You stand there in celestial invisibility for a few minutes as you can't walk away yet.

He looks around his studio and reaches for his wings, "What are these doing here?"

'He doesn't remember.' with sadness in your heart, you leave.

He carries them to wardrobe a couple of floors up. He enters the elevator, and it happens to stop on the next floor; his personal assistant steps on. Smiling at Namjoon, he says, "I see an angel got its wings," he laughs at his little joke.

"I'm returning them to wardrobe. I found them in my studio. I think the young ones must be playing a prank on me or something."

 Namjoon seems like his mind is elsewhere, but Cho, excited about being back ahead of his original medical release, says, "I was just looking for you. Today is my first day back." 

He lifts his pants leg to show a medical boot on his foot. "I have to wear this for a few weeks, but at least I'm out of that cast."

"I'm glad you're better."

"Thanks. The doctor said my ankle had healed faster than he thought it would. I saw him this morning to get a new cast, but he said X-rays showed it was completely healed. But to be safe, he wants me to wear the boot. He knew how much I wanted to return to work and cleared me today, and here I am." He smiles, stepping back and spreading his hands to show he is back.

A split-second memory flashes through Namjoon's mind, and he shakes his head. 

"You ok, Joon?"

Namjoon looks at him, "Yeah, sure."

"I'll go with you to wardrobe, and we can talk about your personal planner. I found a copy of it on my desk."

"Yes, that's fine."

Reaching the wardrobe room, he gives the wings to one of the ladies who works in that department. 

"Do you know who checked these out today?"

 She checks her tablet and, looking slightly confused, she says, "You did, Mr. Kim." and takes the wings from him. "If you are finished with these, I will put them away."

"Yes, ok. Put them away." The whole time, Cho is standing there trying to figure out what is going on.

Namjoon watches as she walks away with the wings, 'I came and got the wings? What the hell would I do that for, and if I did, why don't I remember?'  

A flash of beautiful white wings and long flowing hair play in his mind. He puts his hands on his head, wanting to scream, 'Why can't I remember what these bits of memory are from?'

His personal assistant looks at him worried, "Are you ok?"

Namjoon distractedly replies, "Yeah, sure."

Back in his studio, Cho is retelling the whole story of his broken ankle. Namjoon sighs and lets him talk. It wasn't like he didn't know how Cho broke his ankle, as he was there when it happened.

Cho is going on and on about how miraculously his broken ankle had healed. He was supposed to be in a cast for another four weeks, and the doctor and his staff were shocked at how fast it healed. 

On and on, he went, but Namjoon just automatically nodded here and there, never really hearing a word Cho said. Namjoon was trying hard to piece together the images he kept getting flashes of in his mind.

"Oh, and I saw in your planner that you have free time set aside for bike riding tomorrow. I know I don't usually go, but after being cooped up for months, I am looking forward to it," he tells Namjoon.

Another quick flash of a memory hits Namjoon. He's with someone who . . . the memory is gone. He shakes his head, 'What the hell?'

Cho is becoming even more concerned, "Joon something has got to be bothering you. What is it?

"Yeah, sure," is all Namjoon says.

 Namjoon quickly realizes what he said and rolls his eyes, "Sorry, what did you ask me?"

Cho pats him on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it. But if you have something you want to talk about, I'm here for you."

Namjoon nods, "I think I'm just exhausted, and it's messing with my head." he laughs, trying to distract Cho from prying any further.

Cho accepts his response but knows something is bothering Joon. "Well, if you're good for now, I'm going to take your bike to the shop and let them check it over. I will be back later."

"Yeah, sure," is the only reply from Namjoon; Cho rolls his eyes and walks away.