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The door to the hospital room swung open.

“Oh my god, Y/n!” Renjun cried. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hazel eyes brimming with tears. “I am so sorry, baby! Are you alright?”

“R-renjun…” You reached forwards, running your hand through Renjun’s dirty-blonde fringe. “What happened? How did I get into the hospital?”

Renjun frowned. “You don’t… remember?”

Renjun’s eyes flicked up to your forehead, and his mouth dropped open.

You smoothed down your fringe, blushing at his intense gaze. Only, when your fingers touched your forehead, you winced.

Renjun reached forward and gently brushed your hand aside. He inspected your forehead. His touch was familiar, intimate – it made your heart race. 

The scar began in your hairline, travelled down your forehead, and ended in your right eyebrow. It was jagged and wide, a marker of a past violence that your mind had blocked out.

 Just then, a woman in blue scrubs came into the room. “Good to see you’re awake, Y/n. My name is Dr Jay. Do you want me to explain what’s been going on?”

You nodded.

“You hit your head really hard, Y/n. You’re suffering from something called retrograde amnesia. It means that your memories from the last day or so have been wiped.”

You blinked twice. “Amnesia…”

The doctor turned to Renjun. “You must be her boyfriend.”

Renjun gulped. His eyes flicked to you – as if he was waiting for you to confirm it.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” you said quickly. Renjun visibly relaxed at your words. Why was Renjun acting like he was the one who needed forgiveness?

“I need you to help Y/n fill in the gaps of what happened last night.” With that, the doctor left.

You lifted the blanket, beckoning Renjun to lie in the bed with you. He cradled you to his chest, stroking your hair softly.

“So you don’t remember - anything?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “All I remember was you finding out about… the texts from Jeno.” Tears pooled in your eyes. “I am so sorry, baby. It was a one-time thing. It didn’t mean anything, I swear!”

Renjun shushed you, pressing his lips to your hair. “That’s okay,” he said hurriedly. “I guess we… we all make mistakes. I forgive you!”  

You frowned. Renjun was the type of person to hold a grudge for months. He still brought up the time you spilled ketchup on his favourite shirt – three years ago.

But you shrugged the doubt off. You had to be projecting – you were the liar in this relationship. Renjun would never lie to you. The thought made you want to cry.

“The doctor said I was lying naked on the street,” you said. “What happened?”

Renjun rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… I guess you were so upset about me finding out about Jeno that you- you ran out.”

“Without my clothes or shoes?” you said, mouth agape. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

Renjun’s face went red. “I… I tried to! I begged you to come back inside, but…. but you ran away so fast I couldn’t catch up.”

“I… outran… you? Barefoot?” you asked in disbelief.

Renjun clutched you tight in his arms, so tight it nearly hurt. “Darling. Let’s talk about this later. Let’s get you better first.”

You had a gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something told you he was lying.

You were about to speak up, but then the pounding in your head started again. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Renjun nuzzled into your hair. It was so comforting, you couldn’t help feeling sleepy. Maybe you were just overreacting.

“I love you, baby,” Renjun whispered.

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It had been two weeks since you’d been discharged from the hospital, and you were back in the house you shared with Renjun.  

Ever since then, Renjun had become the most devoted boyfriend – he’d bring you fresh flowers every day, he’d brush your hair, he’d even bring you breakfast in bed.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty at his affection. After all, you were the one who had cheated. With the way he was treating you, it was felt like Renjun was the guilty one, not you.

It was a Saturday evening, and you were lying in bed, face buried in a book.

Renjun came in, handsome in his grey sweatpants and hoodie. He was clutching a steaming bowl of noodles.

“Here, baby! I brought your favourite.”

Smiling, you took the bowl from Renjun and placed it on the bedside table.

“Thank you, honey, but you didn’t have to! I’m stuffed from those pancakes you made an hour ago.”

You pulled Renjun to sit down next to you. You gazed at his almond eyes and plump lips. Your eyes were drawn south, to his sweatpants, and more importantly, what lay underneath.

“I’m hungry for something else,” you whispered.

You pulled Renjun’s lips onto yours in a steamy kiss.

You and Renjun hadn’t slept together since that night. You’d been nervous after the Jeno incident, and you’d been giving Renjun space. But now you couldn’t wait any longer. Especially after this morning, when you walked in on Renjun in the shower and laid your eyes on exactly what you had been missing all this time.

You lay down on the bed and pulled Renjun on top of you. Renjun moaned, jerking his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hand brushed the side of your breast, sending sparks shooting through you.

You shimmied out of your bottoms. Renjun did the same. He pushed himself inside.

The feeling of having Renjun inside you was too good for words. You wished you could stay joined like this forever. Gripping his shoulders, you pulled his body tighter to yours.

However, the more relaxed you became, the more Renjun stiffened. “I-“ he said against your shoulder.

“What is it, baby?”

“I can’t,” he breathed.

“Renjun, what’s up? Do you not… want to?”

Renjun let out a shaky breath, tickling your neck. “Y/n, I have something to confess. Something I should have told you weeks ago… when we left the hospital.”

Your blood ran cold. You sat up, unhooking your legs from around him. Renjun was panting, his dark hair dishevelled, and his lips were bruised and red.

“What is it?” you said.

Renjun opened his mouth to speak. “I-“

But he was interrupted by three loud thuds on the front door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You and Renjun looked at each other in confusion.

"Let me get that!" Renjun jumped off the bed, dressed, and bolted towards the door.

“Wait, what were you going to say?” you called.

But Renjun had already gone. The cold air bit your bare legs.

You heard Renjun open the door. Then you heard muffled shouting.

You peered out of the bedroom window. When you saw who was standing at the door, you gasped.

It was Jeno, looking unusually intimidating in his black hoodie and baseball cap. He was in a shouting match with Renjun.

You bolted down the stairs. You got there just in time to catch the end of their conversation.

“You just couldn’t wait to screw her, could you?” Renjun yelled. “I thought you were my friend!”  

Jeno scoffed. “You kicked her out and left her naked on the street. What kind of psycho does that?”

You stood in the hallway, mouth agape.

“You left me… where?” you said.

Both men turned towards you. Jeno was no longer scowling, and Renjun looked guilty.

“Listen, it’s not what it sounds like-” Renjun stuttered, his brown face turning red. Renjun ran and reached for your hand, but you yanked it away.

“What does Jeno mean about you… kicking me out?” You said, focused completely on Renjun. “You told me that I ran out myself, and that you tried to stop me.”

The edges of your vision began to blur. The man who had been feeding you, washing you, cuddling you at night, the man whose touch still burned all over your body… was a liar?

Renjun bit his lip. “I…”

Jeno cursed. “Don’t believe a word he says, Y/n. I came to check on you because I couldn’t believe when I’d heard you’d gone back to him.”

It was all clicking into place – Renjun’s over the top romantic gestures, the way he couldn’t quite meet your eyes… and he was about to confess something before Jeno interrupted him!

Your entire life felt like a frozen TV, the image stuck, the pixels finally visible. Who was Renjun, really? Who were you?

“How could you do that to me?” you asked, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Renjun huffed, hands balling into fists. “You started it, by- by cheating on me!” Renjun scowled. “Maybe I should have left you out in the cold… you- you slut!”

You gasped. But before you could react, Jeno lunged forwards and punched Renjun in the face.

Renjun staggered backwards, yelling, hands grasping his nose. You could see blood trickling down his chin.

“Get the hell out, both of you!” Renjun cried.

You turned to Jeno, looking at him properly for the first time. His dark hair was ruffled, and his eyes were wide. He held his hand out for you.

“Come on, Y/n, you can leave with me.”

You grasped his hand. The contact sent sparks shooting through you.

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

You ran out into the driveway, hands locked with Jeno. Before you made it into the car, you heard glass smashing and Renjun’s roar from inside the house. You shuddered.

You let Jeno pull you into the passenger seat of his beat-up truck. Your hands were trembling, your entire body was numb from the shock. The scar on your forehead throbbed.

You sat in the passenger seat, too dazed to put on your seatbelt. Jeno leant over you and clicked in your seatbelt for you. He was leaning so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his firm body. The smell of his mint shampoo drove you crazy. Was Jeno always this attractive?

Jeno’s hand brushed your breast as he adjusted the strap of your seatbelt. His breath faltered. You gulped. The last time you’d been in this truck with Jeno, you’d had sex with him.

Jeno cleared his throat. He walked around to the driver’s seat and got in.

You and Jeno drove in silence. You watched the sun sink down beneath the trees. The reality of your relationship with Renjun weighed heavy on your chest.

“What do I keep doing wrong?” you mumbled, after a while.

Jeno frowned, eyes darting away from the road to look at your face. “What do you mean?”

“Why does no one want me?” you asked, not really answering his question.

“Renjun left me, you left me…” You thought about your father, who moved across the world when you were six, and had never sent you so much as a birthday card.

“Y/n!” Jeno said with an urgency that make you snap your head towards him. He pulled over into a side road.

You watched as Jeno panted, broad shoulders rising and falling.

“You’re wrong,” he said. “I want you.”

“You do?”

Jeno’s eyes lingered on your bare legs a little too long before he met your eyes. “I do. Y/n, I need-“

You leant over and smashed your mouth onto his, shutting him up. Jeno grunted against your lips, kissing you back with equal passion.

His lips never leaving yours, Jeno grasped your waist and pulled you and onto his lap, making you gasp at his strength.

Your hand slipped down to where your body met his. You pushed your clothes out of the way and kissed the moans right from his lips.

You fucked him until the windows steamed up and your thighs started to tremble from the effort.

After, you and Jeno sat on the hood of his car, both desperately trying to cool down your burning bodies. One of your bare legs was draped over Jeno’s. Your fingers traced invisible circles over his chest, trying to find the places that would make him shiver.

Jeno pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it. “I want us to be together, Y/n. You and me.”

You hummed, your mind drifting between the two men that had been inside you that night.

“You know,” Jeno said, staring out at the horizon. “I’m kinda glad that Renjun kicked you out.”

You frowned. “What?”

Jeno smiled lazily. “I mean… that was what sent you to my house… and that convinced me to finally break up with my girlfriend. I realised I wanted you.”

You started to smile, but something stopped you in your tracks. You pulled your hand away from his, crossing your arms over your chest.  

“So… I came to your house the night that Renjun kicked me out?” you asked, lightly, trying not to reveal your panic.

You were suddenly conscious that you were on an empty dirt path, hidden from the main road by trees… with a man you barely knew.

Jeno hummed in agreement.

“But the doctors said they found me alone on the street… does that mean you kicked me out too?”

Jeno sighed. “Okay… so that did happen, but who cares? We have each other now!”

“Who cares?” you shouted, your voice getting louder with each word. “Who cares? Is that all you have to say, you jerk? You’re just as bad as Renjun! No, you’re worse!” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeno left you on the street like you were nothing!

Jeno looked at you strangely. “Calm down, Y/n, you’re overreacting.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” you screamed. Your head started to spin. Renjun, Jeno… all these men did was treat you like an old Barbie, something to play with and throw out.

“I- I hate you!”

Before Jeno had a chance to respond, you grabbed your things and started to run. You ran down the street, as fast as your legs could take you. You didn’t stop running, not when your chest started to ache, not even when your feet throbbed.

You eventually ended up outside a tiny motel at the edge of the highway. Your shoes were worn, and your head was spinning. You had no choice but to go in.

The inside of the motel was warm and cozy.

There was a man behind the front desk. He was wearing a woolly brown jumper and circle rimmed glasses. He had gorgeous dark hair and tall cheek bones.

You almost laughed out loud at how ridiculously handsome he was, and out of place he looked in this tiny motel.

When he saw you, he straightened up. You realised he was tall too, and lean.

He smiled dazzlingly and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jae-“

“I don’t care what your name is,” you said, cutting him off. “I just have one question.”

The handsome stranger lifted one brow. “Anything.”

“Can you help me forget about all the bad men in my life?”

The man bit his pink, plump lip, thinking. After a moment, he smirked, and said:

“I can certainly try.”

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