Juyeon Pov

It had been hours since Youngjae left and I hadn't done much other than crosswords, jigsaws and other things. I decided to go out and roam around, hoping to find something that would bring back my memories. I look at myself in the mirror then noticed a mark on my cheek that wasn't there before. I thought nothing of it and made my way out. I found myself in front of a flower shop and instantly regretted it as pain shot through my head.

"These are really pretty. You're lucky that you get to work around flowers."
"That's true, but it becomes terrifying once the bugs get in. All hell breaks loose."
"This flower reminds me of you."
"How so?"
"You're both very vibrant and pleasant to have around."

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar place. "Juyeon, you're awake." I looked up and saw someone looking at me. I couldn't really tell who as they were wearing a mask and a cap. "Jaehyun...?" Saying his name felt so natural. It made me feel weird. "Yes? Do you need something?" "Do you have any aspirin...?" He shook his head then took a water bottle out of his bag. "You need this more than I do." "Are you sure?" He nodded then walked over to the door. "If you need anything, just shout. Actually, here." He handed me a small bell then hurried out the door. "He was...nice..."

I quietly sat on the couch and looked around. It looked like any other break room, but seemed to fit the place perfectly. I decided to see what was going on in the shop and poked my head out. I saw Jaehyun arranging flowers and someone standing at the cash register. Someone came in and I recognized the person as being Jacob Moon. "Oh, you're here. I was just putting the final touches. Whatever is going on, I hope you both stay positive." "Same to you, Jae." Jacob left as quickly as he had came and I saw Jaehyun heading my way, so I ducked back in.

"How are you feeling, Juyeon?" "I never did ask. How do you know my name?" "We've known each other for a long time. It hurts to see you've forgotten everything." I had never seen him look so sad and for some reason, it pained me greatly. "You work here?" "Well, yes. I am wearing a name tag and uniform. But, I'm an aspiring singer. The old you used to know about that." I perked up at the mention of him being a singer. Is he really the singer that I hear in my mind? "Can you sing for me?" "I can. Do you have a request?" I nodded then hummed the part I always heard in my mind whenever I felt down in the dumps.

"So you do remember me..." "Huh?" "Nothing. I can sing it for you." He began to sing and I compared it to the voice I hear in my mind. "It's a perfect match, but why am I hearing his voice in my head? I don't know him." I thought as I hummed along while swaying side to side. "Do you want me to sing another song?" "No, thank you." "Ah, well. My shift is over, so you'll have to leave. Are you well enough to get home alone? Or do you want some company on the way back?" "If you don't mind walking with me..." I don't know why I wanted him to, but something told me I might need him in case another memory appeared.

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