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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭,
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝓮
𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭
𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮,
𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓽...𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓵𝔂
- Lucy falling flower -
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The first time Sangyeop saw Yechan, the world seemed to fall silent.
It was during one of Yechan’s busking performances, under the white glow of the streetlights and shops light, where every movement of Yechan’s bow looked like art in motion. Sangyeop had never believed in love at first sight, but the moment Yechan drew that first trembling note from the strings, something inside him changed forever. It was not just Yechan’s beauty, nor his skills, nor the way the audience stared in breathless awe, it was the emotion he poured into every melody, as if his violin were speaking the words his lips did not say.
Sangyeop stand in the audience, heart pounding painfully against his chest, and knew that he would spend the rest of his life chasing the warmth in that music.
Years later, Sangyeop still felt the same whenever Yechan played.
Even after they got married, even after the world stopped seeing Yechan as just the prodigy violinist and began seeing them as a couple, Sangyeop never lost that sense of wonder. He would stand backstage before every concert, adjusting Yechan’s tie with trembling fingers while Yechan smiled softly at him, the kind of smile meant only for Sangyeop. Their apartment was always filled with music, sometimes the sound of Yechan practicing late into the night, sometimes the quiet hum of Sangyeop singing while making coffee in the kitchen and Yechan's dog Shin Seol barking happily when playing with them.
Their life was peaceful, woven together with small habits and gentle love, and Sangyeop often thought that happiness like this felt too fragile to last forever.
Then the accident happened.
It was supposed to be an ordinary evening. Yechan was driving home after rehearsal, exhausted but excited because he had promised Sangyeop they would have dinner together. Sangyeop had been setting the table when the phone rang. The hospital called. They said Yechan was involved in a collision. He suffered from head trauma but in stable condition.
Sangyeop did not remember the drive to the hospital, he doesnt notices that his slipper was mismatch because his only focus on the terrifying sight of Yechan lying in a white hospital bed, pale and unconscious, with bandages wrapped around his head.
"Yechanie?"
His hands shook so badly that when he reached for Yechan’s fingers, he almost missed them. Sangyeop can't think straight for the whole evening until Wonsang and Gwangil came to help calming him down. When Yechan finally woke up, confused but alive, Sangyeop cried with relief.
The doctors said it was a miracle. No severe neurological symptoms. Just let Yechan rest, monitoring, and patience.
For a while, it seemed like they had escaped tragedy.
Yechan returned home, smiling weakly but determined. Shin Seol become more clingy to Yechan and doesnt want to leave him. He laughed weakly when Sangyeop fussed over him, insisted he felt fine, and even began try practicing violin again after a few weeks. Sangyeop believed the nightmare was over.
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But then, months later, the first symptoms began.
At first, they were only small issues. Yechan forgot where he had placed his bow. He stumbled over pieces he had memorized years ago. He stared at the violin in confusion, fingers hesitating on the strings as if the instrument had become unfamiliar. Sangyeop noticed the frustration in Yechan’s eyes, but Yechan brushed it off as exhaustion.
Until the day Yechan could no longer play.
The sound that came from the violin was jagged and broken, nothing like the beautiful music that once flowed so naturally from him. Yechan froze, staring at his trembling hands, and then tried again, harder, desperate, but the melody would not come. The violin slipped from his grasp and hit the floor with a sharp crack.
“No...” Yechan whispered, stumbling backward. “No, no, no!—”
Sangyeop rushed toward him screaming, but Yechan was already shaking violently, hands clutching his hair as panic overtook him. Shin Seol whimpering slowly besides them.
“Yeopie, what happened to me?” Yechan choked out, tears spilling down his face. “I don’t remember how to play—”
“Yecha—”
“My fingers don’t know what to do!” he cried, voice breaking. “I-I hold my violin b-but...Yeop, I can’t remember how to play!”
Sangyeop wrapped his arms around him as Yechan collapsed against his chest, sobbing like his heart was being torn apart. Sangyeop held him tightly, even as fear coiled in his own chest.
Next day, they went for doctors’ appointments to check on Yechan. Scans, tests. Long, terrifying explanations.
The accident several months ago had caused slow progressive neurological damage.
Memory loss.
There was no certainty about how far it would go, doctor said the worse that could happen Yechan will loss all of his old memories.
Yechan sat in stunned silence after hearing the diagnosis, while Sangyeop gripped his hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. Doctor told Sangyeop to take care of Yechan and try to monitor his condition daily. The ride home was quiet, heavy with everything neither of them wanted to say.
That night, Sangyeop woke to find Yechan aren't laying besides him. Sangyeop noticed that Yechan is sitting on the floor beside the bed, hugging his knees to his chest.
“Yechanie?” he whispered.
Yechan looked up, eyes red and glassy in the darkness. “What if I forget you?”
Sangyeop’s breath caught painfully.
“What if one day I look at you and don’t know who you are? Forget our baby Seolie?” Yechan’s voice cracked. “I forgot my violin, Yeop. My violin. What if you and our Seolie next?”
Sangyeop moved to the floor and pulled Yechan into his arms. Yechan was trembling so badly that Sangyeop could feel it through both of their clothes.
“Then I’ll remind you,” Sangyeop said softly.
Yechan let out a broken laugh. He tried to wipe his tears “It will be too hard,”
“I know.” Sangyeop brushed tears from Yechan’s cheeks. “But if you forget our first meeting, I’ll tell you how I fell in love with the violinist who stole my heart. If you forget our wedding day, I’ll show you the pictures and tell you how beautiful you looked. If you forget we have a beautiful dog Shin Seol, I will help you walked him every evening.”
Yechan stared at him, tears falling silently.
“And if one day you forget me completely,” Sangyeop continued, his own voice shaking now, “then I will make you fall in love with me again. Every single day. As many times as it takes.”
Yechan broke then, crying into Sangyeop’s shoulder while Sangyeop held him as tightly as he could, as if love alone could keep Yechan’s memories from slipping away.
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From that day on, Sangyeop began writing everything down inside big album, includes their photos.
Their first date. Their first kiss. The silly argument they had over burnt pancakes. Every selfies of Yechan with Seol. The day Yechan said yes when Sangyeop proposed. Also photos of them with their friends. He filled notebooks with memories, attaching photographs and ticket stubs, creating a record of the life they built together.
Every evening, they sat side by side while Sangyeop read the memories aloud. Sometimes Yechan smiled and said he remembered. Sometimes he cried because he didn’t. Sangyeop also prepared some video of Yechan playing violin since his high school until recent performance and it made Yechan amused how talented old him.
One rainy evening, Yechan sat quietly while Sangyeop read the story of their wedding day.
“You cried when I walked down the aisle,” Sangyeop said with a soft laugh.
Yechan smiled faintly. “That sounds just like me.”
Sangyeop looked at him, forcing himself to smile back even as his chest ached.
Yechan reached for his hand. “I’m scared.”
“I know.”
“What if one day I forget that I love you?”
Sangyeop kissed his trembling fingers. “Then I’ll love you enough for both of us until you remember.”
Yechan began to cry again, but this time Sangyeop cried too.
Because the truth was, Sangyeop was terrified.
Terrified of the day Yechan’s eyes might look at him like a stranger. Terrified of hearing his name spoken without recognition. Terrified of losing the man he loved while Yechan was still alive.
But fear did not matter more than love.
So Sangyeop stayed, he never leave even one day.
He stayed through every forgotten times, every panicked night, every tearful question. He stayed when Yechan forgot where they keep Seol's foods, when he forgot Wonsang and Gwangil names, when he forgot what month it was. And on the days Yechan remembered nothing but Sangyeop’s face, Sangyeop considered that enough.
One morning, Yechan woke up and stared blankly at the man beside him.
Sangyeop’s heart stopped.
“I'm sorry...Who are you?” Yechan asked softly.
For one shattering second, Sangyeop felt his world collapse.
But then he smiled, even as tears filled his eyes.
“I’m Sangyeop, your husband” he said gently. “I know you don't remember , but I just want you to know....that I love you.”
Yechan looked confused, frightened.
Sangyeop reached for the album on the bedside table, the one filled with every memory of their life together.
“Can I tell you our story?”
Yechan hesitated, then nodded.
And as the morning sunlight spilled across the bed, Sangyeop began again from the very start.
“The first time I saw you,” he said, voice trembling with love and heartbreak, “I knew that you are the part of my life.”
Yechan listened quietly, and though recognition did not return, he reached out after a while and held Sangyeop’s hand.
Sangyeop smiled through tears.
Because maybe Yechan had forgotten the memories, but somewhere deep inside, his heart still knew.
And Sangyeop would spend the rest of his life helping him remember.
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𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓼
𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓰𝓸
𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮
𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼
𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 (𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷)
𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
𝓲𝓯 𝔀𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷
𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮