My Cheating Amnesic Idol Mate

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his back to the door. There was a lonely man wearing a large T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. A layer of bandages was wrapped around his head, his right arm was splinted with a brace, and I cou

d. The look of suspicion on his face turned int

de a motion to come over to me before stopping. His eyes fl

self and cleared my throat. "I think I should handle this myself,"

osing the door behind him. However, I cou

you lon

ng slightly when he had to lean on his lef

brain and tongue already used to reply quickly when dealing with him. I co

ike a healthy

mber. I should always keep that in mind. He had probably lost his memory for at least the past five years whi

n we were both happy to see each other li

as he stopped in front of m

alcohol, the city, and disinfectant. I tried my best not to look so worried, striking a casual pos

by a car," I admitted after staring at him u

n us. "I don't trust any of them. I mean, I know my arm needs bandaging and I need to rest. I could feel it, physically. But there were about six people who surrounded me recently, people I have never seen in my entire li

. "Even if you don't know them, doesn't it feel

y. "Not if I don't know them and they

d, I could feel his anxiety, as if his unease was seeping through me. Even

ery day with those six guys, practicing, performing, and living together in the dorms. They were your group mates. The seven of you were members of the boy band known as BHB, on

ow is you." He replied,

roat and my face grew beet red. It wa

d sat down while burying his face on the edge of the same infirmary bed he was sitting on when I entered. He leaned forward,

ry important I wanted to tell you. I... I was going to see you, but that is all I can remember. The rest is too vague. It hurts just thinking about what I

ied his face into his hands. I was tempted to reach out and touch him, comfort him, but before I even raised my hand, I was instantly reminded of the look in his eyes as h

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