SPECIAL: “1,000 cranes for you” [stray kids]
genre: reverse harem + angst + fluff
ficstyle: bulletpoints + storyline + LONG
prompt: you lost your memory; you woke up to 9 guys who had memories with you.. during the time that you were in a coma, each boy made 1,000 cranes, hoping to grant them the wish of remembering them.. so .. who will you remember first?
note: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K FOLLOWERS / I HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO SHOW LOVE TO THIS LITTLE HOBBY OF MINE~
How long have you been asleep? That was your first question when you woke up lying in a white, breezy hospital bed. The wind was blowing from the window and the sun was peeking through the see-through curtains; lined up on the window, were flowers of many colors, shapes and sizes. There were also a bottle of containers that held in.. what was it.. paper cranes? It brought a smile to your face.. How did I get here? You’d think to yourself..
the boy starts to tear up
he’s standing there with a basket of paper cranes
the amount of shock caused him to drop the basket
the boy runs towards you and shoves your face into his chest
the boy falls down onto his knees
“it’s me.. Jeongin… your junior in Literature club…”
all the old memories starting rushing back to him
he noticed you as you were handing out flyers for Literature Club
“are you interested in become a member?”
your smile was blinding but he wanted to see more of it
he bashfully took the flyer from you; as he grazed your hand, his heart started to run away from the fear of any possible form of rejection
“hope to see you there~” you smiled and he was at ease
one time, Jeongin came to the literature club room early
he caught you sleeping by the open window; sleeping
he takes off his school blazer and puts it over your shoulders
(maybe it wouldn’t be weird if I sat next to them..)
once he sits next to you, your head shifts over to his shoulder
he holds his breathe; hoping that this isn’t a dream and that he can keep this moment imprinted in his head forever
Jeongin turns to push your hair out of your face
“I like you y/n..” he whispers, “I always will…”
he lets go of his grip and shuffle his feet towards his basket
there were so many paper cranes on the ground
you got up from your bed and took off all the annoying tubes
you also shuffled over to pick them up with them
“why are there so many paper cranes..” you asked as you looked up from picking some off of the ground
you lifted your hand to wipe off the tears
you and Jeongin both look up at the door
the tall boy starts to smile
tears lined up on his water line
immediately picks up his phone and starts to yell
after a few shouting words, he shoves his phone in his pocket
he kneels down and cups your face
“do you remember me? it’s Hyunjin!!”
he squishes your face; making you feel like a little Shiba Inu
“I-agk..don-don’t reme-member uuu~” you tried to speak through the aggressively soft face squishing
he looks over and Jeongin
Jeongin shakes his head at him
Hyunjin looks back at you and his smile softens
he got lost in your big and clueless eyes; remembering how he met you for the first time
he was a part-timer at a diner and a puppy cafe across the streets
the door opens; indicating that a customer was walking in
he believes that you were the most beautiful being he’s ever seen in his life
“um.. I’m here under the reservation of Jun?” you spoke softly
“oh yeah… right this way..”
he realized that you were there on a date
but hours and hours later, you were still sitting in that lone booth with the same glass of water from a few hours ago..
“um.. we’re closing now…”
“I’m glad that I don’t have to anymore blind dates after this, I’ll tell my parents it didn’t work out.. sorry for holding up space..”
“it’s alright.. if.. if you’re a little hungry, would you like to go to the puppy cafe across the street? I work there too…”
you smiled as you took his hand
“sounds like a better plan than one I had for today..”
Hyunjin comes up to you; mad at your date and sad that someone as beautiful as you
he helps you and Jeongin place the paper cranes back into the basket
then he helps you up and leads you to the array of flowers and paper cranes by the window
he points you to the glass container with a pretty yellow ribbon wrapped around it
“I made those for you..” Hyunjin said, still holding your hand
you turned to look at Jeongin as he placed his basket next to it
“what are they used for?” you asked the both of them
but another voice answered for them
“there’s a legend that promises the wish of the person who makes a 1000 paper cranes…all of us want to make a wish that you’ll get well and remember us…”
you turned to see who was talking
there was a soft-haired boy who looked like a teddy bear
he was holding a guitar case; there was a little keychain that looked familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint from where
“hey y/n..” he stuck out his hand, “I’m Woojin.. we’re.. from the same class..”
Jeongin settles by the window
Hyunjin leads you back to the bed for you to sit down
Woojin takes out his guitar
“I remember how much you liked listening to me play the guitar.. so I thought I’d come and play some to you today… I’m glad that.. you’re awake now..”
“Hyung! why are you being so humble? y/n, did you know he comes in everyday.. EVERYDAY.. just to play the guitar to you? even if you were still sound asleep, he’d play the guitar for you…” Hyunjin exclaimed
you turned to look at Woojin
he was turning pink as he focused on tuning his already tuned guitar
he looks up when you called him name
“what was my favorite song?”
Woojin smiles as he takes the pick out of his pocket
“LOST STARS; by Adam Levine..”
Woojin was trying to raise money to get a new guitar
so he was buskering in the streets of Seoul
he starts off with “LOST STARS”
gathering a crowd of people, you were also pulled in by his lovely voice
when it was over, you walked over to place in $20
which was a lot for one person to give
surprised he looked up to see an angel
“thank you for performing my favorite song so beautifully; you made me love it so much more..”
he beams and he thanks you
little did you both know, both of you went to the same school
so when you both saw each other again in the music room
he felt like it was fate that he got to see you again
it meant so much more to him now that you were awake
(even if she doesn’t remember me.. at least have her remember this song)
once he finishes, he looks up to see your face
but you were already looking at someone else
waiting for Woojin to finish his performance
but he caught your attention by accident
(do I know this guy too?)
you thought as you were slowly drowned out by Woojin’s voice
“wow… Woojin hyung, you’re so good at singing…” he claps as he entered the room
he had a bouquet of flowers for you; forget-me-nots wrapped up in a baby blue ribbon
Woojin sets his guitar down
“you should really refrain from bringing anymore flowers, hyung… it’s gonna end up looking like a flower shop,” Jeongin muttered
you smiled as Minho placed it in your arms
“I’m Minho…you used to visit my family’s flower shop a lot..”
you looked at him and back at the flowers
“I guess I really liked flowers…”
“yeah.. you came by everyday…”
you were interested about your life before your accident
“what did I usually get?”
Minho got flustered by how close you were but he didn’t move away
he turns his surprised red faced into a soft smile
“you got yellow roses a lot…do you know the meaning of them?”
Minho remembers how you came into his shop for the first time
“um.. I have this friend and I really think that our friendship is going to last and I want to thank them…. what kind of flowers should I get?”
“yellow roses… to cherish a friendship so happy and strong..”
he was so blessed to have you come into his shop; on more occasions than most
one time.. you got yellow roses again.. but this time, you gave it to Minho
“thank you for educating me on flowers and making my life a happy garden..”
Minho turns to look at you, sitting on the hospital bed
“they symbolize a friendship so happy and strong..”
“sounds like our relationship.. was a happy one..” you mumbled as you took a deep breath of the flowers in front of you
you heard crashing outside the hallways
followed by the sound of the door swinging open
a boy who resembled a koala came dashing forward
he ended up tripping on his foot and fell face forward into Minho’s bouquet which was on your lap
Chan had flower petals all over his face and hair
speaking of hair, his hair was incredibly fluffy and curly
“hello there…” you spoke in a calm voice
“y/n.. you’re way too calm for all of this right now…” Jeongin said as he folded away at his paper cranes
Chan just looked up at you wide-eyed
“staring at them isn’t going to make them remember you..” Woojin said as he strummed soft chords as background music
the guy was still at your knees; looking up at you
you reached over to pick off the petals off of his face
in that moment, he recalls the first time he met you
“I KNOW YOU DON’T REMEMBER BUT I’M GOING TO TELL YOU HOW WE MET!!!”
Chan tells you about how he was running his bike until he runs into a pole because he was trying to avoid running into you right in front of the school gate
it was his first day of school, coming in from Australia, he wasn’t planning to be a klutz but it turned out that way
instead of walking away like any bystander, you walked over and took care of his scrapes and bruises
he was so ecstatic to find out that you were in the same class as him
you were his first friend
thanks to you; he got all his school work done on time since you guys were always work partners
the day before you got into your accident, Chan wanted to meet up with you
to tell you how much he’s liked you.. but that never happened because he never had the courage to bring it up to you
even now.. Chan was willing to be apart of your life again even though he wasn’t going to tell you how he ever felt about you
“CHAN YOU DON’T NEED TO TELL THE STORY BY YELLING!!” Hyunjin stood up to Chan
you just laughed at the whole situation
(I didn’t know I had such energetic friends…)
although he was so happy to see you wake up
a rush of guilt stopped him from entering the room
but you caught a glimpse of him as he walked away
you got up and made your way out the door
“I’ll be right back okay?”
the other guys couldn’t say anything before you left
so they all sulked in grief in the room waiting for you
since all of them felt guilty of what happened to you
(if only… I was there in time..) they all individually thought
you saw the guy go up to the rooftop so you followed the best you could
it’s probably been a while since you used your muscles so it took you a while until you got up to rooftop
huffing and puffing; you had enough energy to open the door
the guy’s attention shifted towards the sound of the metal door opening
he dashes over to take your hand after seeing your knees shake from lack of support
“what.. what are you doing up here…”
he looks around for nurses or any of the other guys
“I thought… maybe.. you knew me?” you softly exclaimed
(those eyes.. those eyes are the reason why I can’t ever leave you..)
he remembers how he was sitting on his roof when you heading back home from cram school
he had his telescope out and he was charting constellations
“I know this is weird but could I join you?”
the guy looks down from his scope to see you, who was in the same uniform as him
you were pretty well-known for being nice to everyone
the boy nods as he points to the ladder by the side of his house
you both sit in silence to take in the beauty of the stars in the sky
“I’m y/n..” you stuck out your hand
“I’m Felix..” he took your hand
and that was how you guys had a tradition of looking at the stars every clear night
the guy quietly leads you towards the bench
“I’m Felix.. I…I do.. know you… well.. I did…” he mumbles after you settle onto to bench
“so why didn’t you walk into the room earlier?” you bent over to see his face
he looks at you and his heart starts to hurt
“because I blame myself for what happened to you…”
it’s been bouncing back and forth in your head; what really happened to you?
“if.. if it’s not too much… what did happen to me?”
Felix was still holding your hands at this point
he stood up, indicating you to do the same
“it’s not in my place to say…”
there was another guy who seemed to know you
at that moment, the strain of holding your weight up made your knees collapses
the guy was quick enough to hold you up bridal-styled
“you just woke up! you aren’t as fit as you’d be after sleeping for a year and a half!”
“I’ve..I’ve been asleep for that long?”
Felix shot him a stern look and the boy went quiet
you gripped that sleeve of the boy who was carrying you
“I rather know than to not know… as of right now.. I don’t know anything..and it’s driving me crazy..”
you hid your head in the crook of his neck
for some reason.. his scent smelled familiar
you were running in PE when you rolled your ankle
Changbin was the one who saw the incident happen so he carried you on his back to the infirmary room
“idiot.. you need to watch out where you’re stepping..” he mutters
he feels you tighten your grip on him
“what’s that? you want to be placed in a choke hold?”
he starts to tap on your arm to release your arm from his neck
you chuckled as you let go, then placed your head on one side of his shoulder
“thanks…” you took a breathe of his musky and familiar cologne
“you’re welcome…idiot,” he smiles
“let’s bring you back to the room…I’m Changbin by the way..”
the way his name rolled off your tongue felt natural
there was another unfamiliar boy who was in your room
they were all making paper cranes
“who’s that?” you whispered to Changbin and Felix
the boy gets up and dusts his pants off
“Seungmin.. you were always at my baseball games..”
judging from his uniform, he probably just got off of practice
“I watched baseball?” you asked
but his smile seemed so sad
you looked out the window; the sun was setting
“when did you get here..?”
he rubs the back of his neck as Changbin sets you on the bed
you looked around the room
they all nodded; as they continued to fold paper cranes
Seungmin placed his hand on yours; stopping you from reaching a crisp, origami paper
“you know about the legend of the paper cranes? it’ll only grant the wish of the one person who makes them.. they have to do it on their own…”
he raised his hand and placed it on your head
this triggered another nostalgic feeling in you
Seungmin remembers… he used to place his hand on your head all the time
especially when his team didn’t win because of a faulty or a bad ref
“you guess played so well… you guys deserve to win..” you’d sniffle
he’d place his hand on your head
“we’ll just practice harder.. will make sure you see us win…”
Seungmin comes back from a trip down memory lane as Felix speaks up
“everyone’s here now..” Felix says
there was yet another boy, with a pair of headphones and a scrapbook
he spoke up after gazing at you for a while
the boys shook their heads
he forces his lips into a thin line
“I..I’m Jisung… we are childhood friends..”
he couldn’t look up at you
he felt like if he did, he would cry in front of you
and that was the last thing he wanted
and hands you the headphones and scrapbook
“I..thought that it would be best for you to look over some old memories…I got some pictures from your mom and we collected pictures of all of us over time..”
you picked up the headphones
Jisung finally took the initiative to look at you
he winches at your soft smile; how he missed your smile..
“I wrote a song for you.. it has all of our voices in it.. it’s called “1,000 Paper Cranes”
you placed the headphones over your ears and opened to the first page of the book
as you were taking your time down memory lane, with the lyrics speaking of times you don’t recall.. you felt like you knew yourself a little bit more
Jisung just sat next to you as you flipped through page after page
he remembers how you guys always met up at his treehouse; a secret base
how his 5 year old self announced his love for you and promised you that he was going to marry you
how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you by the time you both entered high school
and how he blamed himself for letting what happened to you.. happen to you
the boys were gathering the last of the cranes together so that there were a total of 9,000 cranes .. a total of 9 wishes
when you finished flipping through the book, the last words of the song was said through Jisung’s voice
“our 1,000 paper cranes will not be in vain.. in time.. you’ll remember again..”
you looked up and all the boys were lined up
Chan spoke up, “we.. we’re going to tell you what happened to you…”
it was your birthday and the last day of school
you had nothing planned for the rest of the day but to start on summer break homework
Changbin came by your class and asked for your hand
“I can’t wait.. so here you go..” he slips a charm bracelet on your wrist
“you better not lose it..” he mumbles sheepishly as he shoves his hands in his pockets
you were walking when Felix and Hyunjin came at you from both sides of your arms and picked you up
you were scared for your life; but it was a funny moment
your indoor shoe came off and hit Hyunjin’s face
causing all your weight to fall onto Felix and you guys were all stacked up; laughing
until you guys had to run away from the student body president
you hid in the music room where Woojin was practicing something
your sudden appearance almost made him drop his guitar
you shushed him as you waited for the president’s footsteps disappear
when you turned your head around; he dangled a keychain in front of your face
you looked over at his guitar case to see a matching one..
“i-it was a set okay?” he stuttered and you just giggled and thanked him
Jeongin was in the clubroom early to clean up before you came into the room, “happy birthday y/n..”
he hands you a literature book, “The God of Small Things”
without anything else to say, he dashes off muttering something like “see you later..”
as you walked out of the school from finishing club, you looked at Seungmin working hard on his pitches
“SEUNGMIN!” you waved at him and he dashes over towards his bag then towards you
he wraps his varsity baseball jacket over you and places his hand over your head
“happy birthday y/n.. don’t get sick..it’s gonna get cold later..”
you were walking home from school..
you get a text from Jisung
-hey~ meet me at waterfront’s fountain in an hour~
you smiled at his text as you dashed home to get ready.
you put on Seungmin’s baseball jacket, your comfiest shirt and a pair of denim shorts, topped it off with a white cap and white shoes.
Chan left his present for you leaned up on your house gate; a new bike (since your old one got wrecked).
you left the “happy birthday” bow on it and made your way towards the waterfront
there were a string of lights leading up to the waterfront
that’s when you saw all of the boys lined up with a banner; “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N~”
they had a cake ready for you too
you were crossing the street until the sound of a blaring truck closed in on you
you turned to see the light of the truck pierce into your soul
you didn’t feel the collision
everything happened in slow motion
the boys ran to you; dropping the banner, the presents and the cake
it was a day to celebrate.. but it was day you were almost taken away from them…
After hearing the whole story, you were in so much shock.. you couldn’t comprehend anything.. “Do you think it was too soon to tell them?” Jeongin whispered to Woojin.. You shook your head.. “I think.. I think I need time to myself.. I feel like I remember.. but then I don’t.” They all nodded at each other and packed their things to leave. Everyone left except for Changbin.. he reaches into his pocket and takes out that charm bracelet.. “we each made 1,000 paper cranes for you…don’t give up yet..” You nodded as he left..
That night you had a dream, it seemed more like a lost memory that came back to you. There was a missing piece that interlocked every memory that the boys had with you. There was someone that you gave the yellow roses to. Someone who helped you reach a book from the high shelves of the library. Someone carried you home after falling asleep in the literature club room. Someone who was there for you most of the time even when you’d least expect it..
You woke up with tears in your eyes… The sun was peaking through and the wind’s breeze got caught in your baby hairs. That “someone” was laying their head on your lap; probably stayed to take care of you. Memories of them rushes in your head, you brushed their hair out of their face, “???”
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