In the end, Jisung knew life wasn't finished with him, he felt it deep in his soul.
After all, Jisung didn't like sad ending.
A cliché-cheesy-angsty story, made by a struck romantic girl.
/!\ Mentions of drugs, addiction, alcohol, unintentional self...
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I don't want you to remember me as a pain, I want you to remember all the beautiful memories we created together.⇽ ೃ
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LOGIN MUSIC....
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⌜⌝ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ "We are unfortunate to tell you that Jisung-" StrayKids's minds were blank at the moment, the doctor's paroles were nothing but vague words messing together.
They were waiting for this day, why did it have to be like this? Did they do something bad in the past lives? Or weren't mean to have happiness?
"That Jisung has currently amnesia."
Amnesia.
How could one word have so much weight and pain on it, how, how. Minho didn't know, StrayKids didn't know, not until that precise moment. And right now, it was the most painful word. He didn't remember their career? The way he was so powerful on stage, so funny and caring off-stage? The way he was...Jisung?
But most importantly, he didn't remember the way he loved them?
"W-Why did he pass out earlier?" Chan asked, sorry glistening his eyes. Dr.Kim sighed, looking at the papers in front of him. "He still needs help to breath but it's actually quite normal, so don't worry. He just needs as much rest as possible and less stress possible.
