The Lounge on Blithe street was humming with life. All the local elites could be found sipping their martinis while enjoying the soothing sound of the pianist.

They say the way his fingers caressed the keys was like magic. The women would lean against the grand piano hoping to catch the attention of the man that played so beautifully. He never paid them any mind. It was as if the only things in the room that deserved his attention were the ivory keys he gently stroked.

Bringing to life the melody that resonated in Jin's mind. It had been three days since he visited Dr. Min's office. He spent so many hours scouring over every bit of information the man had given him.

Jin found himself staying up late into the early morning, writing everything he could remember from when he was in a coma. After reading through the dry material. All the studies and tests that Dr. Min had highlighted.

What he didn't quite understand was how it all would help. Until he heard the man play tonight. Nothing in this reality made sense. Not the people. The very air he breathed in felt stagnant.

The song Dr. Min played now or should he say Suga played. Tugged at his memory of the night that he had proposed to Y/N.

She was breathtaking in her golden yellow dress that hugged her hips and thighs so well. Jin couldn't take his eyes off her. He even found that he wasn't the only man staring her down. 

Jin remembered the way Namjoon had looked at Y/N. Except then, he didn't stand a chance with her. He was only there for support of his best friend and a photographer to capture the endearing moment. Not the thief that lurks now in this reality he has woken up in.

"Indigestion handsome?" The petite server asked, setting down a glass of water. Jin didn't realize that he had been clenching his fists with a pained expression when she walked up.

"Uh, no— I'm fine." He cleared his throat, tucking his hands beneath the crimson clothed table. The server smiled meekly.

"Well... whatever is troubling you, I hope the soothing tones and drinks ease your pain."

"Thank you, truly I'm fine." Why he felt he needed to lie to the pretty server was beyond him.

"Jin!" A familiar voice called to him, just as they fell into the booth. Namjoon had already been deep into his shot glasses.

"Thissss placceee is bangin!" Namjoon yelled, the server smiled at his enthusiastic comment. Then looked at Jin.

"What can I get you to drink, darlin?"

Judging by the state of Namjoon the water in front of him would suffice.

"I'm fine with the water. Thank you."

"Of course. If you change your mi—"

"—notherrr shot of jack for meeeee!" Namjoon slurred his words as he rudely asked for another drink that he didn't need.

"Joon, don't you think you've had enough?"

Namjoon's head bobbled as he tried to focus on Jin.

"Siiit still ssssooo I can talk to you."

Jin rolled his eyes, taking a sip of water as he scanned the room. Suga continued to bless everyone's ears with his exquisite melodies. Jin watched the man sway with each strike to the keys. How he got lost in the notes. Taking him away into a beautiful daydream.

Memories of that night flashed before his eyes once more. The four of them sitting at this very table. Namjoon beside Jin, while Carly and Y/N sat across from them. Y/N was radiant in the iridescent lighting. Her hair pinned back with a silver bird clip. The little jewel in its breast shimmering when the light hit just right.

All the details were there. Each beautiful second of that night etched clear as day.

He remembered waiting patiently for the song they had come to love hearing Suga play. When the first note was struck. Jin stood up from the table, his heart racing. The way Y/N's bright eyes grew wide as he dropped to one knee beside the table. How she gasped when he took her small  hand in his larger one.

Jin remembered the very words he spoke to her.

"Beautiful Enchanting Y/N, my heart beats only for you from the first time I saw you. I am yours forever if you'll have me."

A small sob broke from her chest as she wrapped her arms around Jin's neck. It was a beautiful moment. Lost to him.

For everyone here had no recollection of it. Nor did she.

The last note played, bringing Jin back to a babbling incoherent Namjoon.

"Fizzle bit wheat..z luck dragon."

Jin raised a brow at his friend. Namjoon slumped against the wall, continuing his lecture of nonsense.

"Cardigan sweet beans... Arugula!!" He cried out the last word as if it had great meaning.

"Namjoon, you're drunk."

"Footless Wiggins me."

"Looks like your friend had a bit too much." Dr. Min observed, holding a brandy in his hand. He took a sip of the burning liquid.

"Ahh... that's good."

Namjoon growled, lazily lifting his arm like he wanted to fight. Dr. Min smirked at the drunk man.

"You play just as you did in my coma" Jin whispered. Dr. Min tilted his head in wonder.

"Is that so?"

Jin nodded, moving over so the guy could sit.

"Have you thought about taking on the tests?" Dr. Min asked, nursing his beverage.

"I was skeptical until I heard you play."

"I see."

"The last song in particular has great meaning to me." Jin looked at the man beside him.

"I proposed to that song."

"Interesting..."

Namjoon fell deeper into the booth, followed by subtle snoring. He'd be out for the remainder of the evening. At least this time Jin wouldn't let him drive.

"Sometimes music is the key to our memories. Whether they be happy ones or solemn ones."

"Dr. Mi—"

"Please, Call me Yoongi." Dr. Min cut him off briefly.

"Uh, okay... why do these memories exist if they aren't real?"

"Because they do exist." Yoongi replied matter of factly.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because tonight is the first time I played the song you proposed to. It's the first time I've ever played it in public."

Jin stared at Yoongi in disbelief.

"Jin, I want to help you." Yoongi swigged the last drop of his drink. "Better yet, I know I can help you."

The sincerity in the man's tone made the decision for Jin.

"Okay."

"Here is my direct line. Call my receptionist in the morning and schedule an appointment. We'll get started then." He paused for a second.

"Can I ask you something?"

" I feel like you are going to ask a lot of questions."

Yoongi nodded, "Yes... so can I?"

"Whatcha got doc?"

"When you sleep, do you dream or is it blank?"

Jin knitted his brows. That's the second time he asked him that question. Which Jin didn't have an answer to.

"I—I don't know."

Yoongi scratched his head, pursing his lips slightly.

"I see... Well when you find out, please let me know."

"Uh— sure."

"Thanks, with that enjoy the rest of your evening." Yoongi slid from the booth making his way back to the ivory keys that beckoned him. Once again he began to play, this time a sad tune.

He was a strange man. However, Jin had a feeling he could help him.

Namjoon sat up suddenly.

"No!! That thistlewitt wasn't there piggy."

Jin laughed at his drunken best friend.

"Let's get you home, ya pabo."

Getting Namjoon to the car was a task in itself. One of the bouncers helped get the tall man into the vehicle.

"Thanks, Roy."  Jin spoke to the guy with the skin tight shirt as if he were an old friend. Which to Jin he was. To this Roy. Well he didn't have a clue who either of the men he just helped was.

"Do I know you?" The man grunted.

"No— I suppose not." Jin sighed. "Still, thank you."

"Hmm."

"Pigeon socks... Telly-oh!" Namjoon mumbled.

"He certainly can't hold his liquor." Roy observed.

"He really can't." Chuckled Jin. "I'm Jin. This drunken mess is Namjoon."

"Cool. Now get outta here before he blows chunks."

At that Jin jumped in his car, heading towards Namjoon's flat.  Once again he had help getting his old friend up to his room.

The bellman cursed under his breath. Something about not getting paid enough to help these drunken shits up to their homes.

Jin thanked him profusely after Namjoon was dropped onto his bed. The man just shrugged and left the apartment. Jin fell onto the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.

A sleep with no dreams. Just a blank black canvas.