<2 days later>
Sitting in the aeroplane that had just landed at the Seoul International Airport, I wondered what it would be like if I managed to meet Jaehyun. What would I say and do?
'Probably get embarrassed and act really awkward. Something like Taeil or Winwin when they get awkward. But way worse.' I laughed to myself. 'But would he remember me...?'

'..he lost his memory..' I remembered Omma's echoing words.

'So he wouldn't remember me... So that would be awkward...' I thought to myself. 'But then why would he rename himself YoonOh?'

Suddenly, I felt my phone ping. A message from Omma.
'Photos?' I thought to myself, as I saw the notifications of her continuous stream of messages on Whatsapp. Upon opening them, I saw many photos of me as a child. With an older child who looked amazingly similar to Jaehyun. There was a picture of him, a four year old, carrying a newborn me. Pictures of all my bdays; he was there right next to me whilst I was blowing out the candles on the cake on every single birthday - he even held my hand and helped me cut the cake on my 1st and 2nd birthdays.
Tears started rolling down my face as all the childhood memories I had with him came back to me. He was such an important part of my life, and I had forgotten him so easily? Except the fact that I had cried and cried till my eyes were sore and till my throat ached really badly. But despite that, I had forgotten him. Realistically, I should have assumed that he would have forgotten me as well. But the problem was, I didn't.