Make me cryâ
â - a repressed memory.
    it would have been better if he completely forgot.
    but itâs still buried deep in the recesses of his mind, yet sometimes he can still smell fire and gasoline, can still hear frightened shouts and sirens. pain causes every muscle in his body freeze, but itâs not like he can move anyway. it feels like every bone had shattered. blood dampens his shirt, his coat, the materials shredded. skin is burned, torn, and when he tries to move his legs he nearly bites his tongue off in response to the agony.
    the paramedics are careful with him. hyun still has no energy to cry out as their hands brush his burns and cuts and jostle the torn muscle and broken bones. consciousness is fading, edges of his vision blurred. he can faintly make out flames to the side, a car with its windshield shattered and front bumper hanging off. but he sees a head of turquoise hair, eyes a similar shade⌠but thatâs it. itâs just a brief glimpse. when heâs placed on a stretcher, loaded into an ambulance where everything is a stark white, where it smells sickeningly clean, thatâs when everything fades to black with only the soft question of âwill he even make it?â echoing in his ears.
    usually, when he tries to remember that night, it comes out blank. all that comes to him is the fact he had been riding down the street on his motorcycle, then suddenly he was waking up in a hospital bed a few days later with a man that stared at him with pretty, gentle eyes the color of blue seafoam. those eyes are something he can briefly recall. the man introduces himself politely as jihyun kim. hyun grins weakly, eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
    thatâs all he thinks he wants to remember.
