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@snghee
   I do not feel like a ïœïœïœ person
but
       deep down I know that something inside of me is { terribly }
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Coffee Fix â Ą snghee
Caffeine. It was a constant thought in Jinkiâs mind. If he left now, he wouldnât have time to get back before his next client comes but it was enough time to take a break. A break to think about how coffee-less he is. Suddenly, an idea popped in his mind. Workplaces have coffee. This hospital is a workplace. There should be coffee. Jinki havenât explored around the hospital yet or met anyone new except for his mentor so he figured it was time for a small adventure for his caffeine fix.
After leaving the psychiatric ward, he wandered around the hospital. Every ward seemed to be in its own world. It reminded him of multiple neighborhoods in the same city. The biggest difference from his ward was the noise. The psychiatric ward tend to stay quiet since everything happened behind closed doors but there were more bustling people moving about in other wards, especially when he passed the emergency ward.
A minute later, he found what seemed like a lounge. Â Seeing how there was only one person, he knocked on the open door and waited till the woman looked up to speak.
âSorry, Iâm new here but I was wondering where I can get some coffee if there is some here.â His voice tread quietly near the end of his sentence due to his nervousness. Â
Alone in the pantry, Seunghee rested casually with her back of her waist against the counter. She was sipping on her mug of coffee, slowly, submerged in her own thoughts. Not even realising that someone came into the room, she continued to be in her own world. The man inched slowly towards her, casually gave a wave in front of her face, successfully snapping her out of her thoughts. She almost immediately jolted up from her position, standing up straight, looking at him. "Sorry, I'm new here, but I was wondering where I can get some coffee if there is some here." He said quietly. She blinked for a few moments at his words, her mind slowly processing what he had just asked her. Wordlessly, she raised her hand slowly and pointed to the cupboard above her. "The coffee's in there. Instant coffee mix, 3-in-1, or an alternative, Lipton tea. There're biscuits there as well in the cupboard next to it. Please feel free to help yourself." she says almost robotically. She glances at his name that was sewed onto the breast pocket of his white coat. "Dr. Jinki.. pleasure to be meeting you." she smiles, extending her hand for a handshake. "I'm Dr. Han, Han Seunghee."
I am lonely. Iâve been like that since I was young. But I think I am a person that needs to be lonely.
ăì”ìčíăChoi Seunghyun, 10Asia Interview November 2013
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"I guess a hundred years passed quick because Iâm totally the most handsome guy in the world," he teased back with a wide grin as he pulled her out of the night club. The cool air hit him in a refreshing way and he glanced back at her to make sure she was all right. He couldnât help himself as he scanned over her entire body and face. He easily noticed how fit and formed sheâd become. "But, really I should be complimenting you. Youâve grown into a beautiful woman." Jongsuk gave her a warm smile with his typical ruffle of her hair. Back then, heâd always play with her hair even if it annoyed her; it only served to make him play with her hair more. He let out a bark of laughter when he saw her lips upturn in a sneer. "Come on, this way," he nodded ahead and started walking, his hand still clutching onto hers. "First things first, tell me how youâve been."
"Oh my, and even after a hundred years, you're still as cocky as ever." She lets out a huff of breath, pretending to be dissatisfied. The boy was still the same as he was when they first met. It was such a relief. For some reason, many other friends she'd known since they were young had changed.. or maybe the one who changed was solely herself. In fact, she did change, she was no longer the Jaehee her friends knew of anymore, at least, not on the outside. However, upon meeting the boy again, she felt herself all over again. She was Jaehee again. She averted her gaze from the boy, feeling slightly shy from his gaze. His compliment made her cheeks flush even more. The boy rarely praised her, and all of a sudden, he had complimented her around two times that night already. "Thank you." she muttered. She followed the boy, her hands holding onto his tightly. "I've been... fine, actually," she said cautiously. "How about you, Jongsuk?"
fleurtuz:
A loud sigh running from her tainted red lips marks the beginning of Fleurâs embarrassment in front of the other. A collection of folds rest on her once smooth face as she bends her body rather reluctant but has no choice - following the femaleâs orders with a heavy heart. Gradually with her shaking legs, she lowers her body until her stomach kisses the pads of her covered thighs, enough for the female to peak in her pencil cut skirt.
"I still donât get why I have to do this" She mumbles with her soft yet evidently humiliated voice. "But if Iâve prove your hypothesis wrong, I swear Iâll fold your body myself." She groans as the quick second passed and still, she failed to see the person sheâs searching for. She did bend - like the other suggested, peaking through the tiny crack of the door but she couldnât find any. Frustrations aroused whilst the agent gave up instantly.
"I really canât see it. "
Seunghee frowned in slight disappointment and frustration. She had been searching for her patient for the past hour, searching high and low around the entire building and the only ones left with were the restrooms on the top floor. "He must be in there." She said, pursing her lips. The child had been attempting to hide from the nurses so as to avoid consuming her medicine. Unfortunately, the door to the restrooms was severely guarded by a couple of bodyguards. "I'm here to search for a patient. Will you please let me in?" Seunghee asked politely, and in a straight tone. The bodyguards did not budge, but continued staring at her through their sunglasses, She cleared her throat, and repeated her request to one of the guards, a brown-haired girl. She looked the least intimidating among the other bodyguards that were stationed around. The girl reluctantly  peeked through the tiny crack of the door but couldn't find anyone. "I really can't see it." She said. That was impossible. She had looked everywhere for the girl, and this was the only place left to find. "Of course you can't see her. She might be in one of the cubicles in the restroom. Just let me in, will you?"
jeonding + airingg
He couldnât help but let out a bark of laughter. âThanks. Iâm really handsome now, huh?â He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. He carded his fingers through his hair casually and grinned down at Jaehee. âWant to get out of here? Letâs go somewhere quiet so we can talk.â His eyes softened as did his smile, âWe need to catch up. I missed you.â His voice dropped to a barely audible tone so only she could hear. He felt that whatever he had to say was only meant for her ears, anyway. Jongsuk took her by the hand and pulled her off the dance floor, heading to the door. He couldnât help the small smile on his face, her warmth seeping into him by just the hand holding. Itâs been a while since heâd seen any friend he had in the past so this moment was the most exciting to him.
She exhaled, letting out a huff of breath. "Hm... maybe.. in a 100 years more?" She teased again, giving him her signature grin that she had not shown to anyone for a long time. Agreeing to the other's suggestion, Jaehee nodded in response, before following his lead to the "somewhere quieter" he had suggested. Inside of her, she was bubbling with joy. It felt like an exciting adventure about to unfold, like how it used to be when they were young. The first time they met, actually, was when he stood up for her, against her bullies. He mercilessly beat up the bigger-sized ones before pulling her up and running to safety. The exact feeling was there, except, this time they were not running away from anyone. The feeling there was probably the feeling of security. She felt protected in his prescence, for some reason, it brought her back to the mind of the vulnerable girl he had known years back, the girl who didn't know how to protect herself. Would he be surprised to see that she was able to practise self defence now? Most likely. In her mind then, was all the things they could talk about and even do together, now that they've met each other again. She silently hopes he would never know the pain she had suffered during his absence.
My head is full of things èȘ°ă«ăèŠăăăăȘăăăź that I can never tell anyone about. é ăźäžæșąă㊠In this perfect world, ééăăăăăȘăäžçăž I roam a lost being. èż·ă蟌ăă§ă
Ling Toshite Shigure Abnormalize  (via harruka)
He bit his lip when he heard his name come from her mouth. Even though she was different now, she still knew him and the way she said his name never changed. Jongsuk held her protectively and securely, as if she was a lost item he had no intention of losing. And, it was true. They basically grew up together in the time he trained in North Korea. They played together, laughed together, cried together, whenever he slipped away from training to try to be a regular kid. Jaehee was the only kid willing to be his friend. he was grateful to her. She was what his childhood was. He couldnât find the words to explain how he felt or express his apologies for disappearing. Jongsuk ran his fingers through her hair and the only thing that came out of his mouth was, âYou cut your hair. It suits you.â
He had her in a tight embrace, the warmth of his body radiated to her. It wasnât just physical warmth he was giving her. It was also the warmth of the relationship they had years back, back when everything was peaceful, back when she didnât have her life in danger. Being in his embrace made her forget who she currently is. She was plainly Song Jaehee in his arms, a girl who loved to smile. She felt his fingers run through her hair, lifting her face to look at him, she felt her cheeks heating up at the compliment. The boy had always teased her back when they were young, and rarely did compliment her in any way. The feeling was rather special. She gave a small smile in response, âThank you,â she said quietly. âYouâve grown so much taller.. and more good-looking. And so did you change that hairstyle of yours!â She let out an airy laugh, shaking her head as she placed both hands onto the sides of the manâs head. âYou used to have a cute crew cut. Now youâve got a manly haircut, I see.â
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sukxbin
Jongsuk was at the club, in his usual secluded table. He took his glass of whiskey and downed it as he scanned the dance floor looking for potentials. His eyes barely glanced over her but he noticed her right away. He squinted at the slow swaying girl, recognizing her face. Despite how fast the beat was pounding of the club song, Seunghee was moving at her own pace. Jongsuk couldnât help the upturn of his lips seeing the familiar face. Same old stubborn girl, he thought. He stood from the table, making his way to her. It caught her by surprise when she felt one of his arms slide around her waist and she gasped more seeing his face. He gave her a playful smile as his other hand guided her arm around his neck, pulling their bodies closer. He saw the faint blush of her cheeks under the strobe lights when she complied to wrapping both her arms around his neck. He pulled their bodies together more, flushed against one another and pressed his cheek against the side of her head. Slowly, they both swayed to the techno song. People around them thought it was strange but neither one cared as they glided slowly around the dance floor. Jongsuk felt a warm feeling in his chest and he couldnât help call her name out loud, âJaehee-ahâŠâ
She had been asked to join her friends at the club that night, despite her repeated refusals. Clubs werenât exactly her thing. Her friend had disappeared into the sea of crowds after she had dragged her onto the dance floor. The loud music continued blaring through the speakers, and the neon lights shone randomly in all directions onto the dance floor. She didnât know how to dance at all, and was practically swaying her body at her own pace, trying her best to get herself out of the sea of clubbers. During her attempt to get out of the crowd, she felt arms encircle around her waist. Shocked at the contact, she looked up to see who it was, expecting a drunkard who was out to take advantage of girls on the dance floor. However, contrary to her expectations, it was him. Again, they met again. Upon his guidance, she found herself complying to his unspoken requests, her arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies held closely together. Instead of the wild dancing suited for the music and the dance floor, they were dancing to their own beat. Soon, she found herself in the world of their own. âJaehee-ah..â He called out. Her name, it was.. He remembers. Lifting her chin up to look at the man in her embrace, her gaze softens, a smile evidently present on her face. âJongsuk-ah.â She called back quietly. She had missed him all along. The name, the person, the embrace, everything. Burying her head in his shoulder, she found herself nuzzling gently against him. At that moment, she felt as if they had returned to the past.
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