Jin sat with his leg jogging as he awaited the doctor to come talk to him. The paper gown and the cuff for blood pressure making him uncomfortable. On the walls were information about what to do if you have the flu or medications you could take for migraines and things of that sort.

He didn't need medication for his dilemma. He wanted answers.

"Hello Jin, I'm doctor Finley. I've looked over your chart and some of your brain scans. Everything looks normal aside from some scar tissue. What brings you in today?"

"Memories..." Jin mutters, playing with the seam of his paper gown.

"Are you having trouble remembering things?"

"Not at all."

Doctor Finley cocked his head sideways, tapping his chin.

"Explain."

"I have memories of places, people, and events that haven't happened yet. These people are in different jobs now and some that are just now starting those jobs."

"Are these people you know?"

"I know them... but they don't know me."

Doctor Finley took down some notes, then tore off a script.

"Call this number, ask for Doctor Min. I feel he could better assist you."

Jin nodded meekly.

"I wish I had the answers you were searching for."

"Me too..."

The doctor left the room, lingering at the door for a second. Gears were turning in his mind at all the possibilities that could explain the young man's situation.

Maybe he was given some type of divine opportunity to change something in the future. Perhaps Doctor Finley needed to stop reading so many fictional stories. With a heavy sigh, he pulled the door closed. The steady click of his heels could be heard down the hall.

Jin pulled the paper gown off, allowing it to fall to the floor. If only the memories were more like a dream than tangible. The heartache wouldn't hurt so much.

Slowly he walked out of the doctors office. The bright sun shining down on him. He flipped the paper over in his hand dialing the number with the other.

"Min's dreaming, how can I help you?" A cheerful girl answered.

"What?"

"Oh shoot... I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find a catchy phrase to use when people call. I thought for sure that was a winner."

"..."

"Uh... anyway, how can I help you?" She asked a bit shy now.

"I need to make an appointment?"

"Oh great! For dreams? Or something else?"

"Something else."

Tapping of nails against a keyboard could be heard, before she spoke again.

"I see. How does next Tuesday at 9 am sound?"

"That works for me."

"Sweet dream Min."

Jin chuckled at her play on words.

"Good one."

He heard her cheer before he hung up.

Looking around, he crossed the street to the parking lot. Observing the happy couples that strolled along hand in hand.

Y/N loved the cooler weather. She hated the summer, something about her shorts always rubbing against her thighs and the heat. Boy did he like her in them shorts though. He smiled fondly at the memory of her in a pair of plaid ones. Her thick thighs leading up to her soft bottom. How he missed her. But she didn't even know him now. Not here.

The ride home was quiet, Jin didn't turn the radio on nor did he answer his phone when Namjoon called. He just wanted the silence so he could try and sort the memories that were real and the ones made up in his coma.

Y/N exists and so does Benny. Even the shop that he went to religiously in his comatose state.  So why can't some fragmentation of that vivid reality be true. He laughed, some parts were. The people were definitely real. Alas none of them knew him and given the circumstance, he shouldn't know them.

His head was starting to hurt, reaching over to the glove compartment he pulled out his medication. Swerving as he did. Instead of continuing any type of extra movement while driving he pulled off to the side of the road.

Rolling the bottle of toradol in his hand, he contemplated taking it even though the pain in his head was gradually increasing.

He looked around to see just how much further he had to go before he got home. It was about fifteen more minutes give or take. Jin's vision started to blur, his head was throbbing so bad he felt like throwing up.

Quickly he grabbed his water bottle and a pill. Gulping it down without a second hesitation. He would just sit there for a few minutes. Not like he could focus on his phone to call anyone now. Jin sighed leaning his head against the headrest.

Tap. tap. tap.

Jin turned his head to see Y/N standing outside. He gave her a weak smile before rolling down the window.

"Are you okay?" She asked in her sweet voice. The one she used to sing him to sleep at night. He looked into her worried eyes and sighed. She was still blurry. He wasn't even sure if she was standing there.

"Sir?" She questioned again. Jin blinked several times to see if the blurr would go away. It didn't.

"My visions blurry— I."

"I swear that hospital doesn't know how to keep people longer." Y/N grumbled, opening up the driver side door.

"Why are you here?" Jin whispered. Y/N gazed at him curiously.

"I live here." She gestures towards a blurry white and blue spotted blob.

"Oh."

"Is there someone I can call for you?"

His heart ached at that question. She was the only person he wanted to call. But she didn't know him.
Jin shook his head. He couldn't think about calling anyone. He just wanted to be here with her.

"Okay... where's your phone?"

Jin pointed to the passenger seat. Leaning across him she grabs his phone while he breathes in deeply. Taking in her strawberry coconut smell that he loved so much.

"Come on."

Y/N helped him out his car and up the pathway to her house. Once inside the house he looked around. His vision still blurry, but it felt familiar.

Of course it did.

"Hello? Yes this is Y/N— the nurse from the hospital.— He's in pain and having trouble seeing— yes— one second, I'll text it to you."

Jin listened carefully to her conversation. He wondered who she had called. Slowly his vision started to clear, his surroundings more visible.

"Your house is beautiful." He murmured, beautiful to him because it was exactly as he remembered it. Only things missing were pictures of them together.

Y/N smiled, sitting down on the pale blue sofa. He remembered the night that they had sat up and drank wine all night. Only to wake up the next day and find that they spilt wine all over it.

He remembered telling her that it added character which made her laugh. How he missed her laugh. Could he even make her laugh now? All she seemed to have is concern covering her soft features.

"Thank you."

Jin nodded, looking around the room.

"Where is it?" He thought out loud.

"Excuse me?"

"M-my phone." Jin blurted out quickly. His face darkening from embarrassment.

"Oh... right. Here." Y/N handed him the phone, still watching him with concern.

"I'm feeling better. The medicine is kicking in." He assured her. She exhaled softly.

"Okay."

Jin stared at her a little longer than he probably should have. She shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes falling to her lap.

How she missed being able to just tell him about all her adventures and how her day was. Now that he's awake... she could barely find words. Unless she talked to him like a patient. He was just too damn handsome.

"Thank you." He murmured, Y/N looked up briefly, her eyes meeting his. His burning with a longing that she didn't understand. Quickly she broke the connection, walking swiftly from the room.

She stood resting her hands on the table, confused. Why was he looking at her in such a way?

There standing in the doorway, was Jin propped against the frame. Worry plastered on his beautifully sculpted face.

"I'm sorry... it's just I—" he was cut short by the sound of the doorbell. Y/N hesitated for a moment before rushing past him to answer it.

Jin felt his heart break once more.

"Oh Joon. Good to see you!" She sounded so cheerful meeting Namjoon. Jin wandered out of the kitchen towards them.

"Hi..."

"Feeling better, Champ?" Questioned Namjoon. Jin nodded even though he was feeling anything but better. His head was fine now... his heart— not so much.

"Can we go?" He sighed, walking past Y/N onto the porch. His eyes drifted to the porch swing, then he closed them tightly before the tears could form.

"Uh— yea, let's go." Namjoon agreed. The worry thick in his deep voice. Y/N wished him well. Telling him she would watch his car. Make sure no one messed with it until he came to pick it up. Then she hugged Namjoon.

"Be safe."

Jin was certain that those two words never hurt so much.