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Notes: Okay, so I started to write this fic a few months back. I swore to myself that I won't upload this fic unless I finish it.

And yes. I actually didn't manage to finish it. Sorry about that. I just can't help it. I couldn't just let go of the ideas that kept entering my mind.

As the summary stated, Yi Jung has amnesia here. I don't know a lot about amnesia but let's just say that in here, Yi Jung still haven't gotten his memories back because there's nothing in his surroundings that could remind him of his past. (explained in later chapters) So there. :D

I would be updating chapters every week so I could see more feedbacks along the way. :D

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"No!

"Sorry, there's nothing we could do."

"Have you really looked? Please!"

"It's been a year. He's gone."

"No… NO!"

~3

Yi Jung was soaking wet. Who wouldn't be at this kind of weather? It was raining cats and dogs. But he didn't care. He remained standing in front of her house—the house of the girl he loves.

It's been thirty minutes but he wasn't going to leave there until she comes out. That's what he said so that's what he's going to do. He's going to wait.

The roses in his hands was, of course, soaking wet too. Pure white petals were slowly losing its hold. One by one, they gradually fall to the ground. But he doesn't care either.

He only cares that his soulmate, the love of his life, his girlfriend, his everything, was mad at him. Real bad. Because he messed up so much. He hadn't meant all of those words he said. His anger got the better of him so he let out his frustration at her. And he knew she wasn't going to forgive him that easily.

It's been a month since that incident and his angel doesn't let their fight last that long. He's not even sure if they're still in a relationship.

Yi Jung doesn't want to lose her. Never. He would die first before he loses her. That's for sure. He's not going to give this up.

So that's why he's there, soaking wet and feeling cold.

"Please come out…" He whispered even though he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him. She was somewhere inside the house and he didn't know if she's even looking outside…

But it seems like the heavens heard him because as soon as the words came out, he heard the squeaking of the gate and there he saw her in her yellow raincoat and holding a pink umbrella.

"Sunbae!" He lifted his head up as she called him. He smiled weakly and held out the roses in front of him, half the petals are now on the concrete ground. "You're an idiot, sunbae! Why do you have to wait here in this weather?" He saw her run towards him with the splish splash of water for every step she took.

"I'm sorry! I hadn't meant any of it!" He shouted as she finally came near him. But he couldn't see her face. It was too dark.

"You're going to get sick sunbae!"

"I don't care as long as you forgive me!"

"Don't be so stubborn sunbae!"

"I love you!" He shouted and there was silence. Yi Jung wondered if she was considering his apology.

She took a few more steps forward. Splish. Splash. Splish. Splash.

He was going to see her face. Just a few more steps…

Yi Jung woke. He snapped his eyes open, cold sweat forming on his forehead. He stared at the ceiling, ignoring the headache he's having. He had that dream again. That same dream he had two months ago. But now, it was getting clearer. She was getting nearer. He was going to see her face… But why did he just have wake up?

"Who are you?" He murmured into the wind. And then he hears that melodic laugh…again.

Every time he had that dream, his heart would always beat faster than normal and his head would be pounding like mad. He couldn't explain this feeling he's having. He feels like that dream was important, like it largely has something to do with his life.

Despite that headache he always has when he sees that dream, he always anticipates it. Call him crazy but he thinks it's worth it. His instincts told him that. There was something in it… something or someone so important.

He groaned. He hated this. He knew why he couldn't remember. He has amnesia. It's been years. As those years passed, he has gotten used to the fact that he forgot all about his past, all of it. But it doesn't necessarily mean that he couldn't hate it every time he realizes that something's largely missing.

He lost half of his life. That's for sure. And it frustrated him immensely because he knew that he wouldn't remember. He wouldn't because he knew that where he was, isn't his real home. He didn't grow up in Japan. He was positive.

He only knows the basic things about his life.

His name, So Yi Jung,

His age, 29,

His birthday, February 21.

His birth place, South Korea.

And there was this absolute feeling that his love for pottery also has something to do with his past life.

And that was it. He knew about those things because the Takeuchi family, the people who were so kind enough to take him in, saw his ID from his wallet and told him. The only possessions that were recovered from the earthquake were his wallet and the ring he was wearing on his finger at the time. A ring that greatly looks like a wedding ring (which he kept as a pendant around his neck now). Could he be married? That, he didn't know.

The earthquake five years ago. The reason for this huge change in his life.

It's not like he doesn't like it here. In fact, he was grateful on how the Takeuchi family treated him. Mae Takeuchi, the loving wife of Yukito Takeuchi and mother of Yuuki Takeuchi, is like a real mother to him. She was the one who took care of him after the earthquake happened.

Yukito is not different from her. While he healed from his wounds, he doesn't let him do anything. When he sees Yi Jung trying to carry things to help them, he would always take it and let him lie down again.

And Yuuki, thank heavens that she was about his age, always talk to him. She keeps him company every time he feels lonely. She was a good listener and she gives him good advices. It's like she's a best friend he thinks he never had.

All in all, those five years of staying with the Takeuchi family was wonderful. He managed to cope up with his amnesia because of them. He managed to start a new life.

But still…

He can't help but feel that there was something missing, that he needs to find his lost life for him to really get to settle down and move on. Especially now that the dreams he's having affects his body and mind so much.

"Oh, Yi Jung. You're awake." Yuuki's voice broke his train of thoughts. He quickly sat up and looked at her curiously.

"What's up?" He asked in fluent Japanese. He didn't have a hard time speaking Japanese when he woke up from that accident. It was like the past him could really speak it. He could even read Japanese. And what amazed him the most is that he found out he could speak fluent English and French without trouble too.

So the Takeuchi family assumed that he was rich, given that and the fact that his old wallet was full of money and credit cards. He didn't believe that though. If he was rich, someone would be able to find him here, right? Or maybe he doesn't have any friends or family or something. That's what bothered him the most all these years. How come no one looked for him?

"Breakfast is ready." Yuuki said in that same old bubbly tone of hers. "And Yi Jung, I think Papa wants you to finish it quickly and help him fishing. There are a lot of orders from the market so he thinks you two better start early."

The Takeuchi lived in a small fishing village far away from the city. It was quite peaceful and quiet there that Yi Jung didn't find it hard to love the place.

"Of course." Yi Jung nodded and smiled at her. He stood up. He turned to his blankets and began to fold it. Yuuki was immediately at his side, helping him. It was always like that every morning and he has gotten used to it. "So what about you? What are you going to do today?"

"Work. It's Saturday so maybe it would be busy at the restaurant today." Yuuki informed him.

Yi Jung nodded as he stacked the blankets and pillows on the corner of his room. He walked out of the room as Yuuki followed suit.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Yi Jung stopped almost immediately and turned back to look at her. "Your sensei told me to tell you that the pot you made last week is ready for painting."

Yi Jung's eyes brightened. Finally, he was going to go paint that pot he designed with autumn leaves. "That's great!"

"Why autumn leaves though, Yi Jung?" Yuuki asked quietly and Yi Jung knew that she was wondering if he remembered something about his past life. He had been telling her his dreams and Yuuki continuously told him that she thinks that the scene happened to him in the past, that it may be one great step for him to remember.

"I…" He began, thoughtful. Truthfully, he didn't really know why he wanted to carve autumn leaves. Maybe he just felt like it? "I don't really know."

As he turned to look away from her, he took a glance outside the window, the sun's rays giving the seawater a glittering gaze.

He sighed.

Another day of his present life.

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End notes: Some of you might be wondering why the Takeuchi family doesn't know who the famous So Yi Jung is. The Takeuchi family live in a small fishing village in Japan. (I got the idea from Hana Yori Dango) and I would like to think that since Yi Jung came from Korea, and not really that famous in Japan unless it's in the business industry (that is more of in Tokyo), and being in a small village far away from the city, the Takeuchi family certainly have no idea unto who he really is.

For clarifications, just leave me a review. Don't hesitate to ask some questions. :D