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Seungsik frantically searched his drawer. The note he was holding read -- "First , don’t be panic. You are Kang Seungsik, you have a special disease where you can’t remember things that had happened yesterday. You have a diary where you write everything that happened everyday, it’s in the second drawer of your study table. Read it and stay calm. In case of emergency, call this number Chan- 010xxxxxxx. And remember to stick this note back on your bedside table lamp" – Seungsik.
“God where is it.” He was panicking, closed to crying - his sweat dripping from his forehead, unable to stay calm at all. His study table was a mess, books and stationaries everywhere, some lying on the floor. He looked in his entire room, only to found no diaries.
“Seungwoo-hyung!!” Sejun called, his hands holding a tray of freshly baked croissants. The smell of pastries and fresh bakes filled the entire bakery – Wooya’s Bakes and Cakes.
“What is that thing you’re holding? A book?” Sejun raised his eyebrows, interested.
“Looks like a diary or a journal I’m not sure. Found it under the table at the front.” Seungwoo examined the book which looks like a diary to him, carefully. It was thick, leather-covered, and it had an attached leather rope.
“Oh oh look, there’s a name and a phone number! Must be the owner’s. Shouldn’t you call and ask, hyung?” Sejun suddenly said, his voice a little bit high pitched than usual.
Seungwoo nodded, he did saw the name and phone number when he examined the diary earlier, “Right, let’s do that.”
The door to Seungsik’s room swung opened. “Sik-ah! Sik-ah where are you?” A black haired man Seungsik assumed was Chan came running for him. This Chan pulled him in for a hug, then cupped his face, examined his body for any irregularities, looked at him with worried eyes, and said “Bro I was so worried. You rarely called me in the morning and if you did it really is an emergency case.” Chan said still panting. He must had run all the way here, Seungsik thought.
“You must be Chan. Are we really close? Do you know what happened to me?” Seungsik asked, still dazed but able to stay calm this time since he’s no longer alone.
Instead of answering, Chan pulled him to the nearest sofa, gently guiding him to sit down and asked “Wait did you really lost your diary?” He bit his lower lips and continued saying “This happened once few months back. Let’s just wait for a while since we put your phone number there in case you lost it again.”
“Oh..” was the only thing Seungsik able to say.
Chan smiled a reassuring smile and said, “I’m your best friend, well we just became best friends after you called me a year back crying and confused who you really are. Apparently you woke up that morning with no memories at all, and I happened to be the first one in your recent contact list, so you called me. We’ve been best friends since and I’m the only one who knew about your disease, well your secret.” His eyes were giving a sincere and caring look.
“Have I ever tried going to the hospital?” Seungsik asked, paying close attention to Chan’s every words.
“We did, but nothing is wrong with you scientifically.. no one knows why this happened or how to cure it yet..” Chan answered him, choosing words carefully as he himself too not sure of what was happening.
He looked at Chan, somewhat understand his explanation and nodded. He was at loss, yes, just an hour ago he was terrified, frightened, afraid of everything but at least now he calmed down. He felt safe with his best friend.
“You wrote everything in that diary, everything that happened every day. All the things you do, all the people you’ve met, your feelings, everything, it’s all in that diary. You’ve been using it for nearly a year..” Chan trailed off. He grabbed Seungsik’s hand, his gentle eyes beaming with sincerity, telling him that everything will be okay and they’ll find that diary. “I may not know how you feel everyday, and I can never imagine myself at your place, but one thing I can tell you, you’re handling this really, really well. I was at your side watching everything and I can say that although you forget everything, you are still the same Kang Seungsik I knew, the kind, honest and comforting Seungsik.”
Seungsik smiled for the first time that day. He was so thankful for having Chan by his side, sharing this secret with him, Chan helping him with everything and came running for him early in the morning with such worried look on his face.
“Oh your phone rang!” Chan jumped off the sofa at the familiar ringtone of Seungsik’s phone, quickly ran to where the phone was located, and answered it immediately.
“Someone found your diary!!” Chan shouted a little over too loud, too excited, his eyes went into a shape of a crescent moon, “Sik-ah someone found your diary!!”
Seungsik smiled a bitter smile, "Let's go find my lost memories."