homeless

he/him

[lady-legiana]

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An Ateez (Yungi) Fanfic by Lady Legiana.

When Mingi wakes up in a hospital after being found unconscious in the street, he realizes that his family no longer wants him because of his health problems, and because he did not follow the path his parents wanted to impose on him.

But his life takes a dramatic turn when he meets the nurse who is assigned to take care of him: Jeong Yunho.

Aesthetics by Lady Legiana ❄️

[lady-legiana]

First Chapter : The Hospital

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The first sound Mingi hears around him is a constant beeping. He furrows his brow before struggling to open his eyes. The light stings; he has to blink several times to adjust to the brightness and get a better sense of where he is. A cold, almost empty, white room, with a folded curtain near his head and a heart monitor on a table on the other side, measuring his pulse with those constant beeps that almost give him a headache. He is lying on a hospital bed, wearing a white hospital gown, with an IV in his arm. The smell of disinfectant burns his nostrils, making him squint his nose and his eyes in disgust. What is he doing here? He doesn’t remember what he was doing before; he doesn’t know how long he’s been sleeping in this room with walls that are too white for his taste, but he just knows he’s cold despite the sheet covering him up to his chest.

He tries to sit up, and oh, what a mistake. He’s caught off guard by a wave of dizziness that forces him back down against the hard mattress; his stomach twists in a terrible wave of nausea that makes him press his hand against his mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” he murmurs in a hoarse voice after hours of unconsciousness.

At that very moment, the door opens to let in a nurse, followed by another nurse, a tall man with black hair, who appears to be about the same age as him. Mingi swallows; the nausea gradually subsides, but he keeps his hand over his mouth just in case. The first nurse approaches the bed until she is standing at the foot; a gentle smile graces her face, she is in her early forties, her hair tied back with great care, her gaze professional yet with a touch of humanity that offers some comfort.

“Mr. Song? How are you feeling?” the woman asks in a voice meant to be reassuring.

Mingi finally pulls his hand back, letting it rest at his side. His eyes fall on the male nurse standing a little way back, then on the nurse at the foot of the bed. He takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice still a bit hoarse, but already steadier than before.

“Why am I here?”

No “I’m fine,” “I feel dizzy,” or “I’m terribly nauseous.” Just that simple question: why is he here? His mind refuses to recall what he was doing before ending up here; it’s as if his brain had shut down for who knows how long, only to suddenly come back suddenly. He sees the nurse’s smile shrink to a faint curve that doesn’t seem to bring wonderful news. Let's say, no one ever ends up here out of sheer desire. But seeing a member of the medical staff stop smiling when asked why you’re here… That’s rarely reassuring.

Mingi tilts his head slightly, blonde strands sliding against his forehead; the unspoken question hangs in the air, carrying an immense weight that seems to weigh down the overall atmosphere of the cold room. The woman finally answers him after a silence that has grown unbearably long.

“You were found unconscious on the street in Gangnam; a passerby called emergency services. We ran some tests while you were unconscious, your fainting spell is due to neurocardiogenic syncope.”

Ah, yes. Of course, the reason is all too obvious; he should have guessed, no ? He suffers from fainting spells related to neurocardiogenic syncope, that’s actually how he lost his last job two months ago at that bar in Hongdae where he’d been working for two years. His boss fired him after reminding him of his fainting spells, the spilled trays, and all the wonderful joys of the restaurant and hospitality industry. And of course, when you’re just scraping by on your salary rather than actually living off it, making ends meet gets complicated, especially when your family looks down on you because you didn’t follow the same path as them, and refuses to help you when you really need it.

“I suppose you called my father? To let him know his son is sick?” The word “son” is bitter, spoken almost sarcastically.

“Yes, we… tried to talk to him, to get him to come pick you up.”

Silence. Mingi senses that something is wrong. He doesn’t get along with his family, true, and his parents despise him because he didn’t become a cardiologist like his father or a successful musician like his mother, but they didn’t…?

“Mr. Song, your father told us he doesn't want to take care of you, that we had to find a solution until you come home. Those are your father’s words. And by 'home', he meant your apartment.”

Fuck, they did it. The words hit him like a whip: cold, brutal, cruel. Not that he expected his parents to come running to get him out of there, he stopped expecting anything from them a long time ago, but to the point of literally dumping him in a hospital somewhere in Seoul and realizing that they don’t want to see him ever again…? Mingi has never felt this way before. Confusion, incomprehension, but at the same time anger and that strange feeling he’s grown accustomed to since the end of his senior year of high school, when he was rejected by the schools his parents had forced him to apply to. He’d never been a top student, but he’d passed the suneung and graduated. And still, it wasn't enough.

"You disappoint me, son."

"Why aren't you like your mother or me?"

"You will never do anything good with your life."

"You don't deserve to bear our family name."

Such a loving father, no ?

What a bastard. A father who only loves his son if he brings home good grades and has high aspirations. But what could Mingi do? Medicine wasn’t his thing. He never liked studying for hours on end. He never imagined himself at university, in any field. So he went to work instead. Nothing too complicated : he worked in small home decor and clothing shops for four years, was a waiter in a restaurant for almost two years, and then ended up at that bar in Hongdae, from which he got fired because of his damn health. And his damn boss, of course. He started working at 18, he is 26 today.

Mingi lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding for so long. Then, a laugh, nervous, overwhelmed. The whole situation seems surreal to him.

“I’ll figure it out. That’s what I’ve been doing for a long time, so I’m not about to stop now.” His tone is clearly sarcastic.

The nurse nods and takes a step back.

“Very well. I’ll leave you with the nurse who will be taking care of you while you’re here. Get some rest, Mr. Song.”

Then she turns on her heel and leaves the room, leaving Mingi alone with said nurse.

End of chapter 1

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Hope you liked it, and I'm sorry if my English is bad ☠️ I try my best

AND SOME BLONDE MINGI

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I would like to ask for help by sharing my QR around to help gather money for his medical build and to build proper infrastructure and facilities for when he rehabilitates at our home.

Any donation is greatly appreciated and will go towards my papa's recovery fund

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Original post under the cut

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[sarahbot]

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