requested

it had already been a whole week since you started visiting your boyfriend everyday at the nearest hospital after the accident. you'd stay for hours telling him stories, bringing him little trinkets and pictures of the both of you—flowers, even.

all of this led to absolutely nothing because—heeseung, in fact, didn't remember you. you wanted to believe he would gain back at least some of his memory, but the countless hours you spent with him only added to the dread that was slowly turning your memories into nothing.

it didn't help that he seemingly hated you either. and, really, you couldn't blame him—after all, to him, you were a stranger.

"so," heeseung started, staring as you arranged the forget-me-nots on his bedside table—how incredibly ironic. "when are you gonna stop visiting?"

he faltered at his own words, cause, somewhere deep in his mind, he enjoyed the company. "fine, if you're not gonna leave," he shifted his eyes to the polaroid tucked away beneath your phone case, contemplating whether or not to say his next words. "what did i call you? besides your name, of course."

"love." you muttered under your breath, the word coming out almost completely silent as you snuck a glance at him.

"love? i did not." he scoffed at your answer, not believing a thing that came out of your mouth.

just as he was about to say anything more, his voice cracked—a tiny sliver of a forgotten memory coming back to him.

"love." he whispered, testing the word on his tongue. surprisingly enough, it felt entirely natural to him, as if he had said it a thousand times before.