Sleeping With My Bandmate

Day 209.5

Jongin

Being at his house was weird. I felt strangely comfortable but unwelcome at the same time. I was happy I was there but also unhappy. I had always pictured having a meal with his parents here and being so nervous about if they'd accept our relationship or not. So as nice as it was to finally be here, I wished it could have been under better circumstances.

"So, how has he been?" Chanyeol asked Kyungsoo's mom while he was upstairs showering.

"He seems fine." She shrugged. "I mean, health wise, that is. As far as his memory goes, though, I'm really worried about him."

"Is it really that bad?" he said.

"It's worse than we thought it would be," she said, lowering the volume of her voice a little so that he wouldn't hear. "He doesn't even remember his own brother dying."

"Wait, are you serious?" I said in disbelief, gaining the attention of both of them. "He doesn't remember the fact that his brother died?"

"Nope," she replied, shaking her head. "He just asked how he was this morning. I mean, I was kind of expecting him to forget you guys, no offense."

"It's okay, we were, too," Chanyeol replied. "But forgetting his own's brother's death...I didn't think it'd be that extreme."

"Neither did we," she said, bringing her hand up to her chin and looking up the stairs.

"Well, when are you going to tell him?" I questioned. "I'm sure he's going to start wondering about him a lot more now."

"We haven't exactly figured that out yet," she said. "He was so sad when he found out before, but now I can't even imagine how upset he'll be. It's just so hard to see him like this. It's like he's a stranger in his own life and it breaks my heart."

"Trust me, it hurts us, too," I said, my words coming out as more of a mumble, as I lowered my head.

"I know it's hard now, but amnesia can't last forever," Chanyeol said. "One day, he'll get all his memories back, I know it."

"And what if he doesn't?" I said as I turned my head to look at him, my back hunched over. "What do we do then?"

"Then we help get back as much of his memory as we can," he said, causing me to sigh heavily as I shifted my head back to its previous position. "I mean, we're his friends after all. And with everything we've been through together, he's bound to remember us at some point. I don't think any of us could just forget high school."

"I wish I could be as optimistic as you," I said, letting out a small chuckle and getting one from him in return. "But what about the group? We both know we can't go on with nine members."

"Oh, well, I haven't come up with any motivational speeches for that yet," he said, scratching his head and making me laugh.

I happened to glance over at his mom and she was smiling slightly at us. "I'm glad he has people like you in his life," she said, eyes moving between us sweetly. "If I'm being honest, I was worried about him going to the academy and then debuting. He's always been so quiet, not the kind of person you'd think would want a career in the spotlight. But it's comforting to know he has you and the other boys to look out for him. I'm not doctor, but I think as long as you stick around, he'll be okay."

I smiled, exhaling softly as I looked away. I hoped that was true. But mostly, I hoped he'd see it that way, too.

Kyungsoo

I was quick to find that being a victim of amnesia was quite a terrible experience. For one thing, I was bored out of my mind since I had no idea what I was doing before the accident. So that meant all I could do was hang around my house all day while my parents were at work and that honestly drove me up a wall.