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amnesia [trope — wooyoung]

inspired by: hi nanna — tollywood movie

word count: 2.7k

content: angst, smut, plane crashes, head injury, talks of ptsd, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap up irl!), completely consensual (sex)!

author's note: if you can, watch the movie this is based on! it's on netflix, and lowkey it is very cheesy and over the top in a way, but there were so many plot twists my brain exploded fr (also nani is an amazing actor okay i love him sm)

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“Baby, can’t you stay for one more day? Please?” you quietly asked your boyfriend as you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

The two of you were laying in bed— you had gotten ready for bed, but let’s be honest, you were definitely not planning on sleeping anytime soon.

“You know I would if this project wasn’t launching this week,” he sighed as he hugged you a little closer.

You frowned. You knew when your boyfriend took this promotion that he wouldn’t be home as often, and you both agreed to make the relationship work long distance, but you didn’t realize how hard it would be when it was time for him to leave.

“Hey, but once the project is over, they’ll be transferring me back here,” he continued softly.

“Really?” you shot up and looked at him eagerly, earning a cute smile from the man.

“Yes, baby. Really.”

“You better not be lying to me, Jung Wooyoung,” you warned.

“No, I’m serious. Three more weeks, and it’s over,” Wooyoung insisted.

You hugged him immediately, your lips crashing into his. Your heart was soaring just thinking about getting to live with your boyfriend peacefully again. Wooyoung smiled against your lips as he brought his arms around you and hugged you close, his hand petting your hair while the other one was securely around your waist.

The kisses deepened, and when Wooyoung slipped his tongue into your mouth, he moved you so that you were straddling him. His hands were on your waist when he moved you, so he was able to slip them under your shirt and tiptoe up along your waist until his fingers brushed your underboob. He knew that you didn’t wear a bra to bed, but he was still pleasantly surprised that he had one less thing to worry about.

His fingers ghosted over your nipples and teased you until your tits were hard. When he started tugging on them, you let out a little moan. You pushed against his chest and away from him, your face flushed as you looked at his half-lidded, lusty eyes. Quickly, you pulled off your top and grabbed the hem of Wooyoung’s impatiently, trying to get the man to strip down quickly.

The two of you were completely naked as Wooyoung leaned against the head board. He had his hands on your thighs, his fingers pressing into your skin occasionally as you continued to kiss him passionately. You could tell he desperately wanted to be inside you based on the way he was gripping your thighs. So, you moved up slightly, taking his cock into your hand as you held his neck with the other hand. You stroked him briefly then rubbed the tip of his penis against your folds, his cock twitching and throbbing in your grasp.

“Baby,” Wooyoung whispered hoarsely. “Stop teasing me.”

You responded by kissing him briefly then leaned back. You sat down slowly on his cock, the two of you stifling moans as you took your sweet time sitting down. Wooyoung’s hands moved from your thighs to your ass, and when he spread your ass cheeks, you immediately  fell into him, your chest rubbing against his.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Wooyoung chuckled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You feel so fucking good.”

You let out a slight mewl when he bit your earlobe, making him chuckle again. His head moved into the nook of your neck and left soft kisses along it as his hands pulled on your ass cheeks, willing you to start moving. Clinging to his shoulders, you moved your waist slowly, his cock sliding in and out of you. You started slow, but it was much too slow for Wooyoung’s liking. You felt him bite down on your neck the second he brought down your ass with insane force, the smack of your ass hitting his waist reverberating in your bedroom.

“Oh, God!” you cried as Wooyoung moved you faster, his waist starting to roll upwards, meeting yours halfway. “B-Baby— Angh!— S-So good!”

You felt your walls flutter when Wooyoung’s cock rubbed just right against your G-spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You bit your lower lip to keep from moaning loudly, only for Wooyoung’s thumb to untuck your lip.

“I want to hear you, baby. I want you to tell me how good I make you feel,” he told you, his voice slightly rumbling.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby!” you cried loudly. “I’m almost— I— Ah! I wanna c-cum!”

Wooyoung pulled out— more like lifted you— your legs trembling as you arousal squirted all over him. Your breathy moan faded into heavy pants, and before long, you were moaning all over again when he sat up and pinned you down on the bed, his cock swiftly re-entering you as he knelt between your legs and pushed your thighs up so that your knees were almost near your shoulders. He resumed his high pace, making stars fill your vision quickly despite having just cum.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” you sighed as you pushed your head back. “Fuck— Nngh— Right there!”

With a light smirk on his face, Wooyoung bent down, making your back bend further and his cock drill deeper into you. He reconnected his lips with your and kissed you sweetly as his waist ruthlessly slammed against yours. You heard little grunts and groans slip out from him when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, the pitch of them getting higher as his orgasm neared.

“Cum with me, baby,” Wooyoung uttered as his breathing hitched.

When Wooyoung thrust into you as hard as he could, you felt your thighs start to tremble again. White filled your vision as the two of you came together, the harmony of your moan and his groan echoing in the room. You felt the hot ropes of cum collect within you as he came inside, his cock twitching slightly as he pulled out and hovered above you.

“How do you feel?” he asked you softly, his hand caressing your face.

You merely responded with a nod and a smile, making the man smile back at you. He was going to get off the bed to get you water and start to clean the two of you up, but before he could move away, you reached for his cock and started stroking it, the man flinching and shivering as he felt your hand barely grasp and tug.

“We’re not done here,” you whispered to him as you continued to pump.

“Whatever you say, baby. I’m all yours tonight.”

“Baby, don’t cry,” Wooyoung said quietly. “I’ll see you soon, right?

You couldn’t help it— you always cried when Wooyoung left. Three more weeks, you had to keep telling yourself. You would see him again in three weeks.

Wooyoung cupped your face and dried your tears. He had a soft, reassuring smile on his face, making you feel only a tiny bit better. What really made you feel better was the gentle kiss he left you.

“I’ll miss you, baby,” he told you before heading into the airport.

“I’ll miss you, too,” you responded while waving him goodbye.

You thought it would be three weeks, but that certainly was not the case. Honestly, you really wished that he had made it back to where he needed to work, that he would work for three more weeks and then return to you for good, but that didn’t happen.

What happened was a huge mistake. It all happened so fast. Air traffic control cleared Wooyoung’s plane for take off while also clearing another commercial aircraft for landing. The flight had barely gotten 15,000 feet in the sky before the two plane made contact. You didn’t see the collision, but you heard it, and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. You hoped and prayed that it wasn’t your beloved’s flight, but it was.

He was taken to the hospital in your city immediately. Out of two flights of hundreds of civilians, he was the sole survivor, and doctors worked day and night to make sure he would survive for certain.

The doctors put Wooyoung in a medically induced coma to fix all of the damage that air accident caused. He had so many broken bones, so much internal bleeding, and burn wounds all over his body since the flights had burst into flames upon crashing to the ground. It seemed hopeless, but you never gave up hope— you refused to give up hope.

You could barely sleep, you could barely eat. You stayed at the hospital day and night, refusing to go home until you knew that the love of your life was safe. The doctors had to come and reassure you multiple times that his condition was stable, that you could go home and visit in the morning, that you should sleep in a proper bed before you start to endure your own health problems. It was only when they allowed you in his room did you stop sleeping in the hospital.

Wooyoung looked… He did not look like himself laying in that bed. His face was covered with bandages and scars that doctors said would go away after some time, but he looked like he had gone to hell and back. To be fair, though, going through a horrible accident like that was like going to hell and back. Still, seeing him motionless and unresponsive in the hospital bed was sometimes too much for your heart, but you refused to leave his side even when your heart was bawling for him.

It was late at night when Wooyoung came to. You had decided to spend the night at the hospital that night he came to, so you were asleep in the arm chair in his room. Wooyoung’s eyes lingered on you as he sat up, but his eyes were bleak, dull, devoid of all emotion.

He remained sitting in the hospital bed as he turned to look out the window. It was raining that night, and he just stared at the water droplets collecting on the glass. He did have one emotion, actually, and that was confusion. He didn’t know where he was, what was going on, why he was there, and who the person in the room with him was. The only thing he knew was that he didn’t want to be there.

Wooyoung tried to get up, but his body was in so much pain that he couldn’t put any pressure on his arms— it was a miracle he was able to sit up without pain.

The sound of Wooyoung hissing in pain woke you up. You stirred and barely blinked the sleep out of your eyes when you saw him sitting up, your entire body immediately waking up. You covered your mouth and started sobbing, relief washing over you from head to toe. You shot out of the chair and knelt by his side as you reached for his hand.

“Oh my God, baby, you’re awake! You have no idea how—”

“Who are you?”

You froze. Your blood ran cold, and your heart nearly sank into your stomach.

What?

“I… Um,” you cleared your throat. “I’m your girlfriend, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung blinked in surprise. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to place you.

“…Who?”

“Y/N,” your voice trembled. “Your— Your girlfriend…”

“That’s… Not possible…” Wooyoung whispered.

You were about to start crying all over again, this time for a different reason. You got up and immediately ran to get the doctors. As the doctors checked his condition, you stood outside the room and waited, your mind swirling, your heart racing.

“Who are you?”

“Y/N?” a doctor snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“From what we can tell, Wooyoung seems to be experiencing some amnesia,” they explained. “The accident must’ve been so traumatic that it made him forget the plane crash and why he was on that plane in the first place.”

“So… He doesn’t remember me?”

“Unfortunately, that’s what it seems like. He can remember everything he did in the days leading to the accident, but nothing else. It’s… It’s like you never existed to him.”

Tears streamed down your face. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs, but there was no way in hell you were going to be able to control your tears, especially not after hearing that the only man you ever loved didn’t remember you at all.

“And… Um… This is probably going to hurt more,” the doctor continued awkwardly. “But, we recommend you… You shouldn’t interact with him.”

“Why?!” you were hysterical at that point.

“If he recollects you and the accident, then he’ll definitely suffer… Most likely, he’ll develop PTSD… And right now, since his mind is wiped clean of the event, we think it’d be better for him to remain that way…”

Part of you wanted to choke the doctor— yeah, it did fucking hurt to hear that you should stay away from the love of your life for the rest of your life. But you didn’t want Wooyoung to be unhappy. You didn’t want to think about him having survivors guilt, him remembering what it was like for that flight to collide and go down, him suffering nightmares because of everything. If the price of keeping him happy and ignorant was you, you were going to do it. Anything for Wooyoung.

Anything for the one true love of your life.

You never really moved on. You managed to focus on yourself and live your own life, but you were never able to fall in love ever again. It had been years, but you still could only think about Wooyoung.

You usually liked to go to a café to work since you were allowed to work wherever you wanted— remote jobs are truly the best— and you always chose this one particular place near your apartment because it was quaint, it was cozy, and best of all, it was usually empty whenever you wanted to sit and work.

Which meant you were able to see every single person that entered the shop, which meant that you got a perfectly clear shot of Wooyoung sauntering through the door.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes. Even though it had been years, and even after all of the surgery and the scars and burns, Wooyoung looked the same. He looked just as happy, just as beautiful, just as… Just as he did before the accident.

You desperately tried to focus on your work. You hid behind your computer and stared at the screen until your eyes dried up for the most part. But, all of that was futile, because as soon as you thought you had recovered, someone sat across from you— Wooyoung sat across from you.

“Hi,” he started— God, it had been so long since you heard his voice, you were ready to start fully sobbing. “You look like you could use a friend, or at least a shoulder to cry on.”

“I— I’m perfectly fine,” you managed out after barely clearing your throat.

“Are you sure? I promise I’m a good listener.”

“I’m sure.”

It fucking sucked to be so curt with him, but you needed to get away from him. So, you packed up your bag and got up, the man’s eyes following your movement with slight sadness.

“Well…” he said softly. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll get better.”

No, it wouldn’t. But he didn’t need to know that. You responded with a small nod and quickly made your way to the entrance, only for you to nearly collide with another woman. You muttered an apology and had one foot out the door when you heard it.

“Baby!”

You looked over your shoulder to see the woman run to Wooyoung and jump into his arms, Wooyoung hugging her tightly, happily. You could barely watch as you saw him kiss her gently, the same way he had you before he got on that fucking flight.

Numb, you left the shop. You walked all the way home in a daze, your face completely flat until you got into your apartment where you collapsed to the ground and started fully sobbing. You wailed and tried to drown out the sound of Wooyoung’s voice that lingered in your head, your heart.

“I’ll miss you, baby.”

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