"Today, I don't know why I'm so tired. It's unlike my usual days. I did my regular tasks. I taught in class, designed and created decorations, and even took on extra work. 'Could it be because I've been going to the coffee shop more often?' I thought. But no, I go to coffee shops frequently and I'm not usually this tired.**

I went to the bookstore and searched for the latest Jujutsu Kaisen book. 'Ah, there it is!' I headed to the cashier.

'You look pale,' the cashier said.

She was pretty, probably 20 years younger than me. Her skin was fair, like typical Korean girls.

I looked at her and smiled.

'Oh, I forgot to wear makeup today. You know, old age,' I lied.

'Really? You don't look it. I thought you were around my age.'

I laughed. Inside, I thought she was great at cheering people up. She handed me my change, saying, 'Be careful on your way home.' I nodded and smiled sweetly.

I walked to my favorite coffee shop. I love this coffee shop because it's quiet and has a nice aesthetic. There's an empty bench in front of the shop overlooking the city. The view is beautiful. There's a shady tree behind it. But before I got there, my head started to hurt really badly. 'Aish, not now. Please hold on. Not now,' I thought. Without realizing it, my hand reached for the handle of a long bench, and I decided to sit down.

'Ahh,' I moaned.

I held my head. I bowed my head and endured the pain. I hoped it would pass. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming towards me. They stopped in front of me. I couldn't see their face. I only saw their legs. Yes, their legs. The shoes they were wearing were the latest Nike model. Jeans. The scent of this perfume... it seemed familiar. 'Ahh, it hurts.' Lately, my head has been aching whenever I remember something.

'Noona.'

Suddenly, my heart pounded. What was this? I hadn't seen his face yet, so why was I so nervous?

'Noona.'

His voice was normal. But why did I feel strange in my heart? I tried to lift my head. A jean jacket and a white t-shirt. His neck was long and white. His jawline and the smile on his lips made me even more nervous. His eyes looked at me and smiled. He looked at me deeply.

'Noona.' He smiled.

His smile was so sweet. But why didn't I recognize him?

'My Noona.'

He called me 'my Noona'. Who is he? I slowly started to move away from him. He noticed and stopped me by holding the end of the bench with his hand. His expression changed. It wasn't a scary change. He seemed worried. He could tell I was confused.

'Noona. Are you okay?'

I was silent, staring at him. He was handsome. But I didn't recognize him.

'I'm fine.'

He didn't believe me. He took something out of his bag. He took out a stethoscope. Then he started touching me.

'Are you a doctor?'

I avoided him. He was surprised and smiled.

'Noona, you shouldn't ask that question. Of course I'm a doctor. You know that.'

He looked at my face. His smile faded when I shook my head.

'Noona. What happened to you?'

I tried to remember. Suddenly, 'Ahh.'

'Noona!'

'Who are you?'

His hand held my shoulder. 'Noona, this is me, Park Myung.'

Yes, that name sounded familiar. That name was in my phone contacts. Park Myung, my bae, he is in my contacts. 'Park Myung, my bae?'

He smiles.

'I don't remember.'

He looks at me closely. 'Are you really sure you don't remember me?'

I shook my head.

'Let me help you recover your memory.'

He pulled my head towards him. Then he kissed me.

His kiss was warm. His lips... his scent... 'My Noona. I love you.'

He kissed me again. His touch suddenly brought back my memory.

'Bae...'

'Remember?' He kissed me back again. Then touched my neck.

'Don't, bae.'

He looked at me and smiled. 'My hot noona.'"

"Bae, what are we doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"You're tired, right? I just wanted to help you relax."

The way he said it was soothing, but the way he held my hand was firm. It was as if he didn't want to let me go. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

The bench we were on was old, the paint chipped and the wood weathered. The city view behind him was blurry, the buildings' lights creating a soft halo around his figure. His eyes searched mine, looking for something that I wasn't sure I could give him.

"Relax," he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. "Just let the memories come back to you."

I nodded, closing my eyes, trying to focus on his touch. The feel of his lips on mine, the smell of his cologne, it was all so familiar. But why couldn't I remember? The pain in my head grew more intense, as if my brain was fighting to keep something hidden.

Park Myung pulled away and took my hand, leading me to the quiet alley behind the coffee shop. The walls were lined with posters and graffiti, a stark contrast to the serene scene in front of us. He stopped at a small, dimly lit spot, and turned to face me.

"You remember the night we had our first kiss, right?" His voice was low, a hint of desperation in his tone. "It was right here."

The alley was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand. I tried to recall that night, but all I could summon was a haze of colors and emotions. "I... I don't know," I murmured, feeling more lost than ever.

He looked into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of hope and concern. "Do you remember how nervous I was? I'd never kissed anyone before, and you..." He trailed off, his thumb stroking the back of my hand gently. "You made it so easy for me."

I tried to focus, to grasp onto the fragment of memory he was offering. But all I could feel was the pounding in my head and the fear of the unknown. The alley was eerily quiet, the distant sounds of the city muffled by the walls. I could feel my heart racing, and the coolness of the evening air did nothing to calm my nerves.

Park Myung must have noticed my distress. He pulled me closer, his hand moving to cradle my cheek. "Noona, please, remember me." His voice was earnest, pleading. His eyes searched mine, willing me to recall the moments we had shared.

The pressure in my head grew unbearable, and suddenly, a single image flashed through my mind. A moonlit night, his nervous smile, the tentative touch of his lips on mine. The memory was faint, like a whisper, but it was there.

"Our first kiss," I murmured, my eyes fluttering open.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Yes, Noona. That night, you told me that I was your first love, and you kissed me like it was the most natural thing in the world."

The alley was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, as if the moon itself was peeking through the clouds just for us. The memory grew clearer, and with it, a warmth began to spread through me. I placed my hand over his, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

"You've always made me feel so safe," I said, my voice barely a whisper. The headache began to subside, replaced by a warmth that started to fill the void in my heart.

Park Myung's smile grew, his eyes lighting up at the sound of my voice. "And you've always been the light that guides me through the dark." He leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle, reassuring kiss. It was as if our souls were connecting, and the world around us faded into the background.

As we broke apart, the alley didn't seem so scary anymore. The shadows played across the walls, creating a dance of light and dark, reminiscent of our past. He took a step back, his hands lingering on my arms.

"Noona," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that seemed to chase away the cold, "Do you remember the promise we made?"

I searched his eyes, trying to recall the words we had exchanged. The memory was hazy, but I nodded, hoping that I wasn't leading him on. "What promise?"

"The promise that no matter what happens, we'd always find our way back to each other," he said, his voice filled with hope.

My heart skipped a beat. Did we really make such a promise? The doubt in my mind was like a fog that just wouldn't lift. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice wavering. "I want to remember, but..."

He nodded, understanding. "It's okay. Sometimes memories take time to come back. But I'll be here to help you remember." His grip on my arms tightened slightly, his thumbs tracing small circles on my skin. "We can start with the small things, like our favorite coffee orders."

I managed a weak smile. "Vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso," I murmured.

"And I always get the caramel macchiato," he said, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Do you remember how we'd sit here every week, discussing our favorite scenes from the anime we'd watched?"

The alley felt less claustrophobic now, the walls seeming to lean in closer as if to listen to our conversation. The cool air was replaced with the warm scent of coffee and the sweetness of caramel. It was comforting, a beacon of familiarity in the sea of amnesia.

"I'm sorry," I said again, feeling guilty for not remembering something so important.

He placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. "Don't worry, Noona. We'll get through this together. I'll be your memory keeper." His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the love I knew we had shared.

We walked back to the coffee shop, his arm around my shoulders, guiding me through the darkness. The bell above the door jingled as we entered, the warm light spilling out onto the sidewalk. The barista looked up and waved. "Welcome back!" she called out.

Park Myung ordered our drinks, the same as always. He told her about my condition, and she nodded with a knowing smile. "Take your time," she said, placing the steaming cups on a tray. "You two always did."

We sat at our usual table, the one by the window that looked out onto the street. He took my hand again, and I didn't pull away. Instead, I studied his face, trying to find the pieces of the puzzle that would complete the picture of our relationship.

"We used to sit here and argue over which character was the strongest," he said, sipping his caramel macchiato. "You always rooted for Gojo Satoru, and I was a die-hard Itadori fan."

I chuckled despite myself. "I can see that." The warmth of the latte seeped through the paper cup, comforting me. "But why are we here now, in the middle of the night?"

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Because this is where we always come when we need to escape from the world. Whenever we're stressed or sad, we find comfort in each other's company."

The words resonated deep within me, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. He reached over and gently wiped it away with his thumb. "Don't cry, Noona. We'll get through this."

I took a sip of my latte, feeling the caffeine start to work its magic. The headache was gone, but the fear remained. "What if I never remember everything?"

He squeezed my hand. "It doesn't matter. We'll make new memories. Ones that are even better than the old ones."

I looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. They were filled with so much love and determination, and for the first time since the headache had started, I felt a spark of hope. "Okay," I said, smiling through my tears. "Let's start with our favorite anime scene."

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. "The one where Gojo saves Itadori," he said.

"No, the one where Itadori confesses to Kugisaki," I corrected, a hint of mischief in my voice.

We both laughed, and in that moment, the fog in my mind lifted just a little more. It was a small victory, but it was ours. And as we sat there, holding hands and sharing stories of our past, I knew that no matter how much I had forgotten, we had a future worth fighting for.

The warmth of his touch spread through me, and the comfort of his presence was like a blanket wrapping around my soul. His laugh, the way he leaned in when he talked, every little gesture was a piece of home that I hadn't realized was missing. With every sip of my latte, the world grew clearer, and with every word he spoke, my heart felt a little less broken.

The kiss of remembrance had not only brought back a flood of emotions, but it had also brought peace to the chaos in my mind. The pain was gone, replaced by the sweetness of his kiss and the gentle way he spoke to me. It was as if he was willing the memories back into existence, his love acting as a balm to my amnesia.

As the night grew late and the coffee shop's lights dimmed, we continued to talk. Each word we shared was like a thread weaving back into the tapestry of our lives. With every giggle and every nod, we were rebuilding our bond, one memory at a time. And though I knew the road ahead would be challenging, the warmth of his embrace was all I needed to face whatever was to come.

The sound of a car honking in the distance brought us back to reality. Park Myung checked his phone and sighed. "It's late, Noona. We should go home." His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of protest.

"Home," I repeated, the word feeling strange on my tongue. "Where's home?"

He took my hand, standing up. "It's where we make it," he said firmly. "And right now, let's go to my place. You can rest, and we'll keep working on your memories."

We stepped out into the cool night air, the city's lights reflecting off the pavement. As we walked, the weight of the day's events started to feel a little lighter. Maybe it was the caffeine, or maybe it was the comfort of being with someone who truly cared for me. Either way, I felt a sense of calm that had been elusive since the headache had started.

When we arrived at his apartment, it was like stepping into another piece of our shared history. The furniture, the books, the art on the walls—it was all a part of us. And as we sat on his couch, his arm around my shoulders, watching the first episode of our favorite show, the world outside the window was forgotten.

The plot unfolded before us, and with it, my mind began to fill in the gaps. The characters' voices, the soundtrack, even the commercials that played—each one a trigger for a memory that had been buried deep within me. And as the show went on, so did our conversation, a gentle dance of remembrance and discovery.

The night grew deeper, but our hearts grew fuller. With every shared laugh, every whispered confession, every silent moment where we just enjoyed being together, I felt myself coming back to life. And when he leaned in to kiss me again, it wasn't a kiss of desperation or a plea for recognition. It was a kiss of love and understanding, a promise to keep fighting for what we had.

As we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside could have crumbled to dust for all I cared about. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of his embrace and the gentle whispers of his love. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that together, we could conquer any obstacle, even the fog of forgotten memories.

---‘’’----

The bright morning light streamed through the windows of Park Myung's apartment, casting a warm glow across the room. The curtains fluttered in the breeze, a soft reminder of the world that waited outside. The air was filled with the scent of brewing coffee and the distant sounds of the city waking up. His apartment was a sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the world was kept at bay.

I opened my eyes to find him already up, dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt, his hair slightly disheveled from sleep. He was standing in the kitchen, his back to me, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. "Bae," I called out softly, my voice still groggy with sleep.

He turned around, a steaming mug in his hand. "Noona," he said, his voice filled with relief as he saw that I was awake. He walked over to me, placing the mug on the side table and gently brushing the hair from my face. "How are you feeling?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the previous night. I took a deep breath, the scent of the coffee filling my senses. "Better," I murmured. "The headache's gone."

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good. That's good." He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand finding mine. "Do you remember anything else?"

I searched my mind, the memories were still fragmented and incomplete. "Pieces," I admitted. "But I feel like I'm getting there."

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "We'll get there, Noona. I'll help you put the puzzle back together." His hand squeezed mine, and I felt a surge of gratitude.

We sat in silence, watching the light change from the soft glow of dawn to the harsher light of day. The quiet was comforting, a testament to the strength of our bond. And as the sun began to rise over the city, we made a pact—to rebuild our love, one shared moment at a time.

The sound of my phone buzzing brought me back to reality. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat as I saw the message from Kim Seon Yung. 'With whom are you?' The words echoed in my mind, and I felt a twinge of guilt for the lie I had told him.

"Park Myung," I said, showing him the message. His eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in suspicion. "What's going on, Noona?"

"Kim Seon Yung... he wants me to meet him," I explained, hoping the explanation was enough. "It's nothing, just an old friend from work." But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they sounded hollow.

"An old friend," he repeated, his tone neutral. "Why is he texting you at this hour?"

I swallowed hard, searching for a lie that would soothe his suspicion. But before I could speak, the doorbell rang, cutting through the tension. Park Myung's grip on my hand tightened. "I'll get it," he said, standing up.

My heart raced as he walked to the door. Who could it be? A deliveryman? Another memory I hadn't recalled? Or perhaps, something more sinister? The door opened, and a gust of cold air filled the room. Park Myung's voice grew muffled, and the sound of another man's voice grew clearer.

Kim Seon Yung's voice.

I sat up, the blankets pooling around me. What was he doing here? Why had he texted me in the early morning? The room spun, and for a moment, I feared the headache would return with a vengeance. But instead, a new kind of pain began to bloom in my chest—the pain of realization.

When Park Myung returned, his face was tight with anger. "It seems your 'old friend' is quite eager to learn," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I stumbled out of bed, pulling on my clothes from the night before. "What are you talking about?"

"Kim Seon Yung," he spat out the name. "He's here, asking for you."

My stomach dropped. This wasn't what I had planned. "What do we do?" I asked, fear creeping into my voice.

"We don't do anything," he said, standing firm. "You tell him the truth. That you don't need his help anymore. That you're with me now."

The door to the apartment opened, and Kim Seon Yung's silhouette filled the frame. He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Noona, what's going on?"

Park Myung stepped in front of me, his body a wall of jealousy and protectiveness. "What do you want from her?" he demanded.

Kim Seon Yung's gaze flicked to me before returning to Park Myung. "I just wanted to make sure she was okay."

"And what gives you the right to check up on her?" Park Myung's voice was a low growl, his fists clenching at his sides.

"I care about her," Kim Seon Yung retorted, taking a step forward.

The air in the room grew thick with tension, the scent of unspoken accusations and unresolved feelings hanging heavy in the air. My heart hammered in my chest as the two men faced off, both equally determined to protect what they believed was theirs.

Park Myung took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Kim Seon Yung's. "You don't get to decide what's best for her," he said, each word a challenge. "Not anymore."

Kim Seon Yung's jaw clenched, his fists mirroring Park Myung's. "I've known her longer than you have," he countered. "And she's not just your 'noona' to play with."

The two men were a breath away from each other, the energy between them crackling like a live wire. I knew I had to act before things escalated further. I stepped in, placing a hand on Park Myung's arm. "Bae, please," I begged.

He looked down at me, his eyes softening slightly. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to him," I said, my voice shaking.

Park Myung didn't move, his muscles coiled and ready to spring.

"Alone," I added.

He took a deep breath, his hand flexing on my arm. Finally, with a nod, he released me. "Fine. But if he so much as looks at you the wrong way, I'm coming back in."

With that, he stormed off into the other room, leaving Kim Seon Yung and me standing awkwardly in the living room.

"What's going on?" Kim Seon Yung asked, his voice filled with concern. "Why are you with him?"

I looked at him, the weight of my forgotten past pressing down on me. "I don't know," I admitted. "I don't remember much."

He took a step closer, his hand reaching for mine. "Then come with me. We can figure this out together."

But the warmth of Park Myung's touch was still on my skin, a reminder of the promise we had made just hours ago. "I can't," I whispered. "I have to stay here."

Kim Seon Yung's eyes searched mine, looking for something he wasn't finding. "But why?"

I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain what I didn't fully understand myself. "Because I think... I think I'm falling in love with him."

The words hung in the air, a declaration that seemed to echo through the apartment. Kim Seon Yung's hand fell away, his face a mask of shock and hurt. "You remember me," he said, his voice hollow.

"But I remember how he makes me feel," I said, tears welling in my eyes. "And right now, that's enough."

Without another word, Kim Seon Yung turned and walked out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. I stood there, my heart aching for the friend I had pushed away and the man I had hurt.

Park Myung emerged from the bedroom, his eyes searching for mine.

"Is he gone?" he asked, his voice tight.

I nodded, my throat thick with unshed tears. "Yes," I whispered.

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to me. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he murmured, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"It's not your fault," I said, my voice muffled against his chest. "I'm the one who forgot."

He kissed the top of my head. "It's not your fault either. We'll figure this out."

But as we stood there, the silence grew louder. The unspoken question hung in the air—what if I never fully remembered him? What if Kim Seon Yung was a part of my life that I couldn't forget?

Kim Seon Yung sat in the dimly lit coffee shop, the aroma of freshly ground beans and the murmur of distant conversations a comforting backdrop to his tumultuous thoughts. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall every few minutes. His heart was a tug-of-war between the fear of loss and the burning embers of jealousy that threatened to consume him.

The door swung open, and there she was, the object of his longing and frustration. Hikari's soft steps echoed through the room, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings before finally landing on him. The sight of her sent a jolt through his body, a mix of hope and pain. He knew he had to make this moment count, to somehow bridge the gap that her amnesia had created between them.

"Ice Americano," she called out to the barista, her voice a melody that danced in his ears. He watched her from a safe distance, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a hopeful smile. This was his chance, a chance to show her the depth of his feelings, to remind her of the love they once shared.

"Let's go," he said, approaching her with a newfound confidence. "Somewhere we can talk. Somewhere we can... remember."

Hikari looked at him quizzically, then nodded. She trusted him, even if she couldn't quite remember why. As they stepped outside into the cool evening air, the neon lights of the city reflecting in her eyes, she felt a flutter of excitement. Perhaps today would be the day her memories would come flooding back. Perhaps today, she would remember who she truly belonged to.

They walked side by side, the cacophony of the city streets giving way to the steady thrum of his motorcycle's engine. Hikari clung to him tightly, the wind whipping through her hair as they sped along the highway. The warmth of his body and the familiar vibrations beneath her brought a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time. But there was something else too, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Their destination was a place that held a thousand whispers of their past. A beach that had been the backdrop for countless moments of laughter and tears, a place where they had shared their first kiss under the stars. Kim Seon Yung's heart raced as he brought her there, each step closer to the shore a step closer to reclaiming what was rightfully his.

The moon cast a soft glow on the sand as they dismounted the bike, the gentle crash of waves a soothing soundtrack to their quiet conversation. He talked of their past, of moments she had forgotten but he had etched into his soul. Each word was a gentle prodding, a hopeful plea for her to recall the love that had once bound them so tightly.

But as the night grew late and the stars grew brighter, the shadow of Park Myung loomed larger in Kim Seon Yung's mind. He couldn't shake the fear that Hikari's doctor, the man who had been by her side during her darkest hours, had somehow claimed her heart while she was lost in the fog of her forgotten past. The thought filled him with a rage that was as cold and sharp as the wind that whipped off the sea.

As they sat on the beach, the echoes of their history surrounding them, Hikari's phone rang out, shattering the tranquility. She looked at the screen and gasped. "It's Park Myung," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

The tension in the air thickened, and Kim Seon Yung felt his control slipping. Without a word, he reached over and took the phone from her hand, his grip tight enough to make her wince. He had to protect her from the man who was trying to steal her away from him, even if that meant playing the villain in their tragic love story.

With a flick of his thumb, the call ended. Hikari looked at him, confusion and a hint of anger in her eyes. "Why did you do that?" she demanded.

"Because," he said, his voice low and determined, "I know you better than he ever will. And I won't let him use your amnesia to get what he wants."

The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of his words settling between them like a thick fog. Hikari stared at him, the phone forgotten in her hand, her thoughts racing like the waves that kissed the shore. "You love me?" she whispered, the doubt in her voice a knife to his soul.

Kim Seon Yung took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "More than you know, Hikari." The wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of the sea, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume that still lingered on him from their last encounter. He reached for her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Come with me," he urged, his voice filled with hope.

They rode through the quiet streets of Busan, the city lights casting long shadows that danced alongside them. The journey was a silent one, each lost in their own thoughts, the connection between them palpable despite the barrier of her missing memories. The destination was a place that held a thousand whispers of their past, a beach where their love story had begun.

As they approached the beach, the roar of the waves grew louder, a testament to the tumultuous emotions churning within them. The sand was cool beneath their feet as they dismounted the bike. The moon hung low in the sky, a silver disc casting a soft glow over the shoreline. It was here that Kim Seon Yung decided to lay bare his soul, to show her the depth of his love and the pain of her amnesia.

He led her to a spot where they had once shared their first kiss, the exact spot where the universe had aligned to bring them together. He talked of their past, of moments she had forgotten but were as clear as day to him. Each word was a gentle prodding, a hopeful plea for her to remember the love they had shared. But the mention of Park Myung's name was like a storm cloud on the horizon, threatening to ruin everything.

The wind grew colder, the waves more insistent, as he recounted the moments they had spent together. He watched her face closely, looking for any flicker of recognition, any sign that she felt the same. But her expression remained a mask, a canvas painted with confusion and a hint of sadness.

The ring of her phone pierced the quietude, a jarring reminder of the present. "Bae," she murmured, her grip on his hand loosening slightly.

Without a second thought, Kim Seon Yung snatched the device away, his anger flaring. "No," he said firmly, his voice laced with determination. "Not now." He ended the call with a flick of his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know you better than he does," he said, his voice low and steady. "And I love you more."

Hikari stared at him, a mix of anger and bewilderment in her gaze. "What gives you the right?" she demanded.

"Because," he said, his grip tightening on the phone, "I won't let him use your amnesia to come between us." The wind howled around them, echoing his words, as he waited for her response. The tension was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and a love that neither could fully grasp.

Hikari's eyes searched his, looking for the answers she so desperately sought. The doubt in her gaze was slowly being replaced by something else, something that made Kim Seon Yung's heart swell with hope. "I'll always be here for you," he whispered. "Even if you don't remember me, I'll never forget you."

The moment hung suspended in time, the waves crashing against the shore a mournful lullaby to their silent dance of emotions. Then, with a soft sigh, Hikari leaned into him, her forehead resting against his chest. It was a gesture of trust, of understanding that he was her anchor in the storm of her forgotten past.

And as the moon cast a path of light across the water, Kim Seon Yung wrapped his arms around her, the warmth of their bodies a stark contrast to the chilly air. He knew this was only the beginning of a long and treacherous journey, but he was determined to fight for her, to help her remember the love they once had, and to conquer the shadow that was Park Myung.

The night grew late, the stars above a silent witness to their struggle. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of her embrace and the sound of her laughter, faint whispers of a past he longed to rekindle. They arrived at the beach, the very spot where their love story had taken root. The moon's reflection on the water seemed to mirror the tumult in his heart, the ebb and flow of hope and doubt.

With each step closer to the shore, Kim Seon Yung felt the weight of his words press down upon him. He had to convince her, to show her that their love was worth fighting for. They sat on the sand, the waves playing a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo their hearts' longing. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, his voice a gentle breeze in the night.

"Remember this place, Hikari?" He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "This is where we shared our first kiss."

Hikari looked around, her eyes searching for a spark, a glimmer of recognition. "It's...beautiful," she murmured, but the memory remained elusive.

"And here," he said, pointing to a nearby rock, "this is where you used to sit and watch the sunset."

Her eyes widened slightly, the image of her younger self etched against the fiery backdrop of the setting sun. "I... I can almost see it," she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort of recall.

The moments stretched out like the shoreline before them, filled with the ghosts of a love lost to the tides of time. Kim Seon Yung watched her, his heart aching with every flicker of recognition that washed over her features. But it was when she spoke again that his hope grew stronger.

The moment hung suspended in time, the waves crashing against the shore a mournful lullaby to their silent dance of emotions. Then, with a soft sigh, Hikari leaned into him, her forehead resting against his chest. It was a gesture of trust, of understanding that he was her anchor in the storm of her forgotten past.

And as the moon cast a path of light across the water, Kim Seon Yung wrapped his arms around her, the warmth of their bodies a stark contrast to the chilly air. He knew this was only the beginning of a long and treacherous journey, but he was determined to fight for her, to help her remember the love they once had, and to conquer the shadow that was Park Myung.

The night grew late, the stars above a silent witness to their struggle. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of her embrace and the sound of her laughter, faint whispers of a past he longed to rekindle. They arrived at the beach, the very spot where their love story had taken root. The moon's reflection on the water seemed to mirror the tumult in his heart, the ebb and flow of hope and doubt.

With each step closer to the shore, Kim Seon Yung felt the weight of his words press down upon him. He had to convince her, to show her that their love was worth fighting for. They sat on the sand, the waves playing a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo their hearts' longing. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, his voice a gentle breeze in the night.

"Remember this place, Hikari?" He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "This is where we shared our first kiss."

Hikari looked around, her eyes searching for a spark, a glimmer of recognition. "It's...beautiful," she murmured, but the memory remained elusive.

"And here," he said, pointing to a nearby rock, "this is where you used to sit and watch the sunset."

Her eyes widened slightly, the image of her younger self etched against the fiery backdrop of the setting sun. "I... I can almost see it," she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort of recall.

The moments stretched out like the shoreline before them, filled with the ghosts of a love lost to the tides of time. Kim Seon Yung watched her, his heart aching with every flicker of recognition that washed over her features. But it was when she spoke again that his hope grew stronger.

"Tell me more, Kim Seon Yung," she begged, her eyes searching his. "Tell me everything."

And so he did, sharing stories of their shared past, of their love that had grown stronger with each passing day. Yet, as he spoke, the shadow of Park Myung grew more pronounced in the back of his mind. He knew the doctor was out there, waiting, ready to pounce on any semblance of weakness.

"You know," Hikari said, breaking the silence, "I feel... safe with you. Like you're a part of me that I can't remember."

He took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin, the beat of her pulse beneath his thumb. "I'm not going anywhere, Hikari," he assured her. "I'll be here, fighting for you, for us, every step of the way."

But even as the words left his mouth, his thoughts drifted to the harsh reality of their situation. He couldn't ignore the fear that Park Myung's influence over her was growing stronger. The doctor had been there when she was at her most vulnerable, had filled the void that her amnesia had left behind. And now, as she began to remember, that bond was threatening to break.

The wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of salt and the bitter taste of doubt. Kim Seon Yung knew he had to act, to somehow cut through the ties that bound her to the man who had claimed her in her time of need. The urge to protect her from the pain of the truth warred with his desire to win her back.

"I won't let him," he murmured, more to himself than to Hikari. "I won't let him take what's mine."

Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, he saw a flicker of understanding in her gaze. It was as if she knew what he was thinking, and knew the turmoil that raged within him. And then, as if driven by an unseen force, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his.

The kiss was soft, tentative, a question and an answer rolled into one. It was a promise of what could be, a bridge over the chasm of her forgotten past. And as they pulled away, the wind died down, the waves calming in their wake. For that one moment, it was as if the universe had aligned in their favor.

But the ringing of Hikari's phone shattered the serenity of their shared memories. She looked at the screen, and the name "Park Myung" glared at him like a taunting specter. His heart plummeted, and anger coiled in his chest. He couldn't stand the thought of her speaking to the man who had taken her from him.

"Don't answer it," he murmured, his voice thick with the fear of losing her again.

"I have to," she replied, the sadness in her eyes a silent apology.

He watched her, his grip on her phone tightening until she gently pried it from his hand. "I'll be right here," he assured her, his voice barely a whisper.

Hikari took the call, her voice tentative. "I'm okay," she said, the words a dull echo of the vibrant conversations they once shared. "I'm just... with a friend."

Kim Seon Yung felt the rage build within him, a volcano threatening to erupt at the mention of the doctor's name. But he held back, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. He knew he couldn't let his emotions control him, not now, not when she was so close to remembering.

After she hung up, the silence was deafening. He took a deep breath, willing the anger to subside. "We should go," he said, his voice tight. "Let's not let anyone ruin this night."

They rode back to the city, the wind carrying the scent of the sea with them. Each streetlight they passed cast a flicker of doubt across his face. He knew that as long as Park Myung was in her life, their love was at risk. But he also knew that forcing her to choose between them would only push her further away.

As they pulled up to her apartment, he cut the engine, the quiet a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. "Hikari," he began, his voice heavy with unspoken words. "I know you don't remember me the way I remember you, but I can't just sit back and watch him use your amnesia to get closer to you."

Her eyes searched his, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he saw a flicker of understanding. "Kim Seon Yung," she said softly, "I don't know what happened between us, but I trust you."

The words were a balm to his bruised ego, a spark of hope in the darkness. He helped her off the bike, his hands lingering on her waist longer than necessary. "I won't let him take what's ours," he murmured, the promise a vow etched in steel.

"What's ours?" she echoed, a hint of confusion in her voice.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You, Hikari. You are mine. "I won't let him take you away from me."

The confession hung in the air, a declaration of war against the man who had claimed her in her time of need. He watched as she digested his words, the emotions playing out on her face like a silent film. Then, without a word, she turned and walked into the building, leaving him with the echo of her footsteps and the bitter taste of jealousy.

As the door closed behind her, Kim Seon Yung felt the weight of his decision settle on his shoulders. He had to find a way to make her remember, to make her love him again before it was too late. He revved the engine of his motorcycle, the roar a silent scream into the night. The battle lines were drawn, and he was ready to fight for the woman who owned his heart.

Meanwhile, in the sterile confines of Hikari's apartment, Park Myung's eyes burned with a green-eyed monster he hadn't felt in a long time. He had been her rock, her savior when she had been lost to the world. And now, this...this stranger was trying to claim her, to take her away from him. He clenched his fists, the urge to march over to her apartment and confront Kim Seon Yung almost overwhelming.

But he knew better. He was a doctor, a man of science, not a man of fists. Instead, he turned his anger into action. He would double his efforts in helping Hikari regain her memories. He would be there for her every step of the way, ensuring that she knew he was the one she could rely on, the one who truly cared for her.