ninety-eight

Jisung needed his memories back, and he would start with checking his phone for answers. Maybe he could trigger something in his mind.

He hated dealing with the constant puzzlement that built in him. He felt a weird connection to Minho, but he couldn't understand why.

Grabbing his smartphone, he trudged to the living room and sat down cross-legged on the sofa. First, he checked his social media accounts.

He went on Instagram where he scrolled through his feed, seeing pictures of the idols and food pages he followed. Then, he saw pictures of familiar people.

The first picture showed him the same blond-haired guy who he saw in the hospital. It had been posted four days ago, and he had already liked it but couldn't remember doing so.

He scrolled further down and saw a man with black hair hugging a frowning boy. If he remembered it right, the black-haired guy's name was Chan, and the man beside him was Seungmin.

He wondered who they were to his life and how he had gotten to know them. Sadly, Instagram provided him with no answers. It only roused more questions.

Sighing, he went on to his photo folder. He found some pictures of what seemed like an amusement park—and to his astonishment, he saw a selfie with Minho.

The latter was present in surprisingly many photos, some of them looking very random. First, there was him sitting on the sofa, concentratedly playing a video game.

Second, he glared at the camera, looking pissed off about something. His eyes were red in that photo. Intrigued, Jisung zoomed in to get a better look. How was it possible for his eyes to be this vibrantly red?

"Perhaps he wears contact lenses," he mumbled. This was all so strange and unexplainable to him. And the more peculiar it got, the more he wanted his memories back.

So he continued looking through his photos until he stumbled upon a series of selfies that he had taken with Minho. One showed them hugging each other, and the other showed them... kissing?

The longer he glanced at the photos, the more his head began to ache. Dull pain invaded his mind. Groaning, he touched his temples.

"Stop playing with your phone. You should rest so your headache doesn't get worse," Minho said sternly. He had appeared in the living room just now and watched Jisung with an unreadable gaze.

"Fine, I will. This thing is bothering me, though," he grumbled, tugging at the bandage that covered his left arm and wrist. "I want to take it off."

Minho sent him an alarmed look. "No, leave it!"

"But why?"

"Don't be so stubborn and just let your wounds heal, okay?" He sighed and took Jisung's wrist, leading him into his bedroom.

To be continued...