@anmvne:
⊰ ✿ ⊱ ― Crushed, hurt, frustrated, yet most of all, in the verge of tears. She was far from upset, way past being sad. Why Daisy kept coming back to Soohyun, she didn’t know. She knew just how much he valued their friendship though that was it, regardless of the many nights he spent at her apartment and regardless of just how much he’s opened himself up to her: she knew he’d never think of her past as whatever the two of them had but how much more did she have to do and wait in order for him to finally think of her as someone who could replace her and her? It had been months– months! But she understood– she understood that it hadn’t been easy for him to move on from one woman to another, especially not when both of them had left him devastated and weak. Afterall, she was nothing but his best friend.
⊰ ✉ Text Message ➡ Dr. Kim♡ ⊱ ❝ The least you could do is act like it. You don’t know how hard it is being nothing but someone who you can go to when you need company for the night ❞
Hazy eyes search through the soft confines of his bed, slender digits coursing the lines of his duvet sheets. Maybe it’s instinctive for him to reach out for his phone in the middle of the night, some sort of body clock that seems to be engrammed. It’s a perk of being an on call doctor, he figures, a habit that he cannot ever get rid of. Mind aloof and floating between what’s real and what isn’t, a little bit surprised to find no text from his secretary and. Was he expecting for a patient? Maybe. But it seems he has other matters to fix, a patient of some sort. Alcohol, he'a learned, is a dangerous woman to have an affair with and especially not after a rough night inside the operating room. The doctor doesn’t remember texting the wedding planner though he’s holding solid proof that he’s been texting her all night on the palms of his hand.
By now he’s much sober, capable of thinking properly regardless of how fatigued he feels. Muscles ache as he pulls himself seated against he bed board, a small groan inwardly spilling out his dry, chapped lips. Soohyun knows though—-he knows better to expect that the damage has been done quite long ago. These rather crushing text messages just added to the overwhelming bruise he’s tattered the woman with.
[ SMS : Miyoungie ] For whatever reason I sent those text messages to you, I apologize. I drank quite alot and I don’t know why I said those to you.
