Mingi's pov

I bit my lip and stepped away from Hongjoong, listening to him and his words. I turned away, grabbed my coffee, and walked out of the cafe doors.

  I was the reason the cafe even opened up; Hongjoong loved coffee and since his injury with me I knew he'd find work in one. I pay the cafe's bills and let Yeosang's business schedule stay clear so he can work at the cafe with hongjoong.

  Yeosang even has to babysit our kid- this is absurd.

  I want my lover back, Seonghwa.

  "Boss, how'd it go?" Yunho asked. He was the one in the cafe with me earlier.

   "Awful. He really doesn't remember me at all. He doesn't even remember Yeri! He believes he's her uncle or something and Yeosang, San and Wooyoung are her dads instead! Yunho, this isn't fair.. and Seonghwa! Hongjoong and Seonghwa are dating now- god I should just take Seonghwa out," I grumbled.

"Mingi, you know that'd kill hongjoong to lose his best friend. You saw how they were when together here; they were like brothers. I doubt that changed enough for their relationship to really last. You shouldn't have anything to worry about," Yunho said. I shook my head.

"I messed up my words like I usually did, but this time he didn't understand. This time he got mad at me and told me to leave him alone. Yunho, I love, him, how can I leave him alone?"

"You know he's a force, Min. You can't just go at him guns blazing like he's a mission. You have to ease into it all again. Stay out of the coffee shop for a few days, then go back and order whatever that is," Yunho motioned towards the melting iced coffee in my hand.

"It's a s'mores coffee. He said they were good," I mumbled. Yunho smiled softly.

"Whipped," he muttered, patted my shoulder, and walked off.

Seonghwa's pov

I sat on the couch waiting for my boyfriend to come home. But by the end of our conversation, he may not even be my friend anymore.

He met Mingi, so it's only a matter of time now before someone tells him about the time he missed during his accident.

"Hwa, I'm home!" Hongjoong exclaimed from the doorway, keys jangling as he hung them up. He soon came walking through the rooms leading into the living room, then laid himself in my arms like it was a normal occurrence.

"Why do you look so tense? Should I move?" Hongjoong asked. I shook my head and pulled him closer.

"Joong, I have something to tell you, but you need to stay calm when I do. Can you please?" I asked. Hongjoong nodded against my chest, his ear resting above my heart.

"Do you remember when you woke up from your accident, and you couldn't remember anything but me?" I asked, toying with his hair. Hongjoong nodded.

"Mingi was in your life before the accident. So was Yeosang, San, Woo, Yeri and a few others you haven't "met" yet.

Mingi is the head of a mafia, and you were his lover, Hongjoong. Yeri is your baby you had with a surrogate mother under Mingi's mafia who you both trusted, but she passed away giving birth.

I'm sorry I hid everything from you, but it's time you know now that you're fully healed and I'm sure you won't pass out on me."

   "Hwa, that sounds too fake. A mafia? I have a kid? Please, what do you actually have to tell me?" Hongjoong snorted a laugh.

  "Joong, I'm not lying. You and Mingi loved each other, had a kid, and led a mafia together until you were kidnapped and almost killed by another gang. That's why you have a scar from a bullet in you; we weren't playing with guns, you were about to be friggen murdered until Mingi was able to save you."

"So I- I missed out on the important events of my daughter's life because you were scared I'd pass out due to memories coming back? And Mingi- he's the guy I loved and had Yeri with?" Hongjoong asked softly, tears soaking into my shirt.

"Yes."

"Let me go," hongjoong said, trying to stand up but my arms were around his waist. I dropped my arms and my tears as he rushed into his room.

Hongjoong's pov

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Yeosang.

"Yeosang, can we talk? Please?"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Seonghwa and I talked and.. is it true? The whole Mingi- mafia- lover thing and Yeri. Is Yeri my baby?"

"Yes, Joong, it's all true. Mingi is in a mafia, he was your lover, and Yeri is yours. Do you want me to bring her over?"

"I really, really do, but I don't think I can handle a two year old on top of this information being dropped right now. Thank you for taking care of her, Yeosang."

"Of course, Hongjoong. Let me know if you need anything else,"

"Do you have Mingi's number?"

"I do, I'll send it to you. I'm glad you're back, Joong. We've all missed you."

I sat myself down on my bed and cried softly for a bit. I missed out on actually seeing and being there for Yeri's first steps, her first meals, all her baby firsts, because Seonghwa thought I couldn't handle knowing I'm her dad?

"How did you get this number?" Mingi asked once I called him.

"Yeosang gave it to me. It's hongjoong."

"Hongjoong? What did you need my number for?"

"Mingi, please tell me the truth. What were we before my accident?"

"...we were dating, but I had plans to propose, especially with Yeri newly around."

"Why didn't any of you tell me this sooner? It's been two years since I woke up in the hospital."

"I didn't want to overwhelm you since you didn't remember anyone except Seonghwa."

"Didn't I deserve to know I had a lover and a daughter?"

"I'm sorry, angel, I really am. I thought I was doing something right by you by letting you go from the mafia- by letting you go from me."

"That should've been my decision."

"I know,"

"Do you know where Seonghwa's house is?"

"Yes, I do."

"Come get me, please. I'll pack a bag,"

"I'll be there soon, angel."

"Thank you."

I hung up the call and began packing a bag of clothes and my necessities.

"Are you leaving me? Are you breaking up with me?" Seonghwa asked quietly from the doorway. His cheeks were tear stained and rosy, making my chest ache. I hated seeing my best friend cry.

"I am. Mingi will be here in a bit," I responded. Seonghwa let out a soft sob before turning and trying to walk away.

"I'm not leaving you for good, Hwa. I'm just really upset that you hid my whole life from me. Please understand," I asked, catching his wrist. Seonghwa hugged me tightly and cried into my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," he sobbed. I sighed, knowing I couldn't stay mad at him. I hugged him and caressed his back as he cried.

"I'm not mad. You know I can't be mad at you, Hwa," I said. Seonghwa gave me a gentle squeeze in our hug before pulling away.

"Thank you," Seonghwa spoke before a knock sounded out from the front door.

"I'll go let him in; you can finish packing," Seonghwa offered, walking out.

I quickly continued to pack some clothes before hearing a chuckle.

"You still rush to pack," Mingi said. I glared at him and zipped my suitcase.

"Maybe, so what?" I said. Mingi held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Mhm, better be." I teased, wiping my cheeks dry. Mingi smiled softly and crossed the room to me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and put his head against mine.

"God, I've missed you, Angel," he muttered, kissing my temple. My cheeks darkened at his affection, but I didn't push him away. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I still don't remember anything from then, but I'm- I want to try again with you. If you were about to propose, and we even had Yeri, we must've been really in love, right?" I said, speaking against his shoulder.

"Yes, more than anything, Joong, I love you," Mingi confessed.

"You still love me after two years?" I asked softly.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not the same me I guess," I mumbled.

"Well then, I'll just have to fall for this Hongjoong as well, right?" Mingi said, smiling softly down at me. He gently caressed my cheek, making them flush rosy.

"I guess so," I said softly. Mingi kept his smile, pecked my forehead, and picked up my bags for me.

"Yunho and Jongho have both missed you, Joong," Mingi spoke once we were buckled into his car safely, per my request.

"Who?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yunho became my co-leader once you got injured, and Jongho is my informant. They both looked up to you," Mingi said.

"Maybe seeing them will stir something up in my mind..?" I mumbled quietly. Mingi smiled softly.

"I hope so, but if not, then don't stress, Angel. It'll be okay," Mingi said. I nodded and leaned my head back on the headrest.

"How far are we from your place?" I asked.

"Just a few more minutes; why? Are you tired?" Mingi asked.

"Yeah, I am. I cried too much," I said. I saw a smile make its way on his lips.

"Why are you smiling about that?"

"You're still just like my Angel. You haven't changed; just lost your memories," Mingi said.

"Why do you call me angel?" I asked softly.

"When we first met, you called me a devil, so it started with me teasing you for being so nice, until I, myself, became nicer. You turned this devil into something nicer, Hongjoong."

"Why'd I call you a devil? Did you try to hurt me?" I asked softly. Mingi shook his head.

"No, never, you just walked down the alleyway of a gone south meet up. I don't know what you saw in me that night, but you used to say you saw "misunderstood" as absurd as it is, in me, so you didn't run from me, I guess. You stayed by my side, and we fell for each other."

I laughed quietly, making Mingi turn to face me once he parked in a garage.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"That "misunderstood" line is what I said to Seonghwa after the club before going to the hospital," I snickered. Mingi smiled and rolled his eyes.

  "Well, I'm glad you saw it again, then. Let's head inside before Jongho barrels down the door," Mingi said, just before a broad man opened the garage door and my side door.

  "Joongie!" He exclaimed, kneeling down to wrap his arms around me.

  "Jongie," I breathed, my vision blurring and ears ringing as I wrapped my arms around him.

  "Joongie!" Jongho shouted kneeling down beside me. He wrapped his arms around me despite all of my blood pooling around me. He cradled me to his chest and kept me close.

"You remember me?" He asked quietly, his voice sharply cutting through the ringing.

"I think I remember the accident. You held me while I bled, didn't you?" I asked in return. I felt tears soak my shoulder, making me know my answer.

  "It's okay, Jongie. I'm here now," I muttered pulling the younger man closer. I turned my head to look at Mingi, who had a tearful smile on his face.

  "I'll try to remember everything," I said. Jongho separated himself from me and cleared his throat as he wiped his face.

  "I missed you, Hongjoong," Jongho said. I smiled and pinched his cheek.

  "I'm here now, so you don't have to any longer."

  A bit later, I was in Mingi's room. I sat down on the bed, then my head began to ache a bit.

  Memories of intimate scenarios with him I hadn't known we shared passed through my mind, making my cheeks flush red.

  "Here, I got you a shirt," Mingi spoke, handing me one of his shirts and snapping me out of my thoughts.

  "Here, I got you a shirt," Mingi spoke, handing me one of his shirts. He pecked my lips as I took it from his hands.

  "Thank you, baby," I smiled.

  "I called you baby?" I asked softly, a teasing smile on my lips. Mingi's cheeks flushed red.

  "Yeah, you did. You still can if you want to," Mingi stammered.

  "That's sweet, I think I might," I said. Mingi smiled softly as I finally took the shirt.

  "Close your eyes," I mumbled, my cheeks still dark. Mingi covered his eyes with his hands and turned away.

  "Good enough?"

  "Thanks," I said, quickly changing from my slacks and button down into his large t shirt.

  "Okay, I'm done," I said. Mingi turned back around and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

  "You're cute in my shirts."

  "You're cute in my shirts; maybe that's all you should wear," Mingi said, his lips making their way down my neck.

  "Are you okay? You look really flushed," Mingi asked, his fingers splayed on my cheeks to feel their heat.

  "I'm okay, you just keep triggering memories," I confessed. Mingi's eyes widened.

  "Memories of me?" He asked softly. I nodded.

  "Yes, but they're, uhm, all dirty," I confessed further. Mingi smiled and pecked my forehead.

  "I won't do anything without your permission, angel, remember that. If you don't like the forehead kisses I'll stop them as well," Mingi offered. I shook my head and wormed my way into his embrace.

  "I like the forehead kisses," I mumbled. I felt him peck my forehead again.

  "You're so cute," Mingi spoke against my forehead. He soon began to tug me towards the bed.

  "You can sleep here and I'll sleep somewhere else if you'd prefer that?" Mingi offered. I shook my head again.

  "I liked being in your arms," I told him. Mingi laid down and let me lay my head against his chest.

  "Sleep well, angel," he said.

  "Sleep well, baby," I said, my cheeks dark again. Mingi carded his fingers through my hair, lulling me to sleep.