tainted truth

[basketcasemp3]

[chaerismatic]

the gorgeous doctor chae ✨

[bepeu-deactivated20171202]

do u have a bf

it’s a dream of mine to have a beautiful farm

[hyerath-deactivated20180717]

gpjiroo:

jiroo had never had anyone in his life who wanted to guide him, who liked to tell him his worth or the potential he had. he patched his dad up at underground fights for as long as he could remember, even saved his life numerous times but no memory of praise or acknowledgement came to mind. the closest he’d ever had to the idea someone knew he was capable and wanted more for him was when his father snatched him from the claws of an evil mother and dumped him in a gang. though he knew his father had known it would be safe and jiroo could handle it he had to wonder what kind of acknowledgement of skill that truly was. “thanks for being polite while also somehow finding it within yourself to still insult me throughout it” he replied with a nod of his head and a playful sassy expression etched on his face. they’d never say it outright but jiroo considered sera like a sister, the closest thing he ever had and ever will have, on all levels except blood relation she truly was so he knew every word they threw at each other in tease or passive aggression carried sincere concern beneath. “perhaps not but its not your time to create a new fashion trend with your corpse yet sera”

sera was often seen as the good child, someone who everyone wished they could be. it was supposed to be a good thing, but she didn’t know how or why, it seemed like she didn’t really wanted to be seen like that. someone who always abided by the rule and nothing more. sera didn’t know why it bothered her much, but she always felt annoyed by the fact that she was deemed as the model student. there was another side to sera that liked going against people, enjoyed doing things that people didn’t expect her to do. sometimes it felt good, but most of the time she ended up regretting it too. in all honesty, sera didn’t even know what she really wanted. “you’re welcome, grandpa.” she scrunched her nose playfully at jiroo, leaning back in her seat as she looked to the front again. it was strange how sera liked to consider everyone as her family, whether it was because she truly meant it or she just felt guilty of running from home, she wasn’t sure too. “then i’ll just have to wait for the right time to come. which i surely hope isn’t too long from now, i’m not really fond of waiting to be honest.” 

[gpjiroo-blog]

jiroo supposed he would’ve been a golden boy if things had worked out differently, he was his fathers he guessed although it was never said out loud after all they’d been through. the connection that was built from saving his dad from near death countless times, how could they not be ? but his mother... what kind of golden boy was he to her, the sick twisted version he would imagine. her favorite boy to sell the body of, her prettiest collectible item on her shelf. her favorite rent out cock slut. perhaps it was why now jiroo was so uptight and unwilling to let himself appear that way, pretty, approachable and wanted. he had to appear as someone to be taken seriously, someone respectable. he was just a kid but he’d always been the adult of his gang, the wise old one he wondered when that would get too much for him...when he’d break and do something reckless again, be a kid again. he’d never had the chance to feel anything other than dedication, pressure and loyalty to work and chosen family of his gang. nothing like love or thrill or lust had ever presented itself to him, things he should be discovering that he wasn’t sure he would. “ yes you will. sera, don’t talk like that you don’t know how tiring these kids are, you’re like a sister and my favorite i can’t have you abandon me for a long time yet thanks ”

[gpjiroo-blog]

gpnuri:

“big bad medic, huh?“ she was amused at that, just a little anyway, because it wasn’t exactly the kind of words anyway would think of when they pictured a medic she supposed. but then again, most people thought medics would be kind, sunshine and rainbow kind of people. at least on nuri’s part, that much definitely wasn’t true. she came off cold and distant on first impression normally anyway. hard to reach and difficult to get to know. but who wouldn’t be after a life like this, and suddenly finding yourself trapped in this kind of situation? “as much as i have to hear about what he does, he’s still nice. i like him. the protecting is nice too, i guess.“ even if it kind of sucked that there had be that kind of connection with someone– someone protecting her, and not even from violence but rather idiotic kids. “i’m glad. well, i’d probably do the same, and i’m a medic too. but i guess we all have a certain amount of stubbornness in us.“ she shrugged a little. “and honestly, adjusting to it probably won’t be that hard after a while. and i’ve seen enough horrible and grotesque wounds even before now to be alright with viewing the gross things. well then we can trade, and you can see that. it’s helpful, a different insight and a lot more information about certain things, and why a technique is more useful and such. silly or not, it’s still useful.“

“ totally, don’t wear the name out cause it still takes a few by surprise” he jokes lightly, glad to see amusement on nuri’s features it was relieving to know she had that comfort and easiness around him after her initial intimidation from the many males littering the underground. people thought medics were healers and there was a huge difference. Ahyeong was a healer, beautiful and gentle and far above the gruelling work of a medic like Jiroo and Nuri. it most definitely was not voice as soft as a reassuring breeze and magicking people better. it was gruesome and pressuring and stressful, Jiroo lived his life on edge because any one of his new family could die at any moment and it was on him to save them but medics weren’t gods, there were things even they couldn’t reverse. He often came across as moody and unapproachable but in reality he cared deeply for his gang and truly considered them family plus he was pretty sure he was one of the few who didn’t run riot which was probably why they weren’t in the outlaw bloods mishap when they probably should’ve been. “ well i have quite a few...monstrous men in my own gang and i must admit for all their ruthlessness, they are incredibly loyal and respectful to their own. he’ll treat you well” jiroo confirmed with a certainty in his tone. “definitely, i love her for it truly she has a rarity to her in her stubbornness, many of the gang carry it but not as well as sera” he mused with a soft smile and thoughtful prideful eyes. “ i love learning about it, you know me, i often think about the what if, for if i’d studied in schooling and got a degree. its not quite the same but there’s something about it i find awe inspiring, i wish i could’ve done it. but i’ll take what i can get now”

[gpwoojin-deactivated20180515]

“woojin, your generosity goes as far as giving me a few waiting days period before you come to me with your injury and half the time that does me no favors because you end up worse off for it” he teased back with a dry and bored tone, fiddling with his watch and offering the other a faux pouty sympathetic face in response to his dramatic whining. “well we all have our joys in life, if i’d have known yours was a simple plate of ramen maybe i’d have got you out my house ten times as fast every morning and evening a long time ago” he snorted, raising his brows sassily back at the other and offering a subdued playful smile. 

“please shut up, why don’t you ever injure your mouth? it would be much more pleasant but then again i might not want to fix it up, so i suppose you should stick to keeping it pretty” he groaned lightly, shoving at the others face and giving him a deadbeat look in response, crossing his arms as the other cooed. nevermind the fact that rooroo was a real nickname of his if woojin was going to coo at him like that with it then he’d deny it to the grave. “oh my what a hero, you’ve got me swooning for you woojin, it’s like the a scene out of every great superhero movie, the medic is beguiled by the fatally handsome good guy right? yeah right, don’t compliment yourself too much.” he teased as he clutched at his heart and fluttered his lashes before letting out a long sigh. he ignores the comment about his looks tactfully and instead glances at one of woojins many scars with a challenging expression. 

“yeah unless some bad guy suddenly appears and you just have to stand me up because you’re saving the world” he replied with an overly exaggerated dreamy tone. “yeah whatever, it better not be with money cause i do enough for your ass as it is” he shrugs as he cocks his head with a smirk in return.

woojin’s mouth open and closes for a few moments, wanting to retort jiroo but coming up with nothing solid enough to not have jiroo shoot it right back at woojin. he is speaking the truth after all and in fact, it is just what woojin came for today. argh. “it’s no fair, you can’t use my injuries against me like this.” he opts to pout and whine instead, knowing that it’s not a battle he can win. but then again, woojin rarely ever wins when it comes to jiroo anyway. “ah, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i know my mistake, jiroo-ah. please don’t throw me out and let me eat.” woojin’s pout deepens as he leans in close, blinking puppy eyes at the medic. jiroo’s just kidding, woojin can tell from his smile but who is woojin if not a dramatic friend? 

woojin lets jiroo shove his face away and watches as he crosses his arms at woojin’s cooing. “aw, you think my mouth is pretty? i suppose i could give you a kiss with my pretty mouth,” he throws jiroo a flying kiss as he leans away, careful to get out of jiroo’s arms’ length. “and you think i’m a fatally handsome good guy? you’re praising me so much today jiroo-ah, i’m blushing.” he raises both palms to his cheeks, curling in on himself as he giggled, still staying out of jiroo’s reach of course. he has a feeling jiroo will want to hit him. like really badly wants to hit him. 

“i’m glad you’re so understanding, rooroo-ah. of course i have to save the world. who else but me, right?” woojin mirrors jiroo’s sigh, shrugging animatedly. eventually he stands without annoying his cut too much. “eh, i’ll have to think about what i want from you then,” woojin ponders out loud with a pout at jiroo’s restrictions. he heads for the door and opens it halfway, all ready to leave. “ah, pay me back with a cuddle session!” he turns back and announces with a smirk, slipping away before letting jiroo react. 

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jiroo smirks smugly at the lack of response and holds a finger up, cupping his ear as if to emphasise the silence and then sighing in bliss before laughing brightly and glancing at a distraught woojin. “i’m the one who treats them so actually I believe that I most certainly can do so and will do so” he mutters and raises a brow at the puppy eyes and pout, oh no he knows that little trick far too well by now to go falling for it although he must admit it takes a superior strength because woojin is extremely talented at it. “so dramatic honestly i suppose i’ll let you only cause i don’t really want you dead and starvation is a pretty lame way to go out in your field of work” he chuckled and pulled a face at the puppy eyes up close, he was not giving into those though it was tempting. 

he pulls a disinterested expression when woojin comments on his next words, huffing and turning his face away with a look of distance. “i was just softening the blow of my words don’t take it to heart” he muttered even as a smile hinted at the corners of his lips. he turns and gives the other a deathly stare as he blows a kiss and chews on his inner cheek with a stern expression. “can the blood rush go to your head instead? every time your mouth opens i find myself more and more horrified” he commented as he watched woojin with faux distaste and took a deep breath, annoyed he couldn’t shove woojin off the chair from this distance immensely.

“i don’t know maybe your entire gang? but hey this is only coming from a medic who saves lives every day” he teased back and watched as the other stood scrutinisingly, he was certain woojin was hiding something from him but if he pressed too much it might make woojin avoid telling him all together so it was better to wait it out even though it might not be great for woojin in the long run, he’d learnt playing by the patients rules to an extent helped work much more. he fake gags at the mention of cuddling sessions but knows he will give in truly as he watches woojin leave. 

[baeahyeong]

gpjiroo:

“I suppose so, if not we wouldn’t get half as far as we do living this kind of life i highly doubt” he hummed with an amicable nod as he rested his head on his hands. if ahyeong had become more motherly he couldn’t say that he’d overly noticed it, she’d always seemed like that kind of approachable and caring medic, sought out for anything and usually with far less discomfort. jiroo was not at all the same, only ever wanting to be bothered by his gang and roped into other work for gangs if it was to treat something extremely serious or potentially fatal and many were intimidated by him, being ten times more cautious about approaching him for his assistance, avoiding it for as long as possible due to intimidation. jiroo wasn’t exactly scary but he had a harsh tongue and a tendency to be known for very gruesome medical work, he didn’t have to be brutal to be a monster the fact he’d never flinched at the violence and gore of underground fighting rings from the age of five had made him monster enough.

Jiroo had been in the business of medicine a long time, considered very high up in the trade by many and highly respected for it he knew when someone was hoping to avoid an outcome. he’d been in small meeting rooms with three or more gangs at a time having to treat their injured, debating over what methods were best so he knew quite easily as he glanced at ahyeong through scanning of his notes, that she was having doubts about this method and there was no room for that where jiroo was concerned. medicine, wasn’t made for sympathy it was made for serious issues and fixing to its utmost ability what was deemed by most as unfixable. he smiled a tight lipped smile as he glanced at ahyeong, he knew what she was thinking, someone young, no doubt causing concern. 

“Ahyeong, it may be difficult but this is the only way to fix the situation, i’ve been as lenient as possible but with symptoms like those…without rather strict treatment it will only worsen. i trust you can make a compromise with the patient if you emphasize it is in their best interest, not only by your recommendation but also mine. if you need me to come and speak with the patient then i will” he squinted slightly and chuckled at her changing of topic. “Tired, exhausted and past my limit actually. woojin and sera give me more than enough excitement i’ll never need my own again. 

“Ah, I’ve been trying to fatten up Woojin-ah lately, but it doesn’t seem to be working very well. I hoped it would discourage him from recklessness but perhaps it made it worse.” Fidgeting in her seat, Ahyeong nodded. She knew he was right. If it seemed serious, then that person should get treatment, but the person she knew didn’t seem the type to take kindly to suggestions regarding their sanity. She could only imagine the chaos that would ensue if she suggested the younger girl seek treatment. The last thing Ahyeong wanted was to cause more trouble, even if it was with good intentions.

“You may be able to convince the patient easier than I. I’m close to their loved ones, but not so much them, and I’m afraid that if I suggest they seek help..” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m worried I may cause more damage than good. I’m not a doctor after all, and I would hate to ruin the relationship due to my rash decision making.” If Jiroo was to convince the girl to seek help, perhaps they’d be more likely to believe it versus Ahyeong, the plant girl, telling her to get help. 

After a moment, Ahyeong dug into her coat pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She flipped through the pictures before stopping at a picture of two teenagers sitting next to each other on a couch. “This is the one I’m worried about.” She says holding out the phone and pointing to the girl. “Her name is Lee Bomi, and this,” Moving her finger to hover over the male, she taps the screen gently. “Is our Jimin, her boyfriend. They’re very close and they spend a lot of time together, so I was thinking of confronting him about her health. I’m just afraid they’ll take it the wrong way. Do you think that would be a good idea?”

[gpjiroo-blog]

“He’s a wild child I don’t think anything can stop him but perhaps it does us a few favors, sure he throws himself into everything recklessly but look at the gang, we have more new members and less trouble for it. everything else is fall apart and we’re increasing. maybe our members chaos and mayhem is exactly what is needed to keep a strong foundation” he shrugged and watched Ahyeong with a small smile of sympathy he knew patients well that didn’t like the confrontation of unstable sanity, most would not understandably. however the patient would deal with it because the alternative could be far worse, but finding the way to break that news was always the hardest part, being both firm and sensitive was for sure the biggest burden of being a medic sometimes. 

“I’d be happy to step in if you need it of course, sometimes someone from a more distanced professional standpoint is better suited especially for these kinds of difficult topics, they might understand the seriousness of it better” he nodded as he sipped his drink and hummed softly in agreement. “you’re entirely right in this circumstance i think it would be best for a stranger to deal with the issue. it keeps everyone safe and delivers a clearer message” he murmured after all the most important thing was that the girl was talked to, regardless of how it was done and who by plus he could guide her through it more than ahyeong since it was his field of medicine more after all which could be a comfort in itself. 

He leaned in slightly as he glanced at the photo and smiled small with a tilt of his head and a gentle nod. “Yeah I see what you mean, she looks exhausted even here. the medication will do her so much good, the change should be noticeable pretty quickly in small ways” he noted as he examined the girl. “Well if they’re close and he can keep a constant eye on her it’s certainly a help, i trust you to handle it tactfully. i’d simply tell him about calling a reliable medic in and the medication she’ll be given and then politely ask if he could make sure she stuck to routine in her best interest”

[lifeinpoetry]

on the walk home / I stole a handful of roses / fresh from the ground / and pushed them into my palms / until the thorn bit the soft edge of my finger / this is how I know you survive / to remind me / of things that should be taken / and things that should be left

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from Vintage Sadness (via lifeinpoetry)

[hyerath-deactivated20180717]

gpjiroo:

it had always been clear for jiroo he was going to be a medic but a medic to a gang? well that was another story, even though his parents hadn’t been the most straight laced people, jiroo had heard many times the saying of you are not your own and wondered if there ever would’ve been an opportunity in which he led a more narrow life. once upon a time he might’ve wanted it, now though, he needed the thrill of the gang, the constant use of himself and being kept busy. this was much higher paying anyway and he was almost sure he would never completely feel as at home in any other life as he did in this one. “you’re strong sera and more than capable and i’d never doubt it for a second but even strong women need to take the time to heal” he murmured, sending her a small wink through the mirror as he drove along, fighting an endeared eye roll at her sudden but unsurprising rise of self esteem. “i am the freakin grandpa of this gang but i save your asses on the daily, sometimes multiple times so i’ll have some respect thanks young lady” he teased back. “make it your style, otherwise you’ll end up with no style other than a very ‘stylish’ corpse”

the moment sera had stepped out from the house, she knew that her life would be different. she never really had a dream, never really knew what she would be doing in her life. teachers had told her she had a great future ahead—she would have a great job that paid well and be known as someone big, everyone would be proud of her achievement. were they wrong? she could see none of that happening at the moment. no great job ( although she still considered her current job as a great one ), no great life, she wasn’t someone big, nor would everyone be proud of her now. she knew she could have a better life if she had stayed, but sera didn’t even regret the slightest of her life decision now. in fact, she loved it. maybe it was the pleasure she found from going against the rules. she nodded to every words jiroo had said, it was no doubt that he was right about everything. “yeah, right. thank you for saving my dying ass, grandpa. i seriously don’t know what would i do without you,” she cooed at him, placing a hand against her chest dramatically before letting out a small laugh. it sounded like she was playing around, but the truth was she really meant it. “a very ‘stylish’ corpse doesn’t sound so bad, you know.” 

[gpjiroo-blog]

jiroo had never had anyone in his life who wanted to guide him, who liked to tell him his worth or the potential he had. he patched his dad up at underground fights for as long as he could remember, even saved his life numerous times but no memory of praise or acknowledgement came to mind. the closest he’d ever had to the idea someone knew he was capable and wanted more for him was when his father snatched him from the claws of an evil mother and dumped him in a gang. though he knew his father had known it would be safe and jiroo could handle it he had to wonder what kind of acknowledgement of skill that truly was. “thanks for being polite while also somehow finding it within yourself to still insult me throughout it” he replied with a nod of his head and a playful sassy expression etched on his face. they’d never say it outright but jiroo considered sera like a sister, the closest thing he ever had and ever will have, on all levels except blood relation she truly was so he knew every word they threw at each other in tease or passive aggression carried sincere concern beneath. “perhaps not but its not your time to create a new fashion trend with your corpse yet sera”

[gpjiroo-blog]

Jiroo: Did you know manslaughter is the least serious murder charge?

Woojin: Really?

Jiroo: Brutal, isn’t it?

Sera: I think we should change the name.

Jiroo: To what?

Sera: Inadverdant Life Ending.

Woojin: Unintentional Snuffout?

Jiroo: I Can’t Believe It’s Not Murder.

[gpnuri]

gpjiroo:

jiroo was grateful to have nuri as a friend, though he could keep a pretty hard and pointed facade, he hadn’t felt the need to use it around her from day one he’d shown her himself in his simplest and truest form, not playing overly nice but not as overly harsh as usual either. they seemed similar in some ways, were in common in their silent intrigue of things and their ability to appear untouchable when it was necessary, careless and vague the way their life and world so demanded. besides more than anything it was nice to have a break from the crazy friendship of his gang. he loved them deeply and wouldn’t change his closeness to any of them but they were hectic and pretty wild as the name would suggest, often getting themselves caught in reckless situations and the peace nuri provided instead was much more than welcome. “i never pictured sunny as the type to be so attentive but the things your gang will do for you are often unexpected and very different from how they treat everyone else” he chuckled lightly at her eye roll and agreed but to a degree he was glad there was someone other than him having nuri’s back too. “chaos then, i’ve been alright pretty busy though both woojin and sera have managed to get themselves royally beaten up so its pretty much been full of nursing them” he murmured and gave a lazy smile and shrug, not eager to show how tired he was. “yeah i thought it might come in handy, some of them are written to adapt more to our lifestyle in medicine so they’ve got a bit more specific and keep it as long as you need. i’d love to borrow some actually, im interested to see how they differ”

nuri herself still wasn’t used to even really having a friend like this honestly, and most people were turned away from her slightly colder first impression, just because usually she could be hard to talk to on the basis that well.. nuri wasn’t in the best situation.. and just, she did a lot better with her own company a lot of the time too, and it was no different now. but with jiroo, she at least had someone to talk to that was more understanding really. “mm, well i can’t really say anything about him i guess, but it’s nice to at least have some people that keep idiots out of my space. he’s intimidating enough i guess. yea, i’m still figuring that out about the gang life really.” actually, nuri was still figuing a lot of stuff out about that, becuase it was just kind of hard to get to grips with really. “chaos, mhm– are they alright?” she looked up again then, not exactly liking to hear about anyone being beaten up, even if she didn’t really know them. hell, she’d only met sera once, but she seemed sweet. “yea, i can see that anyway, but at least i kind of had an understanding of how to adapt to dealing with this sort of stuff too. i mean, a lot of it isn’t much different than what i’ve been taught, it’s just a different application i guess. well, i guess the ones i have are just more academic than anything, but there’s a lot of useful information, and they come from the university anyway– i can get them too you soon.”

[gpjiroo-blog]

jiroo didn’t often let anyone very close, sera was slowly becoming more of a priority to him but that was also because she was part of his gang and likewise with woojin who quite frankly might as well have moved in with him the amount he visited but to let people close who weren’t in his gang was rare and pretty much unheard of, so far it had only been ahyeong until nuri showed up. he wasn’t sure how it happened or worked so well, they both just seemed to click despite their naturally assumed quiet and cold personalities. perhaps like attracts like after all. “i may be the big bad medic round here but honestly not even i would dare talk about sunny if it wasn’t in regard to treating him. he’s protecting you and i guess that’s what counts.” he murmured in casual approval as he sipped lightly at his drink and nodded along to nuri’s words. “oh they’re well on the way to recovery, sera attempted to shop alone yesterday with broken ribs though, stubborn as ever but she definitely won’t be trying it again” he nodded reassuringly as he smiled slightly fondly. “oh yeah definitely, it’s only the really lethal injuries that are the newest treatment concept to adjust to at first. i’d like to learn a more academic perspective...it seems silly since well you know i’ll never put it in action properly but i like to know the small things too”

[baeahyeong]

gpjiroo:

“Well good, cause I’d kind of like to be one of the sane ones round here” he joked softly and took the bag with a grateful nod, happily biting into the sugary goods. “I appreciate that Ahyeong, I could definitely do with some company that isn’t injured hooligans…I might go stir crazy if I don’t start hanging out with my own sort more. besides you’re pretty good company and you bring me sweet treats so i’m thinking i might have to pester you more frequently if only to keep me looking healthy and energized” he chuckled lightly with a slightly cheeky smirk playing at the corners of his lips, despite his best intentions he liked ahyeong and her tendency to play guardian angel, he couldn’t even be antagonized that half the time she did a far better job of it than him. 

“Ah i see, it’s good of you to try and stick to natural. you want to keep a patient supplied with holistic solutions for as long as possible,as much as they hate it and think we’re being selfish it really is in their best interest, too much of anything else too soon and it’ll lose the power and speed it can produce when it might count the most.” he murmured this with an approving tone as he started writing a note of all the symptoms the other mentioned, categorizing the solutions to each. “Truly, it’s fine. I’m glad to be doing some service which isn’t upfront for once actually and these are a fair few symptoms, you’re right to be worried to some degree. we want to minimize as much of these as possible” he mused as he shoved his pen behind his ear and scooted the list over to her. “I recommend you continue with the holistic for the insomnia but put them on this medication too, it’s a very small tablet but it packs a punch. i would advise only to use it at night though, once if it can be but the limit would be twice if it was a particularly bad night. As for the paranoia and hallucinations, I’d say its a harder area we don’t really want to be giving drugs as they’d be designed for depression or minor tranquilizers and the mood swings are off putting. They should be a last resort for now I would recommend simple cognitive behavioral therapy but depending on the extremity and frequency of the hallucinations, if they become severe then prescribe an anti-psychotic drug for sure just try and make it a more tame one, as little punch and few intakes needed as possible”

“We’re all allowed to be a little insane every once in a while.” She said with a soft smile. Perhaps it was Sera’s words that were echoing in her mind lately about being a school teacher that was making her feel more.. motherly. After years of pushing memories of her family on the back burner in order to ease the change of reality, coming back to old memories always hit her harder. Ever since her conversation with Sera, she’d found herself lecturing more, offering more advice, and ultimately acting a lot more like her mother than she’d like to think she was. “No pestering needed at all, Jiroo-ssi! I always love making food and sharing it with friends is just as good. I’m always up for conversations over tea.”

Ahyeong nodded, listening to his words closely. She didn’t know how to go about giving the medication. She knew for a fact that the person she had in mind would accept medical treatment, especially not when it came in the form of psychiatric treatment. The girl was young and in a hard situation as it was, being called crazy or in need of therapy wasn’t something Ahyeong wanted to place on any young woman. As Jiroo spoke, Ahyeong went through her day in her mind, thinking of ways she could sneak in the treatments. Perhaps she could have them melt in tea or dissolve in water so it would be unknown. But how long would she be able to keep that up?

“Thank you for your advice, Jiroo. I knew I could come to you for help.” She bowed her head and tried to shift the conversation, and hopefully make herself seem less guilty. “H-How have you been lately? Anything new or exciting happening in your life?”

[gpjiroo-blog]

“I suppose so, if not we wouldn’t get half as far as we do living this kind of life i highly doubt” he hummed with an amicable nod as he rested his head on his hands. if ahyeong had become more motherly he couldn’t say that he’d overly noticed it, she’d always seemed like that kind of approachable and caring medic, sought out for anything and usually with far less discomfort. jiroo was not at all the same, only ever wanting to be bothered by his gang and roped into other work for gangs if it was to treat something extremely serious or potentially fatal and many were intimidated by him, being ten times more cautious about approaching him for his assistance, avoiding it for as long as possible due to intimidation. jiroo wasn’t exactly scary but he had a harsh tongue and a tendency to be known for very gruesome medical work, he didn’t have to be brutal to be a monster the fact he’d never flinched at the violence and gore of underground fighting rings from the age of five had made him monster enough.

Jiroo had been in the business of medicine a long time, considered very high up in the trade by many and highly respected for it he knew when someone was hoping to avoid an outcome. he’d been in small meeting rooms with three or more gangs at a time having to treat their injured, debating over what methods were best so he knew quite easily as he glanced at ahyeong through scanning of his notes, that she was having doubts about this method and there was no room for that where jiroo was concerned. medicine, wasn’t made for sympathy it was made for serious issues and fixing to its utmost ability what was deemed by most as unfixable. he smiled a tight lipped smile as he glanced at ahyeong, he knew what she was thinking, someone young, no doubt causing concern. 

“Ahyeong, it may be difficult but this is the only way to fix the situation, i’ve been as lenient as possible but with symptoms like those...without rather strict treatment it will only worsen. i trust you can make a compromise with the patient if you emphasize it is in their best interest, not only by your recommendation but also mine. if you need me to come and speak with the patient then i will” he squinted slightly and chuckled at her changing of topic. “Tired, exhausted and past my limit actually. woojin and sera give me more than enough excitement i’ll never need my own again. 

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gpjiroo:

jiroo did do half of the things he did because it was his role after all and he had an almighty dedication to it, another part of him did it because it was all he truly had and without constantly working his fingers to the bone and surrounding himself with medicine, as unhealthy as it may be, he felt lost and without a sense of purpose…he didn’t have anything else. the other tiny part of him did it because his gang was his gang and he owed them, new or old. he may not come near death everyday like they do but they saved his life in a different way, equally as meaningful. he smiled a little more when he saw sera was actually taking on board his advice, finally starting to put her brain into gear as much as her body and see the potential hazards. “i guess you did, or maybe it’s just the guts and endurance of one kickass fighting lady” he raised a brow and shrugged giving her a nod of acknowledgment, quickly holding her to relieve some pressure as she was struck by pain again. “no you shouldn’t have but whats done is done, just forgodsake next time, call me or someone to do this shit” he gestured to the bags and shook his head. “yes, but lets start surviving it by taking the necessary recovery time and learning when to ask for help hm?”

sera didn’t know what had made her feel interested in fighting, when violence was the main thing she would want to avoid at all cost. it was true that she initially learned how to fight to protect herself, considering that she was on her own back then, but taking an underground fighter as a job was never in the plan. she supposed the constant compliments she received about her quick development on her skill were what encouraged her to join the fighting world, with her being a rare gem as to that she was a woman. there was a smug smirk pulled at the corner of her lips when she heard jiroo, feeling her self-esteem rising instantly regardless of the pain she was having at the moment. “i guess you can put it like that,” she agreed, nodding her head once. jiroo was right, she could have called someone to come with her to help with the grocery shopping, but sera wasn’t sera if she did that. she liked to be independent. turning her head to look at jiroo on her side, she frowned playfully before saying, “you sound like a grandpa, jiroo-ya. i don’t think that method is my style, you know.” 

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it had always been clear for jiroo he was going to be a medic but a medic to a gang? well that was another story, even though his parents hadn’t been the most straight laced people, jiroo had heard many times the saying of you are not your own and wondered if there ever would’ve been an opportunity in which he led a more narrow life. once upon a time he might’ve wanted it, now though, he needed the thrill of the gang, the constant use of himself and being kept busy. this was much higher paying anyway and he was almost sure he would never completely feel as at home in any other life as he did in this one. “you’re strong sera and more than capable and i’d never doubt it for a second but even strong women need to take the time to heal” he murmured, sending her a small wink through the mirror as he drove along, fighting an endeared eye roll at her sudden but unsurprising rise of self esteem. “i am the freakin grandpa of this gang but i save your asses on the daily, sometimes multiple times so i’ll have some respect thanks young lady” he teased back. “make it your style, otherwise you’ll end up with no style other than a very ‘stylish’ corpse”

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he only glances up briefly again to see woojin take a seat and bites down on his lip, if he had the energy he’d make a comment about how he might’ve known that it would be him but he simply didn’t and instead sipped at the drink tentatively as he leaned back in his seat and took in woojin’s appearance, woojin was one of his most relieving and frustrating patients. on the one hand he would tend to his own wounds as often as possible so he didn’t take up jiroo’s time and on the other hand because of that woojin was the type to think a gun shot in a dangerously close to fatal place or a stab wound that was deeper than he anticipated was nothing but a minor injury. it made things very difficult when woojin felt the need to conceal his wounds from jiroo, he was surprised the other hadn’t pulled the stunt of nearly dying on him and their beloved gang yet. “you’re so basic, i swear everytime i say yes to lunch with you its ramen that’s on your mind. but sure i could go for that, its not like i have a big appetite so it works” he tutted softly and shook his head but a tiny smile tugged at his lips. “please shut up, that is not a nickname you are free to use for the record and second the amount of places i’ve seen mangled on your body i don’t think im the one who needs babying” he quipped with a roll of his eyes, jiroo frowns a little at the wince he sees out the corner of his vision but he’s so behind on sleep and so insistent on getting woojins damned hand out his well maintained hair he doesn’t pay the same kind of restless mind he usually would. “we can go together”

“basic? woah, woah, woah, i was just feeling generous enough to offer to treat you but i guess i should rethink it.” woojin splutters, dramatic, as he brings a hand to rest at his chest, faking offence at jiroo’s words. “ramen is the essence of life, you just don’t appreciate it is what. how could one ever get tired of ramen?” he heaves a dramatic sigh, slouching back in his seat with a childish pout, watching a tiny smile pull at jiroo’s lips. 

“eh, then would you prefer rooroo? i do suppose it sounds cuter. rooroo, rooroo.” woojin snickers, cooing at the older medic the way he would a child. calling people in nicknames often helped bring woojin closer to people, helped him seem more affectionate and that’s what he’s always going for so it stuck as a way to insert himself into people’s life, little by little. “also, you can’t use my injuries against me like this! it’s no fair; it’s my job to fight the bad guys after all! besides, i’m not the one looking like death so i can baby you all i want.” he huffs at jiroo’s eye roll. jiroo isn’t wrong though; for all the years woojin’s being doing underground boxing, he’s never quite had the same injuries and scars like the ones being an enforcer earned him. he’s been with the gang for less than a year but he’s already had some pretty nasty injuries. it comes with the job, woojin supposes. 

“it’s alright, take a break, i’ll be back real soon anyway.” woojin makes to stand, careful of his side as he does. “the regular ramen set then? i’ll pay for your portion first, you can pay me back when i get back.” he finishes with a smirk.

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“woojin, your generosity goes as far as giving me a few waiting days period before you come to me with your injury and half the time that does me no favors because you end up worse off for it” he teased back with a dry and bored tone, fiddling with his watch and offering the other a faux pouty sympathetic face in response to his dramatic whining. “well we all have our joys in life, if i’d have known yours was a simple plate of ramen maybe i’d have got you out my house ten times as fast every morning and evening a long time ago” he snorted, raising his brows sassily back at the other and offering a subdued playful smile. 

“please shut up, why don’t you ever injure your mouth? it would be much more pleasant but then again i might not want to fix it up, so i suppose you should stick to keeping it pretty” he groaned lightly, shoving at the others face and giving him a deadbeat look in response, crossing his arms as the other cooed. nevermind the fact that rooroo was a real nickname of his if woojin was going to coo at him like that with it then he’d deny it to the grave. “oh my what a hero, you’ve got me swooning for you woojin, it’s like the a scene out of every great superhero movie, the medic is beguiled by the fatally handsome good guy right? yeah right, don’t compliment yourself too much.” he teased as he clutched at his heart and fluttered his lashes before letting out a long sigh. he ignores the comment about his looks tactfully and instead glances at one of woojins many scars with a challenging expression. 

“yeah unless some bad guy suddenly appears and you just have to stand me up because you’re saving the world” he replied with an overly exaggerated dreamy tone. “yeah whatever, it better not be with money cause i do enough for your ass as it is” he shrugs as he cocks his head with a smirk in return.

[baeahyeong]

gpjiroo:

“well that’s good to know, I’m happy to deal with any inquiry as long as its not injury related. I know that probably sounds crazy for a medic to say but the wildlings give me more than enough of a run for my money every week alone, im not going to run out of my skills so i figure i can safely say its refreshing to discuss something else” jiroo let a small smile grace his features at her polite bow and leaned slightly closer in intrigue of the bag. “I certainly wouldn’t turn down some sugar right now, I’m running on nothing but caffeine like an addict to deal with my mess of a sleep schedule. what’s troubling you Ahyeong?, I’m sure I can offer at least a bit of help if not entirely” he reassured with a shake of his head and met her eyes with a new focused and curious attention, he appreciated her compliment to his expertise but was never one to brag though it settled a slightly more approachable and renewed aura about him.

“No, no, it doesn’t sound crazy at all.” She smiled, taking a seat across from him. Ahyeong gently slid the bag over to him and nodded. “You’re allowed to become frustrated. Even saviors need a break sometimes. I’m always around if you need someone to speak to, though, Jiroo-ssi. I like to think I’m quite an indifferent party, so I’m always available to listen if you need to talk to someone.” As always, she hoped she didn’t seem too overbearing. It was only a habit of hers to offer help to others, even when the conversation didn’t necessarily lean towards it. She was always willing to lend a helping hand whether it was for emotional support or physical labor. She was always willing to try her best if it would lessen a load for someone else. 

“Well, you see, I know of someone who’s recently gone through some trauma. They’ve been experiencing hallucinations, headaches, paranoia, and signs of insomnia. The only thing I know to help is chamomile and warm milk for sleep and headaches. But I was curious if there were any medications I could offer to help treat some of the symptoms. Normally, I try to stick with metaphysical and holistic solutions, but.. I’m worried the problems may be too extreme, so I’m at a loss.” Sighing, Ahyeong bowed her head in apology for rambling so much. She was worried she may come off as nosy or as if she were overreacting, but she couldn’t help but worry. “I’m sorry for rambling. I’m just such a worrywart.” 

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“Well good, cause I’d kind of like to be one of the sane ones round here” he joked softly and took the bag with a grateful nod, happily biting into the sugary goods. “I appreciate that Ahyeong, I could definitely do with some company that isn’t injured hooligans...I might go stir crazy if I don’t start hanging out with my own sort more. besides you’re pretty good company and you bring me sweet treats so i’m thinking i might have to pester you more frequently if only to keep me looking healthy and energized” he chuckled lightly with a slightly cheeky smirk playing at the corners of his lips, despite his best intentions he liked ahyeong and her tendency to play guardian angel, he couldn’t even be antagonized that half the time she did a far better job of it than him. 

“Ah i see, it’s good of you to try and stick to natural. you want to keep a patient supplied with holistic solutions for as long as possible,as much as they hate it and think we’re being selfish it really is in their best interest, too much of anything else too soon and it’ll lose the power and speed it can produce when it might count the most.” he murmured this with an approving tone as he started writing a note of all the symptoms the other mentioned, categorizing the solutions to each. “Truly, it’s fine. I’m glad to be doing some service which isn’t upfront for once actually and these are a fair few symptoms, you’re right to be worried to some degree. we want to minimize as much of these as possible” he mused as he shoved his pen behind his ear and scooted the list over to her. “I recommend you continue with the holistic for the insomnia but put them on this medication too, it’s a very small tablet but it packs a punch. i would advise only to use it at night though, once if it can be but the limit would be twice if it was a particularly bad night. As for the paranoia and hallucinations, I’d say its a harder area we don’t really want to be giving drugs as they’d be designed for depression or minor tranquilizers and the mood swings are off putting. They should be a last resort for now I would recommend simple cognitive behavioral therapy but depending on the extremity and frequency of the hallucinations, if they become severe then prescribe an anti-psychotic drug for sure just try and make it a more tame one, as little punch and few intakes needed as possible”

[gpjiroo-blog]

“I am on my lunch break and I swear to god if this is some dumbass small injury enquiry, you can sit your ass down and wait” Jiroo mutters exhausted, his eye bags darkest they’ve ever been as he looks up from stirring his coffee with a tired and worn expression coating his features. “You can eat lunch with me if it’s something important, just at least let me enjoy this one hour of off work time before you bombard me” he begrudgingly offered, secretly not wanting to turn down the company especially if they were so persistent whatever they were hovering for was actually important.

[hckitae]

Bae couldn’t remember the last time he gotten a decent amount of sleep, no matter what he did or tried to distract himself with- whenever he laid in bed alone, all he could think about was one man. It was enough to have him shoot out of bed, and continue to fill his night with activities. Anything to keep him from drifting back to Taemin. He had to make a quick trip the the beauty store, running out of concealer at a rapid pace when trying to cover up his dark circles- and that’s how he ended up here. Hoping that a nice coffee would wake himself up before he went and worked. While stopping to grab his cup, he had noticed a certain medic. He knew the reputation that surrounded him, and knew the reasons why people felt threatened by him enough to justify it as hate- but that was something out of Bae’s “control”, so he didn’t find himself paying too much attention to it. People in higher positions could worry about Jiroo as a threat he would just see him as a friend. “The only injury im suffering from is a sore ass, but im not sure you can do much to treat that right?” He winked, not at all fazed by his tone before he slid into the seat across from him. “Are you saying me hanging around is going to stop you from enjoying your meal? Rude ill have you know people pay a large a amount to hang out with me- and you get it for free.” he teased, no bite to his words at all. After all it was hard to upset the escort, and Jiroo hadn’t scared him off yet.

[gpjiroo-blog]

Jiroo had caught another male glancing at him pretty consistently throughout his lunch and though he wasn’t unused to the attention, he was somewhat curious and only the slightest uncomfortable. though it seemed the boy had seen him before, he had no idea who he was and he knew the rumors, it was no surprise or secret even to him when he heard many whispering about how he was probably the best medic around, negative or positive perspective on it. apparently the other male had made up his mind about what attitude he’d take towards jiroo by this point as he was already sauntering over, emitting a surprising amount of confidence for someone who probably knew jiroo amongst all the other wildlings was rather hostile to those outside his gang, if not another medic. “Usually a good soak in the bath, a lot of heat and pampering and it’s soothed so no you won’t be needing any special ‘treatment’ for that beyond what everyone knows” he muttered a somewhat sarcastic lilt in his voice, watching the other with raised brows, crossed between intrigued and astounded at the way the male seemed keen to stick around. “Well don’t I feel privileged, truth is though I came here for some lunch, not a strangers company so can i help you or are you just here for decoration” he quipped, unlike the other with a slight sting in his words but that was nothing personal, it was just his nature after all.

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gpjiroo:

jiroo watched attentively and chewed hard on his lip as he watched the other struggle to catch her breath, he knew sera could do it but it still caused him to tense anyway, back straightening and eyes focusing he carefully and ever so slowly placed a hand against her back and bent slightly. “you’re gonna be fine sera, just count your breathing and keep it regular okay?” he murmured as she slowly faced him and kept a reassuring and steady look in his eye as they met her own. he could sense her stubborness and folded his arms as he moved back to stare her down more harshly. “sera god knows how you even got this far but you make that drive home by yourself and i swear you’ll regret it way too much than a slight bruise to your pride” he muttered and watched as her eyes flickered with the sign of submission. he gave her a slight nod and polite smile when she walked to the passenger seat and muttered her thanks and quickly slid in his side and started the car. “i’m pretty sure you know this, but the reason you’re having that pain is because you aren’t supposed to overwork yourself or put pressure anywhere even near the points of injury. you need to be careful sera, if you try this again you’re gonna wind up having a mini fit or attack”

sera know that jiroo probably do this because it was his job. after all he was the medic for the gang, but she didn’t want to burden him. for a moment she was glad jiroo showed up at time like this, she could never know when will the pain attack her again. it could be dangerous if it suddenly attacked her when she was driving, which would probably lead to a more serious injury than she was having now. she gave him a slight nod when he told her that she would be alright, she knew that she would be alright, taking mental notes of his advice. her gaze was then shifted to jiroo. “i guess i had a super hero power for a while when i got here,” she joked, letting out a small laugh and regretted it quickly when her chest hurt again. “i know, i know. i shouldn’t have came here in the first place and all that,” she nodded at her words. “i’ll survive this. somehow i always do,” she turned to look at jiroo on the driver seat. 

[gpjiroo-blog]

jiroo did do half of the things he did because it was his role after all and he had an almighty dedication to it, another part of him did it because it was all he truly had and without constantly working his fingers to the bone and surrounding himself with medicine, as unhealthy as it may be, he felt lost and without a sense of purpose...he didn’t have anything else. the other tiny part of him did it because his gang was his gang and he owed them, new or old. he may not come near death everyday like they do but they saved his life in a different way, equally as meaningful. he smiled a little more when he saw sera was actually taking on board his advice, finally starting to put her brain into gear as much as her body and see the potential hazards. “i guess you did, or maybe it’s just the guts and endurance of one kickass fighting lady” he raised a brow and shrugged giving her a nod of acknowledgment, quickly holding her to relieve some pressure as she was struck by pain again. “no you shouldn’t have but whats done is done, just forgodsake next time, call me or someone to do this shit” he gestured to the bags and shook his head. “yes, but lets start surviving it by taking the necessary recovery time and learning when to ask for help hm?”