the waiting room, and he squirmed at the thought of something happening because his check-up appointment was taking too long.
Shifting awkwardly, impatiently watching Chan scribble something down, the taller bites his lip and decides to move the process along, “Can I go now? I don’t want to keep [Y/N] waiting,” alone with Minho, that is. He was sure Minho wouldn’t hurt you, because there was no way that man wasn’t head over heels with the way he looked at you, but that made Hyunjin all the more uneasy. If Minho liked you, then he’d want to keep Hyunjin away, right? Even if they seemed to have been friends before, there was something obviously suspicious about this entire situation.
Chan senses Hyunjin’s impatience, shining a light quickly into each of the patient’s eyes, and nodding. “Say hi to [Y/N] for me, yeah?”
Hyunjin nods, happily bouncing onto his feet and rushing to the waiting room, only to find your presence missing from it. So many people, so many patients, where were you? Had one of these strangers been a serial killer who managed to nab you and not be noticed, due to the densely populated lobby? He’s about to start panicking when a familiar, rough hand holds onto him with a firm yet comforting and concerned grip.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Minho raises his eyebrows, pulling Hyunjin out of his slowly increasing panic—the familiar face calming him down. “Is it [Y/N]? She just had to leave early—for work. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Hyunjin nods, relaxing and standing awkwardly. Sensing the younger’s stiffness, Minho removes his hand, backing up a bit with a tight-lipped smile, “Ready to go?” Wiggling his keys.
Hyunjin feels alright with letting Minho drive, especially after the shorter male had taken him and Han out on the multiple days he’d “watched” him for you. The two ride in silence, until Minho decides to hook up his phone to the aux. He gives Hyunjin a flash of a glance, before punching in a song and turning up the volume slightly.
Hyunjin is curled up to his seatbelt and the car door—as he usually did—avoiding making conversation with the older male. Minho wasn’t as bad as he’d originally thought, but that conversation from the first day still had him spooked. Since then, Minho had given him this odd feeling of trust and betrayal at the same time.
He stays comfortably in his thoughts, until the soft melody of the song hits his ears, and it’s like his attention was grabbed. His muscles twitch involuntarily but familiarly to the rhythm, and his mind starts to fog over with vague memories.
“Wow, you’re doing great, man!” Minho grins, encouraging Hyunjin to continue, ‘You were born for this!”
Hyunjin smiles, continuing to absolutely dominate the choreography.
Then he blinks, and he’s in the same dance studio room as last time, Areum sitting at the benches and Minho standing and clapping, “That’s my best friend!”
“Thanks man,” Hyunjin hears himself let out, breathless.
The memory slowly fades into another one, Minho’s worried face decorated with a few stray tears. Hyunjin can hear wheels rolling, and although his vision is blurry and narrowed, he can make out white walls and then a dark street, Minho’s hair bouncing as he runs. “Hang in there, I’m going to get you out of here, buddy. Just stay with me.”
With a drawl, Hyunjin’s voice chokes out, “What’s going on? Where are we going?”
Minho abruptly stops and shoots a quick look over his shoulder, and Hyunjin can see the worry intensify in the older boy’s eyes. The brunet gives Hyunjin a reassuring smile, “Somewhere safe. Don’t worry,” and he lifts him off of what looks like the shape of a gurney, gently placing the mostly limp boy into a black car. “I’ll always take care of you, because that’s what big brothers do.”
Hyunjin nods, muttering a tired “hm,” before dozing back into his medically induced sleep.
When he opens his eyes, he’s ugly crying into his shirt sleeve, wetting the material with tears, snot, and drool all at the same time as he sobs loudly. Minho’s already pulled over, pulling the younger one into a protective hold, and Hyunjin can’t help but replay the last words he remembered once more, “… that’s what big brothers do.”
His mind too clogged with emotion for him to fully register and understand the words, but he feels the understanding of a brotherly friendship between the two of them, and he hugs back. Minho’s body stiffens, and he hides the feeling of sadness he feels at both the younger’s tears and his own pain.
“It’s okay, you’re safe. Calm down,” rubbing a soothing hand on the younger’s back that reminds him of your touch, and his shaking slowly lulls away. “I know you probably wish I was [Y/N] right now, but I’m here for you too,” a lighter tone in his voice as he slowly brings Hyunjin back to his former state of tranquility.
“Thank you,” Hyunjin mumbles, embarrassed for letting Minho see him break down a second time, and tired from all the energy he spent in his crying fit.
The black haired man smiles, patting him gently on the back and restarting the car. He doesn’t start driving until a few minutes later though, giving Hyunjin time to collect himself before he takes off towards the dance studio.
Two days later, he realizes he's really been wrong about Minho all along. The slightly older man was nothing short of caring and loving—Hyunjin supposes that, mixed with his unmatched humor, was what made you so head over heels for him. But regardless of the jealousy and slight discomfort your relationship with Minho brought him, he couldn’t deny that he was undoubtedly one of the most amazing people Hyunjin had the pleasure of knowing.
After that breakdown in his car, Hyunjin was finally warming up to Minho, acting less rude and snappy and more obedient and calm towards him. The only two things that put Hyunjin off about him were his relationship to you, and his knowledge of Hyunjin’s past—which he never brought up other than that time at the hospital when he’d hinted at the blond’s last name.
“So, do you want me to make kimchi-jjigae while we wait, or order something from that foreign restaurant down the street?” Minho asks Hyunjin, Han, and Changbin, inspecting your fridge and it’s ingredients carefully.
Changbin pipes up, excited, “That place is mostly meat, right? They’ve got this killer bulgogi…” practically drooling at the thought of the meaty dish.
“How about you, Hyunjin? Are you in the mood for some bibimbap and sashimi?” Minho offers, dialing up the restaurant to order. Hyunjin nods, making the older smile as he turns his attention to Han, the two of them arguing over the best food choice before finally coming to an agreement.
Hyunjin feels bad, knowing that his previous suspicions over Minho were completely false, feeling the guilt of not fully remembering him eat at him. Minho had done nothing but look out for Hyunjin in his memories, and he’d been a jerk and angry with him the entire time he’d been awake. Why was that again?
Oh, right. You.
Hyunjin almost forgot he was in a love triangle, where the triangle was really just a circle around you and Minho, and he was desperately trying to squeeze himself inside while pushing the older out.
As Hyunjin stares at the TV, he can’t help but frown, a prominent sense of responsibility tightening in his chest.
“If it’s not here in twenty minutes, I’m only paying half price, deal?” Minho finishes, hanging up the phone and waltzing over to the couch to sit with the other boys as they wait on you, Chan, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin. Today was another game night, and so they all instinctively decided to gather at your place—it was practically tradition, after all. Chan was a doctor and he was usually late anyway. Seungmin was waiting on Jeongin to finish up his shift, and you were stuck in traffic, a horrible day for Felix to carpool with you, really.
So all Hyunjin’s favorite people—minus Minho who’d recently joined the list (although he wasn’t going to admit that any time soon)—were missing from the room. Sure, Han and Changbin were cool, but Hyunjin was slightly intimidated by Changbin and Jisung tended to get on his nerves (and vice versa).
The room falls quiet, an old 80s thriller that nobody was particularly interested in playing on your flat screen. Hyunjin looks around and thinks, all of them had lives before he woke up six months ago. Lives they could remember. Even with the handful of memories he had, he didn’t feel like he knew the person he used to be. He didn’t remember his motivations or feelings, just stories recorded in his mind.
But, it’s not like he’s an entirely different person or a blank slate anymore. He seemed to have been friendly before, and he still danced, so those things were consistent—not to mention his hairstyle. He was just, different. Reborn. Twice reborn. The first when he’d awoken, and the second was when he’d accepted that not everyone was his enemy.
The assessment makes him feel better, but he still wonders if Minho was waiting for him to wake up one day and remember, waiting for his friend to come back. Nervously, he decides he’s going to find out.
Hyunjin stands, quietly walking, a slight slouch in his back as he tries to look as innocent as possible. He taps Minho, making the older look up at him curiously, “What’s up?” Hyunjin mumbles something about talking in private, and Minho nods, standing and trailing after Hyunjin to his room, “Are you okay?”
Hyunjin nods, his blond locks bouncing gently as he paces, “You brought me to Chan?” his eyes big like a puppy as he stares, waiting for an answer.
Minho keeps his focus on Hyunjin, nodding, “Is that it?”
Hyunjin purses his lips, stepping closer to tower over Minho. He’d recently read an article saying someone is more likely to answer a question if the interrogator is standing, or taller, than them. Time to test the theory, “Why didn’t you tell me you know me?”
Minho blinks three times, his pink lips falling into an “o” shape in surprise. How did Hyunjin know? Nobody else knew their past—they didn’t even know the boy’s surname—how did he find out? “How do you know that? Did your memories come back?”
Hyunjin shakes his head, “You answer first, then I will,” pleased with his mostly believably stern tone. His shoulders straighten, making him look even taller than he was, and he puffs out his chest, trying to look intimidating.
Minho watches his movements carefully, his straight brows furrowing as he analyzes Hyunjin. It was true, he had known him—but he was continuously learning that he did not anymore. This Hyunjin didn’t particularly like him—to his knowledge—and he was trying to find out who Minho’s Hyunjin had been. He wanted to know about Hwang Hyunjin, the long-haired boy who would follow Minho around and call him his big brother, and then would try on his clothes because he wanted to be just like him. “I wanted to protect you.”
And he did. Nothing good would come from Hyunjin being connected to his past.
“How is letting me live without an identity protecting me?” Hyunjin scoffs incredulously, his usually wide and soft eyes narrowed. Even if he thought Minho wasn’t the asshole he originally thought he was, he didn’t fully trust him. Danger comes wearing a smile. “Why did you take me from the first hospital?”
Minho breathes deeply, anxious. He hoped Hyunjin would just, wake up, and know all the answers. Instead, he had to explain everything and relive it all again. “Those doctors did this to you, I was trying to get you away, but I wasn’t quick enough. Your coma was medically-induced—they were going to kill you…” he frowns, feeling the same guilt and pain wash over him from head to toe all over again. “If I told you right away, you would’ve told Chan, and we would’ve both been in big trouble.”
Hyunjin goes silent, staring at the ground. He’s right, he thinks. If he’d known, there’s a good chance he’d be back with his parents, which with what he knew now, didn’t seem like the best thing for him. But Minho had just let him be a blank slate, he didn’t even stick around at the beginning.
Minho frowns at his silence, placing a hand on his shoulder, “You have to understand, I just did what I thought was best for you. Your father had a hitman on you, if they found out you were still around, you’d be dead. You remember me, right? In your memory, I was taking care of you, right?”
Hyunjin stares at Minho, scrutinizing him. He had the same tender yet shielded look in his eyes as he did in all the fragments he’d remembered, the same soft and sharp cheeks, the same nose, and the same comforting tone in his voice that makes Hyunjin trust him. He was a twenty-something year old with no memories or family he was close with, he had nothing to lose by trusting Minho completely. At least nothing other than his relationship with you, but he wasn’t thinking about that at the moment.
With a breath, he nods, “Yeah, you were…” he nods, his lip quivering, “You said you were taking care of me, because that’s what big brothers do.”
Minho nods, “We’re not related, but you’ve always been my little brother, and I’ve always taken care of you,” he pauses. This might be crossing the line, since he wasn’t exactly close to this Hyunjin like he used to be, but he had to warn him. He inhales deeply, “Which is why I’m trying to tell you, don’t fall in love with [Y/N], you’ll both end up hurt.”
At the reminder of Minho’s constant persistence to keep you two apart, Hyunjin’s not feeling so sentimental and emotional anymore. Instead, he looks at Minho suspiciously, eyeing him up and down and examining his appearance. He was lean, built and proportioned perfectly to the point that he looked taller than he was. His dark chocolate brown hair beautifully combed away from his eyes, highlighting the large cocoa-colored orbs, which always managed to look both innocent, mischievous, intimidating and soft all at the same time. He decides they’re both evenly matched enough in looks and personality–besides Minho’s tendency to tease too much.
He knows you like Minho, and vise versa, but he still thinks he has a fighting chance in this battle of love.
“You don’t understand, do you?” the older boy groans at Hyunjin’s conflicted face, placing his strong hands on Hyunjin’s shoulders and shaking him slightly. “It’ll be Areum all over again.”
Hyunjin shakes his head, “How would that happen? Aren’t I safe now? Nobody knows who I am or where I came from, and everyone else thinks I’m dead!” He gets a little too loud at that last part, thanking God that the TV is literally blaring in the living room or his secret would’ve been spilled. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I’m not hiding anything from you, I promise. It’s just–Chan’s trying to identify you, he’s got you in every missing persons database, and it’s only a matter of time until you get matched or someone recognizes you, Hyunjin. Then you’ll have to take care of it yourself, I can only do so much,” he frowns. “[Y/N] doesn’t deserve to die because you fell in love with her, right?”
Hyunjin wants to cry at even the notion of you dying. It was ridiculous how it wasn’t happening, and his eyes were watering already. If he had to chose between his memories, and you, he’d choose you in a heartbeat. Oh, how he wished that were the choice. He didn’t have that luxury, unfortunately, instead he was stuck with piecing together everything that had led him to this moment.
“… Right,” he reluctantly agrees, his heart aching because he knows what Minho means.
“Honey, I’m home!” your melodic voice booms throughout the house, food, and friends in tow as you trot happily into the house. With a head tilt, you pout, “Where are Hyunjin and Minho?”
Quickly after, the two emerge from the hallway, both smiling brightly as they simultaneously run to greet you. You chuckle when you crash into Minho’s body, and wave excitedly at Hyunjin, “You two have a good day? No fights I’m going to hear about later?”
They shake their heads, disagreeing in sync, and you all chuckle at them, “Good, because I don’t want to fix Minho up again. I feel like Hyunjin could seriously give him a fight if he tried.” Everyone nods at Chan’s remark, except Minho who gives Hyunjin a testing smile.
“Hey, if he’s ever up for it,” he shrugs, waving his fist jokingly, and Hyunjin gets into a mock fighting stance in return, “I’m down to give him a few good punches.”
You roll your eyes, pushing his raised fist down, “Okay, settle down. I swear, you two act like some rowdy brothers sometimes.”
Hyunjin looks to Minho, who seems almost overjoyed with the thought–his eyes shined over with nostalgia. To Minho, they’ve always been–and always will be–brothers. Minho would always want the best for Hyunjin, and only wanted to protect him. He’d gotten Hyunjin this far, so why not listen to him again?
You don’t know of Hyunjin’s resolve, giving him a confused look, “Hey, you alright?”
He nods, “Yeah…” trailing off slowly. He needed to detach from you, and continue to learn more about his old life, and he had to start now. “I’m fine.”
Ping! Ping!
The computer lights up, text filling the screen along with a picture of an all too familiar face. Hwang Hyunjin located. Click for more information…
A shadowed figure presses a button and a printer makes a quiet shushing sound, printing the related documents. The figure bags them, and dials a number, speaking in a deep, rough voice, “We’ve got him, sir.”
“Are you sure it’s him?”
“Yes, we found your son. We’re sending the details right now.”
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