(Yein's POV)
I barge open the door to Jiyong's room.
I rush my way to Jiyong, holding his shoulders.
"Come on, Jiyong ah! Do you remember me?!" I say desperately.
SeolA presses her hands on my shoulders.
"Yein ah, I thought you said he needs some time... "
"There is no time.." I say, almost choking.
The three of them just stare at me.
Jiyong stares at me curiously as I sat there about to cry.
"Jiyong might be taken in for expiramenting."
"What?!" Daesung says.
I look at Jiyong, his eyes staring at me without a glimpse of memory.
"that professor. That professor is the cause of Jiyong. I'm sure of it."
I turn towards the others.
"Guys, we don't have much time."
"We need to help Jiyong, before it's too late."
We all stared at Jiyong.
He looks at us with his usual curious look.
I ruffle Jiyong's hair.
"Guys, I have a plan."
***
We went to the bookstore.
Daesung looks at the Manga books with joy.
"Daesung." Taeyang snaps.
"Wha? Oh, right." Daesung says as he moves towards Jiyong.
Jiyong looks around the place, curiously.
Daesung looks at Jiyong intensely.
"Yah, Kwon Jiyong." He says as he slaps his hands on Jiyong's shoulders.
Jiyong looks towards Daesung.
"Erotic."
Jiyong tilts his head.
Daesung picks up a sailor moon book and points at it.
"Remember? Erotic Manga book."
We stare at Daesung hopelessly.
"Look, he won't understand if you say erotica Manga book." SeolA snaps.
Daesung sticks his tongue out at SeolA.
I let out a sigh.
"Jiyong ah, do you remember this place? It's the bookstore we went to when we all met together." I say.
As I say that, Jiyong picks up the Manga book.
We all watch silently as he stares at it intensely.
Daesung smiles widely.
"See? I knew he would remember-"
RIPPPPPPPPP
I slap my forehead.
Jiyong ripped the Manga book.
***
"Did we have to come here?" SeolA says as she holds her breath.
"Look, the fish market is another place where we made our memory. If he can remember, it's worth taking a chance." I tell SeolA.
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The Wolf And I (A GDragon Fanfic)
FanfictionGwenchanah? I nod quickly, hoping he would go away, but he only comes closer. I close my eyes and raise my hands to push him away, but what I feel is not his clothes, but his hair. As I open my eyes once again, he stayed still, as he looks at me wit...
