The doctor is in.

Dr. Matthew Kim, OB-GYN. What can I do for you today?

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OKAY I AM FOR REAL HERE NOW. I HAVE THE WORST ATTENTION SPAN.

I’M LEARNING ABOUT LOVE & SEX ON TED TALK BECAUSE I HAVE NEITHER.

Hello.

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I made the mistake of watching WYF’s movie Somewhere Only We Know and now I AM ALL UP IN MY FEELS SO SOMEONE COME HERE AND LET ME USE MATTHEW TO SMOTHER YOU IN AFFECTION because oh my GOD that movie was so cute.

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@leexsun

“Are you positive?” He glanced around their surroundings, at the business of the streets. “I parked just down the street. I really don’t mind giving you a lift to where ever you’re going. It’ll get you out of the cold faster.” 

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name. Matthew Kim nickname(s). Matt, Doc age.  26 species. Human

p e r s o n a l .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil   sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues.  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life.  To give back to society what his father never did. languages known. English and Korean. secrets. His father is still in jail and he has never visited him, nor does he plan on it.  quirks. Biting his lip, running his hand through his hair, half-grinning.  savvies. None.

p h y s i c a l .

build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other height.  181 cm weight.  62 kg scars/birthmarks. None. abilities/powers.  None. restrictions. None.

f a v o r i t e s .

favorite food. Cookies, cupcakes... anything sweet. favorite drink. Water, coffee. favorite pizza topping. Pineapple and pepperoni. favorite color. Blue. favorite music genre. R&B. favorite book genre.  Post-modernism literature. favorite movie genre. Action, horror. favorite season. Autumn. favorite curse word. Damn. favorite scent. Florals.

tagged by: @ikrysk tagging: @hegemonique; @elavuir; @primrsoe; @kxmxjxnhee

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luhan for ykylm.

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“My love, why so cold?”

{ ♔ — Minsun had been sitting at the bus stop for an hour. They must be down. She thought, shivering in her spot. ❝I’d probably have better luck getting a taxi.❞ The blonde’s arms were wrapped around herself before almost colliding with a man. She blinked at his words before offering a small smile, finding it a little weird he had called her love. ❝Ah, I’m just never going to get used to this winter.❞

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“Here.” He slid the jacket off of his shoulders and draped them around her slender shoulders, giving her a reassuring pat afterwards. “The winters here can get pretty rough, I definitely agree. Do you need a ride somewhere? It’ll be safer than to just wander around like this...” He pulled out his hospital ID card to show to her with a teasing grin. “I promise I’m not a rapist or a stalker or a serial killer. I’m a doctor.” 

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"Are you crazy?"

“No, I’m serious, this could work.” He turned towards her, his eyes crazed–a manner so different from his usual self. He was typically calm, gentle. But the person that claimed to be him now was anything but. “I’ve got to leave. Maybe I’ll go to Australia. London. Paris. Anywhere but here.” He shook his head, stepping towards her. “Come with me.”

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SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING

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dornishasshole:

“You. Me. Cuddle. Now.”

“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”

“I’m scared, hold me!”

“I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?”

“Tickle war has been declared!”

“Bunny pyjamas, really?”

“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”

“Come on, just one bite.”

“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”

“I never imagined you were so… ticklish.”

“You’re so huggable.”

“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”

“Have you fallen asleep on me?”

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no…

“How do you really feel about me?”

“Can’t you pretend to love me this once?”

“Would you care if I was gone?”

“Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?”

“I can’t take this any longer. Help me.”

“Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?”

“You’ll stay alone if you push others away.”

“How many lives have you taken with your own hands?”

“Just for today. Please.”

“You’re the only one who’s never called me that…”

“We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!”

“I… have loved you this whole time.”

“Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all.”

“Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness.”

“You give me meaning, even if you take it away.”

“Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me.”

“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

“The past is in the past.”

“I’m where I’m meant to be.”

“I know you!”

“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”

“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”

“For once, it might be grand to have someone understand.”

“Just look at the world around you!”

“Someday my prince will come.”

“If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?”

“If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”

“But you’ll never know me.”

“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

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// SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME.

@kxmxjxnhee

“Is this really a good idea?” Matthew glanced up at the menacing building, suddenly wishing he was at home with his dog. “Why can’t we just go bowling or something--”

“Matt, shut up,” one of his co-workers, a fellow doctor, rolled her eyes at him. “How long has it been since you’ve even seen a woman not in stirrups or not complaining about morning sickness?” 

“I think I’m rather immune to the female body now,” he responded dryly, but allowed himself to be latched onto by the nurses on his ward. That was the thing with working in a women-dominated field--all of your friends were women. All of your enemies were men. Dating was hard.

So Matthew did what any normal guy would do in his situation: he didn’t date. 

 “Well, I’m ready to get trashed!” One of the other doctors cheered, followed by a whooping from the nurses. Again--all women. If it wasn’t for Matthew’s uneasiness that a group of women were wandering around Seoul’s night clubs in the middle of the night on a Saturday, he would be in bed right now. He looked up once again at the building he was about to be swallowed into--Firestar Night Club. 

He gulped and followed the giddy women into the darkness, where music began to automatically pound into his ears, his heart jumping each time the bass hit the speakers. He could barely make out what anyone was saying, much less be able to keep up a conversation with his coworkers. “I’ll get drinks,” he screamed, miming the universal symbol for drinking and that he was going to pay as the gaggle of women went to claim a booth for themselves. He sighed heavily and shifted in between the sweaty, grinding bodies over to the bar, where he proceeded to order 8 fruity drinks for his tormenters and a gin and tonic for himself. The young doctor slid onto the bar stool as he waited for the drinks, waving at his friends to make sure that a) they were still together, b) they were still alive, and c) they knew that he was definitely not interested in dancing. 

It was going to be a very long night. 

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// GOOD KARMA.

@primrsoe

“I’ll be back soon,” he waved at the nurses’ station, only to receive half hearted waves in return. A chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head--as well as making a mental note to ask the chief of medicine to hire more nurses on his ward so that his own nurses didn’t get overworked so much. 

12:05pm. Perfect timing. He stepped out of the hospital’s lobby and stretched, letting out a loud yawn as soon as the midday sunlight cast over him. It was a little chilly, as expected for a January afternoon, but that didn’t stop Matthew from taking his daily lap around the hospital. He watched the doctors around him put on weight from sitting in front of their computers all day, sitting in front of their patients, just sitting all the time and not doing anything.

Yet they’ll preach until they’re blue in the face to every patient that comes by: exercise and eat healthy. Exercise and watch your portions. Exercise. 

He didn’t know about the others, but Matthew wasn’t going to be one of those hypocrite doctors. A 20 minute lap around the hospital campus, then protein shake, and then to the drugstore for more caffeine pills, he told himself as he stretched out his long legs before beginning his jog. That was the great thing about being a doctor--his daily look consisted of sneakers, scrubs, and a white coat. 

Except when he was running. That was sans white coat. 

“Oh man,” he gasped out loud as he finished his lap, shaking his head. “Why was that so hard today?” He fell back on a nearby street bench just outside of the hospital grounds and groaned. He was getting old, getting fat, or both. “Great,” he muttered to himself before glancing down at his watch. 12:25pm. Another groan came from his chest as he dragged himself off of the bench and down the street to the smoothie bar for his daily protein shake.

Routine was kind of Matthew’s thing. He might not be able to function correctly without it. 

“One chocolate shake with 2 shots of protein, please,” he slid his card over the counter to the barista. And, out of both habit and routine, he glanced around the joint. His eyes rested on a woman just making her way into the shop and he turned back to the barista. “Also charge her order on me, as well.”

He was a believer in good karma. What goes around comes around--he was just waiting for the good now. 

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// INKED UP.

@inkxxxdeath 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Park,” Matthew’s soft voice greeted his last patient of the day with a knock on the door. A bright smile was what he received in return, and he chuckled as he pulled on his blue latex free gloves. “Let’s see what Baby Park is up to today.” He gently lifted her swollen legs up into the stirrups, helping the 8 month pregnant woman get more comfortable on the examination table. 

“You would think they would put more back support on these things,” he heard her mutter underneath her breath, earning another chuckle from the doctor.

“I agree,” he murmured before taking his seat back on the stool and picking up the bottle of gel. He carefully lifted her hospital gown, the bulging stomach greeting him happily. “How’s the morning sickness?” His patient groaned, earning another laugh from him as he spread the gel over her smooth skin. “For what it’s worth, now you have a get-out-of-jail-free card with your husband forever.”

“Damn right!” his patient piped up as he took the wand of the ultrasound machine, carefully moving it across Mrs. Park’s gut. 

“Everything looks good,” he spoke as his eyes zeroed in on the screen where the ultrasound images were popping up. “I think the next time you see me, we’ll be ready to get all of this extra weight off of you.” 

“Finally.” A sigh of relief was heard as the woman tried to sit up. “Hey, doc?”

“Yes?” He leaned over to press a few buttons to make images of his patient’s baby, one for his records and one for her to take home. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got a question...” she hesitated for a second, allowing Matthew’s curiosity to increase. “My husband and I... well, we were looking into getting another tattoo.” At the mention of the ink, his eyes flickered to the woman’s arm, where it was half covered in permanent art. “We want to celebrate the baby coming, but we weren’t sure if it would heal correctly if I was busy tending to the baby and not tending to the tattoo. So... would it be okay if I got one now? Like, it won’t complicate anything, right?”

“An odd request,” he chuckled, taking a towel to clean up the mess with the gel he had made on her skin. “Do you have the tattoo artist’s card? I’ll give him a call just to make sure there won’t be any problems.” She reached into her purse and handed him a small business card with more grateful smiles as he stood up to leave, wishing her a wonderful day and to remember to take her vitamins. 

Kumiho Tattoo, the card had read. Artist: Chloe Grey. 

Matthew’s brows raised at the American name--something he rarely saw living in Seoul. Closing his office door, he sunk down on the worn leather seat of his desk chair and picked up his phone, dialing the 10 digit telephone number. 

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He became bashful at her hug, caught off by surprise. He wasn’t the type to show affection–except to his mother, or occasionally his aunt–but it was nice to have someone hold him for a change. Actually, it was nice to have someone who wasn’t always nagging his ear. “You’re welcome,” he chuckled, his arms sliding around her and giving her smaller form a squeeze. “Do you want to go see the fireworks? We can go up on the roof. Avoid the crowds and stuff.”

Fireworks at the moment sounded pretty nice, especially if it involved going onto the roof. Krystle was one who loved climbing out of her window just to lay or sit on the roof and look at the stars if she didn’t feel like driving to the Han River. ❝ To the roof, it is! ❞ she beams excitedly, remembering that she hadn’t wore his gift yet as she holds up the jewelry to him. ❝ Can you put this on me though? I don’t want to leave it here and then have to go find it later if I don’t remember where I put it. ❞ 

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“Oh, of course.” He was slightly caught off guard at her question, but stepped behind her anyway. With gentle hands, he lifted her hair and placed it over her left shoulder, carefully brushing any stray strands away before taking the necklace gingerly from the box. He had fingers precise as anyone would expect a doctor would have--within seconds, the clasp was undone and he wrapped the chain around her porcelain neck. “Is this okay?” 

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@elavuir

His brows rose as she pressed closer to him, his mouth drying from just how close she was. He gulped, a shiver running down his spine at the feeling of her lips just centimeters from his ear. The warmth of her breath was enough to make Matthew’s heart slam against his broad chest but it was what she said that made it difficult for him to swallow. A flush of heat circled the top of his cheekbones as he dumbly held onto her hand, getting dragged to the next party. “Intense?” His head poked into the new room. “You do know I’m a doctor, right? I’ve seen things that can kill people in seconds.”

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@hegemonique

“Thank you for the gift.” When she set it down on the desk, he picked it up and meticulously unwrapped it--picked it at it’s seams, carefully folding the wrapping paper, placing it neatly on his desk. Matthew was nothing short of a Type A personality. A laugh erupted from his chest at the sight of the vitamin pens as he took them out gingerly, placing them in the breast pocket of his white coat so that their small drawn on eyes peeked over. “These are perfect for peds. The kids will get a hoot out of them.” He arched his brow as he watched her with curious eyes, his gaze following her leg that pulled at his desk chair. Another good natured laugh came from the doctor as he stood up, obeying her orders and taking the seat he was previously in. 

“I’m glad to hear you’ve been well. If you see me, that means something’s wrong.” He flashed a teasing grin  up at her, spinning his chair so that it faced her direction. She looked healthy--he remembered the first time he had met her, when she was injured from a date with one of her clients. He remembered helping her get cleaned up, tending to her wounds, and even brushing out the tangles in her hair. Adults, especially adults who consume alcohol, were just bigger versions of kids. There was something so guarded about her that no doubt raised his concern--it gave him this overwhelming feeling of protection of her. That he had to watch out for her, even when she is perfectly capable of holding her own. There was just something about her. His eyes traced over her slender features, the way she held herself up with confidence. His brow furrowed slightly before straightening out. 

Healthy, definitely. Happy? He wasn’t sure on that. 

“How will you be of use to me?” he repeated her question before letting out another laugh. “My dear, I have no use for you. And I definitely don’t mean that in a bad way! I just meant it in a way like... you’re not someone I want to use.” He seemed to have gotten himself in a bit of a word pickle here as his brows furrowed deeper, his facial expression turning confused. “Sure, friends do things like that but...” He leaned forward, taking one of her hands in his and patting it with sincerity. “You don’t have to be on the job with me. Relax, Mon. Yes, we are friends, and I very much appreciate you being there for me. How about I take you out for some coffee?” With his free hand, he flipped his wrist to take a glance at his watch. “It’s about time for my daily intake of caffeine anyway.” He let go of her hand and stood up, stretching his long limbs with a yawn before sliding his doctor’s coat off of his shoulders. “I need some fresh air too. I did a double shift yesterday so my old bones are getting creaky.” He chuckled at his own lame joke before stepping around his desk to reach for his winter coat and keys. “There’s a cute little cafe down the street from here. I’ll buy you some cupcakes--you look like you need some sugar in your life.” Half of a grin popped on his face as he extended his arm out to her. “After you, miss.” 

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// OOC.

Like for a starter. I’ll hit you up with a random one. 

Come be Matthew’s friend--he doesn’t have any, poor chump.