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what if we kissed...... and fell in love....... and had a healthy, fulfilling, long-term relationship...... haha jk jk.......................................................................................................................................................................... unless 👀💋

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Friday, 04:32PM, Kuromame Café.

Eojin arrives at the location a bit earlier than they had planned, as he always does. He chooses a table far in the back of the café, where’s more secluded and empty so they have better privacy to talk about whatever they need to talk about --- and also because it suits the whole hacker aesthetics that Eojin loves so much. He takes a seat at the table and reaches for his backpack, taking his laptop and placing it on the table to work on projects or do some of his business as he waits for the other man.

He puts on his glasses and inputs his password into the device, his fingers tap frantically the little buttons of the keyboard and his eyes are fixed, completely glazed on the screen before him. Codes and more codes, files and more files, numbers and more numbers that always seem to make a lot more sense to him than words. When an android waitress comes to his table to ask for his order, all he does is ask for a can of his combustible: grape fanta. He lost count of how many cans of that lovely beverage he’s had that day, but one more is never too much.

Once the android is back with his can of soda, he thanks the waitress and opens the can immediately so he can finally appreciate the sweet and addictive taste of his favorite drink in the world --- he closes his eyes and lets out a sound that can almost be identified as a moan as soon as he tastes the grape flavor. And when he opens his eyes again, it’s when he sees the person he’s been waiting that entire time: Sol. 

Eojin sits up, fixing his posture and holds his hand up when he notices the other man looking around the café, searching for him. And he can’t help but flash a small smile once the other approaches him, “Hi, Sol!” He says, sounding a bit too hyper than he had intended ---  definitely because of the grape fanta. “Did you get it?”

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hanbin:

     “ah,” a nervous chuckle falls from hanbin’s lips as he takes seat in the armchair next to eojin’s, “i’m just glad to see you making progress.” he shoots eojin a careful smile. the latter had never tried to hide the blame he felt towards him and it made their current circumstances a lot more unsettling than it had to be. yet there was no denying hanbin knew eojin’s case better than no other so whether he or eojin liked it or not, hanbin was still the best fit when it came to eojin’s future medical care. “it’s been a day like no other. busy… how was yours?”

     as he waits for eojin’s answer, hanbin starts browsing through the file, ears perked for any detail that might be medically relevant. “i see you’ve been assigned to kang minhee. he’s the best physiotherapist this hospital has to offer so you’ll be in good hands.” he explains, eyes shifting between eojin and back down to the file to see if there were any other details he needed to share. “i’m only here to supervise and administer any medical care if need be since the first couple of sessions can be rather strenuous…  but if all goes well you’ll be seeing a lot less of me starting from next week.” hanbin shoots him another smile. this time a little warmer, assuming that would be a thought eojin would like. “anyway, do you have another questions for me or are you ready to go in?”

Eojin can’t help but shift a little bit on his seat when the nurse sits next to him, moving into a position where he can face the other man properly. He watches Hanbin look through his files and then smiles back at him, not as genuine as he thinks it looks. “Yeah, it’s taking a lot of time but I think I’m improving. I’m a lot better with the crutches now.” He says and nods his head, but he looks away after he listens to the next question made by the nurse. Eojin sighs as he thinks about it and shoves his hands inside his jacket pockets, signs that denounce his frustration and disappointment.

“Well, you see... I slept very well but my leg---- I mean, my thigh started to hurt as soon as I woke up.” His voice sounds like a mix of confusion and annoyance, and a soft frown forms on his forehead as he speaks. “I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but it’s a weird type of pain. Like... It’s not the usual pain on the scar tissue.” And he shrugs, finally looking back up to stare at the nurse, and without much to do, he flashes a small and slightly sad smile to the man before him. “Other than that, everything has been fine. Hopefully, physiotherapy will be okay... I googled about it and they said it can be very painful. Please, don’t scold me for googling medical stuff.”

Once he’s done talking, he presses his lips together into a thin line and leans closer to Hanbin when he speaks again, nodding when the other mentions the name of the person that would help him with physiotherapy --- and that makes him slightly nervous. They always tell you to never google something when it comes to health, but it is stronger than Eojin --- when he noticed, he was already on the third page on the subject. 

Eojin doesn’t need more pain. As if losing his leg isn’t enough, he still has to feel it... like it is still there. He feels it itch and hurt, but he can’t touch something that’s no longer there. His usual painkillers don’t help either, it can’t reach something that’s no longer there.

But his thoughts are interrupted once Hanbin talks about them not seeing each other as much --- what does he mean with that?! Yeah, Eojin actually does hate the nurse... but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to see him again. HE STILL WANTS TO LOOK AT HANBIN AND HAVE HIM AROUND!!! For dream-inducing purposes, of course. So he frowns at the other and looks at him with a face that expresses rejection.

“What?! You won’t be there in every session of therapy? Why? What if something happens---- Hanbin, you’re the one that knows my case the best! You have to be there with me!”

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It’s been several months ever since he went through the surgery that has changed his life completely. It’s been several months ever since Eojin lost his leg and several months ever since he met the one guy that he insists to put the blame on even though it is not entirely his fault --- he doesn’t blame the androids, though. They were just following orders, orders given by the one person he is supposed to meet that day. A person he has been meeting almost every single week after the accident for check-ups and to change his bandages when he still needed them. Now, the circumstances are different.

It’s his first day of physiotherapy.

He walks into the hospital slowly and carefully, holding tightly onto his crutches as he makes his way towards the receptionist. He leans over the counter and speaks with the android sitting behind it, “Hello, I have a meeting schedule with nurse Kwon Hanbin.” The android asks for his ID and he hands her the card, waiting patiently as she checks his information before telling him where to go. Before he leaves, Eojin smiles at the receptionist and grabs his crutches to walk to the area where the man must be.

A deep sigh escapes from his lips when he takes a seat on the expensive and cushioned armchair to wait for the other man, and he closes his eyes for a moment to try and relax so he’s not too bothered when finally sees the nurse. That’s when he remembers what happened during the last night --- oh, his dreams. Why does he have to dream of that guy every single night? Why does he have to have explicit dreams of Kwon Hanbin?!!!! 

That’s something he always asks himself but the answer is pretty obvious the moment he opens his eyes to look at the nurse when he hears his name being called by the deep and very soothing voice that belongs to the subject of his dreams. Fuck, did he have a handsome face... Eojin had to admit that despite his negative feelings towards the older man, his subconscious always made sure to remind him of his wet dreams.

“Hi,” he says with an expressionless face. “Happy to see me again, Kwon? It’s the second time this week. How’s your day going?”

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MUSE NAME: GOD GAMER. yeon eojin, 23 years old, employee at the old but gold retro shop & hacker for the matrix. he also does some live streams playing games and being stupid. addicted to grape fanta & tetris 99. MUSE AESTHETIC: empty cans of grape fanta, messy bed, dark bedroom with a bright light coming from computer screens. glasses, hoodies and a pair crutches. dark circles under his eyes, messy hair and very organic-looking prosthetic leg --- but also some non-organic-looking prosthetic legs. arcade machine sound effects. lots and lots of curse words. VIDEO TO DESCRIBE YOUR MUSE: eojin won’t hesitate to kick you with his metal leg, beech. SOUNDTRACK FOR YOUR MUSE: giver, goodbye, touch, young, my strange addiction, i’m sorry. FUN FACTS ABOUT YOUR MUSE: eojin is the most annoying person your character will ever meet. he’s literally that stereotypical hacker that eats too much junk food and plays games instead of sleep. he makes dick jokes way too often, it’s a problem. says too many curse words. his sense of humor is... questionable. he is a huge pervert and has the nastiest dreams you could ever imagine. he calls himself the god gamer. TIME CAPSULE: eojin would be so upset, to be honest... he really can’t imagine a world without all the technology and advancement that he has in 2142. but he would love, love, being in a world where war hasn’t destroyed anything yet. he would love to be in a world where he didn’t have to run away from his country and leave his family behind... but other than that he’d hate everything. and of course, he’d drink some grape fanta to see if the flavor improved after the centuries.

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