龍二医師

病気ですか? 너 아프니? Are you sick?

[dhnryuji]

Accident.

@dhnjaehwa

It happened so fast. One moment she was walking down the street heading home, still wearing her dark makeup from work and the next thing she knew her foot slipped as she stepped off the curb. She was ready to hit the curb with full force but her hands automatically went to catch the first thing it grabbed.

Unfortunately it had to be a man walking the opposite side of her that she accidentally falls on. It was also a thankful moment that they both didn’t fall fully onto his back and her literally on top of him. It was as quick as a snap, staring at the other with wide eyes but not moving away from him because her heart was beating so fast. Lord that scared the crap outta me.

Then of course the moment he spoke, Jaehwa realized how they looked in the middle of the side street with people looking at them both. Now it was just pure embarrassment. Their position was a little to intimate looking for the public eye.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever been in this kind of position before.”

Those words made her glare at him but it registered that she needed to get up, “I can’t say the same.” She got up fast on her feet, realizing the pants and her knees ripped and stung from the contact with the asphalt. Jaehwa held a hand to the stranger with the glare gone, “I’m so sorry. You’re not not hurt are you.” Looking at his form for anything noticeable other than he was super handsome. Of course my fucking luck.

Perhaps reading and walking wasn’t the best idea when walking down a busy street. He was reading up on indigenous plants in the area. Even though he’s been in South Korea for 5 years, he was still positive he hadn’t come across everything that was growing in the different regions. It would be difficult for him to explore everything, so he was on the path of checking off plants he’s already noted and circling locations for future expeditions. He had his reading glasses edging the tip of his nose while his pen was tucked away behind his right ear always threatening to fall off as he never really secured it in place long enough. That was because he was always taking notes and underlining certain information that he would need for later. 

When he was knocked off balanced and jetted onto the concrete, he could feel his entire back thrum with pain. He had hit his tailbone harder than anyone would have anticipated while his book had been flown into a puddle he had barely missed. He had no idea where his glasses had scurried off too as he winced in pain, he blinked his eyes open to see a women pressing into his chest cavity and restricting the air he already didn’t have. His comment was meant to be funny, but perhaps it was ill-placed with the way she seemed to rush off of him as soon as their eyes met and she glared at him. Sorry?

He grabbed her hand to be polite and slowly got himself on his feet. His back ached and he placed his hand over the area that hurt the most. He had to make a slow attempt to stand up straight. He was only close to his mid-thirties so he shouldn’t have a problem recovering - but that angle really felt worse than it probably had looked. “I’m just an old man. I’ll be fine.” Another joke that wasn’t entirely funny yet again. With slow steps, he grabbed at his now wet book with his hand still on his back. His eyes were at knee level when he noticed the rip in her jeans. “Are you okay? You hit the ground pretty fast.” I think.

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I ♥ his smile 

[dhnryuji]

I am honestly just sending random starter asks to random players on here and making things up as I go. I am sorry if I offend! LOL WELCOME TO EVERYONE THAT HAS JOINED AND I HAVE MISSED. 

[dhnryuji]

❛ i can’t seem to talk to strangers usually, but you’re interesting. ❜

@dhnjisoo

That was quite the statement as he had just come back from a month-long expedition into the mountains and was now sitting at a bus stop with leaves sticking out of his hair and dirt caked between his fingernails and smudged along his face and the columns of his neck. His clothes were just as unsightly as the rest of him and considering the fact he hadn’t shaved in a full month he must have looked deranged and homeless. Perhaps she just admired the handsome cut of his jaw and how he seemed like a man full of adventure. That his theory anyway and she wouldn’t have been wrong. He his mud grimed backpack was sitting on his lap with his arms loosely hugging it as if it were a pillow. He reached into his pocket and removed a small satin cloth that was cleaner on the inside than the out. Upon opening it, he revealed he was carrying goumi berries in his pocket and offered them up to her. “Take one. They’re good for your health.”

[dhnryuji]

❛ i see you around the area a lot. do you work around here? ❜

@dhnsiwon

There was something very strange about the Doctor sitting there drinking a cup of decaffeinated tea in a dog cafe. Perhaps it was the strange aura that surrounded him as he frequented unreachable realms with ceremonies and rituals for the benefit of his health and to satiate the mystery behind his life. Perhaps it was only strange to humans as they whispered to one another under the guise of peaceful patrons with a fascination with the breeds that encircled them. He had a few on his lap while one attempted to crawl up his arm and bask on the top of his head and he quietly wondered if the pooch had been some sort of cat in its past life. Meanwhile, there was a large dog resting on the top of the cushion the Doctor’s back was pressed on. It was as if he was guarding the witch doctor. None of them seemed phased by the creeping darkness that seeped from painted fingernails as he wrapped firm digits around the mug and sipped on the light green substance. Green tea. Good for the brain.

He had his laptop open on the table as he scrolled away with his free hand. He was updating himself on Llyr’s blog. Even though the boy worked for him and often he would help him with his posts, he still liked to read the final outcomes when they were no longer in each other’s presence. Perhaps it was a strange ‘father-like’ habit of his as he didn’t want to outright show the male that he was still vested in the blog regardless of the fact he helped with it. Was this a form of embarrassment? Ryuuji had always been upfront about his feelings, especially with Llyr, but this… this seemed a little too personal. Besides, there were things that he wasn’t a part of and would only hear pieces of. Ryuuji was proud of his assistants work even if he didn’t outright say it to him enough.

Like a slow-moving owl, his head turned towards the direction of the voice but his eyes were still trained on the screen as he was determined to finish the sentence before moving on. When he finally looked up, one of the barista’s had come around to give him the second cup he had ordered as he was running out. He must have been too invested in reading he didn’t hear his order being yelled out. “Yes.” He said as slowly as he turned his head. He placed his now empty mug on the table and pushed it away to replace it with the new cup. “I’m a physician with my own private practice.” He made sure to wipe his hands with a napkin before offering to shake the young man’s hand - even though he hadn’t any reason to do so. “Dr. Gade. It’s a pleasure.”

[dhnryuji]

❛ you scraped your knees. i have first aid, maybe we can go to my place? ❜

( @dhnhyorin )

The one day he decides to wear shorts, he trips over his own feet and slides his knees against the pavement. He winced at the feeling of his flesh being ripped in several different places. When was the last time he fell this way? He slowly stood with a very quiet groan as he looked down to review the damage. It could have been a lot worse, but now he had blood sliding down his shin and little pebbles glued to the wound. It needed to be cleaned out, but he was a little ways from home. Usually, he had something lingering in his pockets in case this type of thing were to happen but when he searched his pockets and his bag, there was nothing. Then it struck him: He never wore these out so he wouldn’t have remembered to put anything in the pockets and he had emptied his bag a few days ago because he had lent it to Llyr for something he had been doing. There is a wonder why he doesn’t find a natural way to increase memory retention.

He sat down on the nearest bench and placed his empty bag beside him on an exhale and began to try to brush the filth away from his wound. It wasn’t as if he was worried, but more so he believed the pebbles to be a nuisance since he could feel them on the walk over. His fingertips caressed the wound and stained them red before he rested his palms on the edge of the bench and stretched his legs out to see it in different angles. The air stung and yet he enjoyed the feeling of being alive as this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He wondered whether or not he should head into a convenience store and use their cheap products to at least clean his leg of blood before attempting to journey back home when a voice spoke at him.

He turned his head to the female standing none too far from him. She looked concerned for his well-being but he knew there was nothing to cry over. Now, had he impaled his knee into a nail that had been so carefully placed with its pointed end aiming the sky, then perhaps he should be at least a little concerned about his health for a variety of reasons. Her place? He thought, unsure why she would have asked a stranger to come into her home simple to put a band-aid over his knees. Was this her way of hitting on him, perhaps? Typically, he was decent at catching cues of those interested in pursuing sexual relations from him as he was more open about participating in physical activity than he was with his own research. And yet– she wasn’t exactly giving any signs that clued him in so he went with a brief purse of his lips and gave her charming little gaze with an attempt to force himself not to grin as he always did - which resulted in just a smirk because he hasn’t learned to not be creepy.

“Sure. I’m Dr. Gade. Pleased to meet you, young lady.”

[dhnryuji]

Hello! I have a plot page. There’s not a lot on there yet, but go ahead and look around. 

Click this!

[dhnryuji]

dhnhuan:

the man in front of him was odd, he felt it the moment he sat across from huan and stayed silent. it was like he was trying to figure out exactly what this fortune teller could do, too curious to ask but brave enough to come so late into the summer nights. huan never had problems in his own neighborhood, people knew who he was and what he was capable of doing if they pushed the wrong buttons but he was quick to avoid the drunks and idiots who roamed through the alley’s - waiting for a naive adult who didn’t know any better.

ah huan was no idiot after all.

lips parted to say something, head tilting slowly as the other male leaned forward; so he followed his actions, resting both elbows on the table. the candle that was lit remained the only thing separating the two, dark hues slightly narrowed, black bangs covering the eyes that seemed to see through anyone who was able to let their walls come crashing down for his words - for a piece of the future that could soon harm them if not taken seriously. the aura this man presented was strong, unlike what he’s felt before and it made goosebumps roam on his pale skin. huan shut down his own thoughts, pushing them far back in his mind so he wouldn’t get distracted. he sat back in the chair, leaning down a little to grab his cards and another book that was his lifespan in such a job. fingers skimmed the cards, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he started shuffling them in silence - the music that normally played in the background during the day was now turned off. only could you hear the cards being messed with before he spread them out on the table, creating a wide crescent shape.

“i think i can squeeze you in…” eyes flickering up once more towards the other, finally getting a good look at him through thick eyelashes that kissed his cheek every time he blinked. orbs slowly skimming over his features with such a blank stare, people often wondered what he really thought about what he saw when he read them. “you seem like someone who knows what’ll happen or what to expect from this session. i don’t think i need to explain how this works, unless…you simply don’t know.” fingers rubbing under his bottom lip as he waited for an answer, itching to start already. it’s been a few weeks since he’s been this excited to see such a twisted future, especially someone that caught his attention with such odd behavior. any regular human would be scared, but huan wasn’t.

he didn’t have many fears in life.

Ryuuji sat back in his seat as if cued by the male’s movements. He did, however, take note of the sudden spring in the male’s skin. Either the air had turned fridged on his side of the table or there was something else causing his skin to become so aroused. He wouldn’t say that he was particularly good at reading people and there wasn’t much there to read into other than how pretty those eyelashes were as they batted along supple cheeks. Curiosity drove him into the parlor and that’s what kept him still in his chair with his eyes now looking down at the cards that were being shuffled in the stranger's hands. He knew he wouldn’t be turned away, why? He doubted many people came here this late and that was reassured by the man’s previous response to his appearance, but also he had an assumption that the fortune teller was also interested in him.

Not once did the grin evaporate from such carefully carved features. He was impressed by the male’s keen sense. It was true, he knew what he was getting into and he knew how it worked except he had never seen it done in Korea. This would be his first time and everyone always did it so differently. He was taking mental notes while sitting upright with a perfectly aligned spine with his fingers playing with the silver rings he had on in his pockets. “I know the general idea. Start when you’re ready. You have my utmost attention.” Ryuuji attempted to keep himself kind, but his last words came out just a little above strange. That was a habit he couldn’t kick. When something was interesting, his demeanor became what others would think was a little creepy -- maybe slightly threatening. He was a sponge ready to suck up every little detail of a procedure because he would need to relay it back to Llyr and write it into their journal. Anything that could potentially help them down the road would be considered important.

He had his head tilted down and staring intently at the man with the shadows of his hair giving him a darker appearance than he already had. Not to mention, he just found himself attracted to such a young face but for how long. If things went well, he would find better reasons to take up man’s time. “Let me know if there is anything you need from me before you start.”

[dhnryuji]

( A Salty Family. )

         — @dhnllyr

guidelines : (Japanese.) Korean. English.

A quiet afternoon dulling into a creeping summers night as the light from the windows become shot with deep oranges. It was about time they ate something before the moon awoke any of their drifting shadows. Due to the season, they had a habit of using up the daylight with their activities and that usually meant eating at irregular times. The rice cooker had been on for a little while now, warming up the pellets until they were nice and soft - saturated with sodium to the perfection the doctor had ordered.

Ryuuji was at the stove, tossing pieces of beef around while the fish cooked in the little compartment above the oven. His stomach was rumbling for nourishment and it was starting to give him pains. It was easily ignorable, but he figured it was about time he stopped approaching it in that form and give in to his body’s cries. He had his reading glasses on the top of his head and his black yukata was worn very loosely on his body. One tug of the ribbon and he’d be nothing more than a nude cook with a  robe draped along his shoulders. This was how he was comfortable.

It wasn’t the smartest choice.

A small spray of oil sprang from the pan and landed on his revealed abdomen. He hissed and backed away with his hand rushing to turn the fire off. He placed his hand over the droplet and rubbed it off with his palm. It wasn’t much but his skin blossomed slightly with a red hue from where it had landed. There was a minimal frown on his face as he shook his head and plated the beef into a bowl. He made clanking noises as he got things together in the kitchen and brought it all out into his living room where he used his foot to clear the table of books, documents, and artifacts.

(“Eat, Llyr.”)

A simple two words as he finished by bringing in a container of water and placed it on the table. There were no cups to fill and he was adamant about drinking out of the container. He knew what he did and didn’t have and the same for his assistant. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t treat - at least, from a certain standpoint.

Rice filled his bowl with a few pieces of meat on top, picking at the fish and throwing it into the mix also. He preferred having everything mixed in together than to eat it all separately.

(“Did you finish?”)

[dhnryuji]

( AN UNFAIR SUPPLIER . )

          --- @dhnwon

guidelines : (Japanese.) Korean. English.

( No. No. No. Definitely not. What is that? )

That’s Usually the thought process of a man who didn’t get out much in terms of food. He comes to the convenience store to specifically attempt to venture out, but there’s a strange pickiness to his behavior as he investigated the variety of chips on the shelves. He diagnosed it as not being able to branch out as a child and only ever being left to choose his own food -- which then lead to him eating the same things over and over again.

In the morning it would be a bowl of rice. For lunch, it would be some type of fish. For dinner, it was always beef, eggs, and more rice. There were times he would eat soup with his rice as it had become a habit once he had moved to Korea about 5 years ago. The snacks he ate were all imported from Japan, but he was out and now came the struggle of finding something that would suit his taste. He was fond of salty foods and usually tried to get some type of dried fish. Today, he wanted to be adventurous so when he picked up a regular bag of Cheetos he told himself he would learn to enjoy it. He made sure to grab the small pack of banana milk too that everyone here seemed to crave.

(“Tired today too, huh boy?”)

Those words were mumbled in soft Japanese as he looked at the clerk with the name ‘Howon’ written in Korean letters on the name tag. He’d be lying if he said he came here only for the minimal amount of snacks he grabbed. He was actually taking a survey of the gentleman every time he walked in and observed a pattern. There were bags under his eyes and he had quite the attitude when it played out that way. It was mostly when there were too many questions asked and so he dove into his pocket and removed the money out of his wallet. He paid for his items and before he left he pulled out a little clear container with a single pill in it. He placed it on the counter.

“Take this. I will be back again in a few days to see how you’re doing. You’re too young to be this tired.”

[dhnryuji]

Hello! I have a plot page. There’s not a lot on there yet, but go ahead and look around. 

Click this!

[zetsuubo]

[lgcmaylin]

TANGLE.

           — @dhnryuji

the end was near, of huan’s day of course. it was smooth sailing, made enough money to last him for a few weeks and for once; he didn’t run into any assholes who tested his patience. he was merely a student who liked to study astrology in his free time, soon turning into a job that he was fairly proud of. he was lucky to meet all types of people as he worked, reading into their personal lives until he struck a cord - enjoying such a view when he was dead on but accused of doing his research on them. the excuses were becoming more and more ridiculous as his day went on, he simply just practiced until he felt confident in himself to do a better job than his friends who worked with him. he created illusions, pulled in those who fell through the cracks and allowed themselves to open up. those were the types of people he enjoyed the most.

with the faint jazz music filling the small shops four corners, warm hues were too busy studying a pocketbook he had purchased not too long again. the clear table in front of him still had all his cards and books laying there from his previous customer. the white dress shirt draped over his hands as he turned the pages, quite oblivious to small jingle in the background that indicated someone entered - who in their right minds would come this late anyway?

he heard the beads move and the chair pull out in front of him, causing the male to jump slightly and clench his chest. the other only stared at him, and huan returned the favor with an eyebrow raised. his hand snapping the book closed and placing it on the floor by his photo, breaking the eye contact only for a moment before blinking. “you’re a brave soul for coming out to this neighborhood at such a late hour.”

[dhnryuji]

guidelines : ( Japanese.) Korean. English.

There’s a slight tinge of a cool breeze in the air and it’s comforting. Summer nights had always been a favorite of his as he could remember the mountains in Japan blooming shadows in front of spilled watercolors decaying into a night sky. He had a small window he would look out from and he would hang from the window sill as much as he could. Some days he would even lean half his body out and float over the ground as he tried to reach the top of the mountain with small hands. He wasn’t grasping for anything in particular but the sensation of knowing that there was more to the world he served than what he had witnessed first hand. Religion and nature were two hard musts in his new world and that gave way to the man that he was today.

He didn’t go out much simply because the whirling world of language would give him a headache from having to revert the chatter of nonsense into something he could understand. One would wonder why he wouldn’t return to Japan if he had all these complaints on his tongue. This country had a trend in beauty, in health, and the people were always so eager to try something new if it meant they would be healthier, skinnier, and prettier. That ravenous curiosity for more kept his feet firmly planted as he was able to do his experiments quite easily under the guise of ‘beauty’.

Being out at night was no different than the day except people became sloppier, drunker, and slightly more dangerous depending on the streets, you took and if there was anyone around watching for your safety. He frequented the area when he could because there was always someone interesting lurking around and it was close to home that he didn’t have to worry about overextending himself and losing his path back. Most of the nearby stores had already been closed except for one. This was his destination from the start as he had seen a young man lure people into what seemed like an entrance to a basement with a sign that said ‘Baram Fortune Telling’. Curiosity got the best of him, but the young man’s gaze whenever he came around was what forced him to explore. Besides, with the dealing he did within the darker areas of the realm, he had to know if the boy was really what he thought he was.

Ryuuji didn’t respond at first simply taking in the sight of the individual in front of him. He was more curious up close and he took it upon himself to lean in across the table to get a better view of his eyes and the structure of his face along with any other quirks that was imprinted on his skin. He had a small grin on his face, but he never removed his hands out of his jacket pockets and kept the hood of his jacket up over his head. “(Your hair. Visual Kei? So young… I wonder…”) After a few more seconds, he smiled a little wider and kept the closeness. “I live close. Are you kind enough to still take me?” Ryuuji was rather polite on most cases, smelling strongly of sage and smoke as if he had been around a fire recently. He had charcoal paint around his eyes that gave him a slightly hallowed look and there were remnants of that same paint on his strong jawline as if he had hurriedly tried to remove it before he had gone. Which was the truth as he had forgotten the time and clever decided to come into the basement shop.

(“What can you do for me?”)

[dhnryuji]

hullo! call me kng. im on gmt -4 and dont know how to do proper introductions. sweats. please love the doctor. he just wants to take care of you. ill be working on the plot/relationship page little by little. let me know if you want to plot by liking this or dropping an ask. 

[a-land]

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