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2 AM.

How many different ways do people have to forget memories? And how long can one memory stay with us? I've been thinking about this for several months. But in the end, it's just a question with no answer. There is no option to check. No one knows, not even ourselves. Dahyun shook his head to chase away the distracting thoughts that had begun to form for the millionth time.

His little hand grabbed the guitar next to his bed and played it like he always did when he couldn't sleep or accidentally woke up in the middle of the night. The moonlight streaming through the window was bright enough. without her having to get up and turn on the light A familiar melody was played slowly through the guitar. Just like the memories of you and him. The same lyrics were hummed in his throat before turning into a cry.

A song that someone likes and always urges you to play for them. Sigh.... I miss you again.

Minatozaki Sana

"Dahyun-chan~~~"

"What do you say? What else do you want me to ask for like this?" He took his eyes off the guitar he was playing and turned to look at the older man who was pleadingly clinging to his arm. while giving me seductive kitten eyes Until she couldn't help but turn and pinch the other man's nose with barren fangs. It made Sana moan in her throat. Because when Dahyun does this, her nose will turn red!

A picture of the older man rubbing his nose back and forth like a child. It was so cute that she had to smile.

"Why are you smiling? Is it funny?" Sana turned to look at the other hammer who was now sitting with a smile on his cheeks, in a good mood.

"Oh, are you upset? Come on, I'm just teasing you."

“Well, look at Dahyun. I looked at you and smiled like it was funny." Sana pursed her lips in displeasure. Cross your arms over your chest and turn away. move away As a result, Dahyun instinctively knew that he had to reconcile, so he moved to follow the elder who tried to move away from him every time. But due to the shortness of the sofa, Sana was finally cornered. But stubbornness still hasn't worn off.

Sana got up to walk away. Dahyun then grabbed the other man's wrist and pulled him back. The current situation has turned into Sana sitting on Dahyun's lap instead.

“Where are you going?” Dahyun asked. His hands hugged the older man's waist.

"I don't know. I don't want to be with a mean, teasing person."

“Where am I teasing? Just teasing, don't be upset."

"Who told you to look at my face and smile like it was funny?"

“I didn't look at you and smile because it was a bit funny.” Sana turned and looked at Dahyun suspiciously. Both eyebrows furrowed together into a knot. Dahyun moved his face closer to the other person. Whispered softly into the ear of the older man, causing his face to turn red with embarrassment.

"I look at you with love."

Dahyun walked with a guitar and sat next to Sana. Right now I'm concentrating on scrolling through the phone screen to find song chords for another person to play for me.

"Ah, I found it." Sana pulled the other man's shirt on to make him look at it.

“This song again? I just played yesterday."

"I want to hear it again. Can't you play for me?" He looked at the other person with sad eyes. before opening his mouth and pretending to cry

"You don't have to come and act. Hey, come sit nearby. I'll play it for you," Dahyun said, patting the seat next to him for the other person to come over. Two hands carefully strumming for the other person to listen. The melody that was sung through thin lips Sana leaned down and rested her head on Dahyun's shoulder. who still intend to play for you to listen A smile of happiness automatically appeared.

"Thank you, Dahyun-chan."

Someone once said that Keeping yourself busy can make you forget about things. But Dahyun proved that it was only temporary. Because in the end we come back and think about it anyway...

The sound of music playing through headphones Two small eyes were still glued to the computer screen. Both hands move the mount and adjust things here and there to make the work work well. Kim Dahyun is 25 years old with a career as a music producer. in the Korean giant camp

Twist

Her job is to make songs for the artists in the label. Especially near the comeback, it will be extra busy.

“Wow, our Dahyunshi is working hard again,” shouted a voice from the newcomer. Yoo Jeongyeon, a close senior who worked with him, jokingly said. Put the cold cocoa cup on the table after going down to buy some for another person.

"Hey, you can take a break. Work isn't that urgent."

“It's not that heavy. I just want it to come out well. Impressive to the listeners." Dahyun took off his headphones. Two legs turned the chair and turned to face Jungyoung.

"Is this my cocoa?"

"It's the cat's. It's yours. If you put something in your stomach or you'll die first," Jeongyeon complained to her closest junior, bored and worried. Why doesn't Jeongyeon know that Dahyun is looking shabbier these days and is only working hard even though none of the artists in the label are making a comeback? It's not the work that's busy, it's the people who keep themselves busy all the time.

3:00 p.m. Dahyun's time off from work. Two short legs walked out of the company along a familiar path. before stopping in front of the cafe Before I knew it, I walked in and sat inside. Eyes scanned around the store. Nothing has changed much from before. If there's anything that will change, it's probably the person next to you who isn't there anymore.

"Aren't you hungry? Will you be full when you come to a cake shop like this?” Dahyun complained to the person in front of him who was carefully selecting cakes.

"I'm hungry for cake. I'm not hungry for rice. Stop complaining now. It's not old yet." Sana smiled happily. Both hands reached out and pinched the other man's cheeks with annoyance. before turning his attention back to choosing the menu

Dahyun looked at Sana who was now intently eating deliciously. The chubby cheeks from chewing the cake in the mouth are so cute you can't take your eyes off them. Sana looked up from her plate to look at the other person who had eaten nothing but a glass of cocoa.

"Ah-ayeon-ai-in-a-oh," Sana said with her mouth full of cake. Dahyun looked at his elder with affection. The strawberry stains at the corner of Sana's mouth looked like a child's. Until Dahyun couldn't complain. Pick up the tissue on the table and lovingly wipe the stain off for another person.

"The next day, you can eat it all before speaking. There's no need to hurry."

"Dahyun, aren't you hungry?" Sana asked with concern. Because her Dahyun hadn't eaten anything yet and was just sitting and watching her eat.

"I'm not hungry. Watching you eat, I'll be full until the next life."

"Ver," Sana smiled shyly at the other person's words. Use a small fork to poke a piece of cake. held it up to the mouth of the person in front of him

"Open your mouth quickly, I'll give it to you."

“No, I don't really like this flavor of cake.” Dahyun immediately shook his head. The hand pushes the other fork back. Strawberry cheesecake for Dahyun made her feel greasy. Even if it's just the smell.

"Just a little bit. Just one word. Aum first. Hurry up. Yes, Dahyunsunbaenim.” Sana gave the other person a sweet look, pleadingly. Until Da Yeon gasped at her own gullibility. Every time she met her child begging for something like this, she gave in. Open your mouth for the other person to send a piece of cake into your mouth. Sana looked at Dahyun who was munching on the cake she fed her. So he leaned towards another person.

Kiss~

Placing your lips on your cheek is a reward for a good girl like Dahyun who does what she wants. Dahyun was momentarily stunned by the recklessness of her older brother kissing her cheek in the middle of a cafe like this. Luckily no one saw it. He glanced at another person who looked happy. Until she had to smile.

"Customer, Do you want to order food now?” The call from the waiter woke Dahyun out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry. What did you say just now?"

"What will the customer receive?"

"Uh...let's have a glass of cold cocoa and... Strawberry cheesecake."

The alarm clock sounded and said it was exactly six o'clock. A white hand slipped out from the blanket and reached for the phone and pressed mute. Dahyun sat up and twisted his body to get rid of his laziness. Doing personal business Arrange to change into clothes that look tight-fitting.

Morning sunshine in the park on Sunday People weren't quite as excited yet. Dahyun jogs down the corridor. Until I felt that I was starting to feel tired, so I sat on a bench nearby. His hand picked up the water bottle he carried with him and drank. The music from the headphones continues to play. Dahyun closed his eyes and leaned against the bench.

But he was startled by the sound of falling nearby. Looking for the source of the sound, we found a group of male and female couples cycling together. But from the looks of it, the woman must have spun and fallen until the man had to help her. Dahyun sat and watched for a long time until the man and woman rode past. Do we really have the right to escape some memories? Or is God playing a trick on us?

The loud shouts from the elders echoed throughout the park. After asking Dahyun to teach her how to ride a bicycle Sana gripped the handlebars tightly in fear. Two legs pedaling the bicycle awkwardly With Dahyun holding him next to each other, another fell.

"Dahyun, don't let me go."

"Dahyun, hold on tight to the bike," and countless other Dahyuns with the scared Sana calling out to her.

"Just like that. Slowly, slowly spin. Now I'll release it. 1 2 3 "

Dahyun released his hand after ensuring that Sana could handle the spinning. Shouts of joy rang out. and riding a bicycle for the first time in another person's life

“Dahyun, you can ride now. Look. Are you good at it?" Sana shouted happily to Dahyun.

"You're good, you're really good," Dahyun replied to the other person who turned around and gave himself a sweet smile and forgot to let go of his hand to wave at her.

"Oh, Sana, please take the handlebars."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Sister Sana!!!!! "

Dahyun ran four hundred meters straight towards the other person as soon as the bike fell. He helped the other person up slowly with concern. So he slowly walked to the bench to get his wound treated. The abrasion on his knee was oozing blood. Making Sana turn away.

“I was right about bringing dressing kits,” Dahyun said, reaching for a small first aid kit from his bag. Let's put it down next to the other person.

"Ouch, take it easy, Dahyun. It stings." A cotton swab soaked in alcohol was placed on the wound. It made Sana cry out with pain.

"Please be patient. It'll be over soon." Dahyun reassured the other person. while giving a smile Sana nodded slightly in response to Dahyun's patient response.

"Oh, finished. Can you walk?"

"It's okay. You don't have to worry too much."

"I'll cycle back for you, then you can join me." Dahyun slowly cycled back with Sana sitting behind her, hugging her hips. Lean your head on the other's back. Dahyun has always been kind and gentle to her. A child who becomes an adult when he's with you. Having Dahyun beside him made Sana feel at ease. Her back is small but big for her.

If I were to choose the best memory of her life, it would be the time with Dahyun beside me.

"Dahyun-ah, let's be together for a long time."

A bouquet of purple statice flowers is placed in front of a small marble plaque. Dahyun understands that trying to forget cannot be forgotten as long as our hearts feel it. Three months of having to live without another person. Dahyun admits that he misses him all the time.

"Are you okay? How is it over there? Cycling has become easier, right? I'm fine too. Don't have to worry. I..I think about you every day. And do you miss me? Promise me you'll miss me every day. Because I will miss you every day too. I love you, Uncle Sana."

A white hand stroked the letters of the name on the nameplate, hoping that the other person would know her feelings. Because some memories are suitable to keep, that once there were good things that happened and are more valuable than forgetting...

                                                   -End-

Talk-

Thank you to everyone who has come to read. Saida is the first story in my life. Normally, I only dress other couples. I want to say that this is a very short-lived fic. It came from listening to the song that eventually led to writing the fic, plus that day there were moments that made us feel happy. At the end, we got dressed and cried. The sad song was always playing back and forth while composing.

I didn't want it to end like this, but I thought about it again. It's good to end like this. The writing language may be a little strange. However, you are welcome to criticize, criticize, and criticize. Thank you again to all readers. Thank you.

Song - 2 AM by J_ust