#dhnsiwon

[dhnryuji]

❛ i see you around the area a lot. do you work around here? ❜

@dhnsiwon

There was something very strange about the Doctor sitting there drinking a cup of decaffeinated tea in a dog cafe. Perhaps it was the strange aura that surrounded him as he frequented unreachable realms with ceremonies and rituals for the benefit of his health and to satiate the mystery behind his life. Perhaps it was only strange to humans as they whispered to one another under the guise of peaceful patrons with a fascination with the breeds that encircled them. He had a few on his lap while one attempted to crawl up his arm and bask on the top of his head and he quietly wondered if the pooch had been some sort of cat in its past life. Meanwhile, there was a large dog resting on the top of the cushion the Doctor’s back was pressed on. It was as if he was guarding the witch doctor. None of them seemed phased by the creeping darkness that seeped from painted fingernails as he wrapped firm digits around the mug and sipped on the light green substance. Green tea. Good for the brain.

He had his laptop open on the table as he scrolled away with his free hand. He was updating himself on Llyr’s blog. Even though the boy worked for him and often he would help him with his posts, he still liked to read the final outcomes when they were no longer in each other’s presence. Perhaps it was a strange ‘father-like’ habit of his as he didn’t want to outright show the male that he was still vested in the blog regardless of the fact he helped with it. Was this a form of embarrassment? Ryuuji had always been upfront about his feelings, especially with Llyr, but this… this seemed a little too personal. Besides, there were things that he wasn’t a part of and would only hear pieces of. Ryuuji was proud of his assistants work even if he didn’t outright say it to him enough.

Like a slow-moving owl, his head turned towards the direction of the voice but his eyes were still trained on the screen as he was determined to finish the sentence before moving on. When he finally looked up, one of the barista’s had come around to give him the second cup he had ordered as he was running out. He must have been too invested in reading he didn’t hear his order being yelled out. “Yes.” He said as slowly as he turned his head. He placed his now empty mug on the table and pushed it away to replace it with the new cup. “I’m a physician with my own private practice.” He made sure to wipe his hands with a napkin before offering to shake the young man’s hand - even though he hadn’t any reason to do so. “Dr. Gade. It’s a pleasure.”

[dhnyiseul]

❛ can i help you carry your stuff? it seems heavy. ❜

prompt #001 : @dhnsiwon

she knew she had a packed schedule for the day - a meeting with her advisor at 9 in the morning, followed by a coaching session all the way across seoul at 2pm and now she’s got to submit her meeting minutes for the meeting with her advisor by midnight. yiseul regrets not taking her car as her mode of transport today, it would have made it much easier for her to transport her training equipment along with her research stuff.

having getting caught up in her own thoughts as she made her way to the dog cafe, she nearly didn’t hear siwon’s offer. with a grateful beaming smile on her face, she nods thankfully, “have i ever told you how much of a lifesaver you are, siwon-ah?”

she hands him her gymbag where the shape of her table tennis rackets protruded through the zips as they entered the cafe, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee hitting her nose. “oh yeah, you can try out one of my rackets later, if you want. i remember how you eyed the rackets last time you came to watch me play,” the former athlete nudged jokingly at the younger, a fond smile playing on her lips. 

“you know, my juniors were asking me why you looked like you were ready to attack me for my racket,” yiseul said, trying her best not to crack up at the memory of her younger table tennis juniors’ puzzled face. they had been lovestruck by siwon’s cheerful personality coupled with his good looks until they saw him in his full table tennis fan mode. “they said you still looked very handsome even when scary. seems like someone has fans.”

[dhnllyr-blog]

❛ look, i know this is creepy, but can i please borrow the restroom? ❜

ᴅᴀᴇʜᴀɴɢɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴛs #001

ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴜɴғᴏʟᴅs ғᴏʀ @dhnsiwon​

Spoken language guideline: { Japanese. } Korean. English.

“If you consider borrowing the restroom to be creepy, you have a really lopsided perception of what’s creepy and what isn’t.” He informs calmly, hoping his intention to let the other borrow his restroom is made clear enough. If not, his words are soon followed by a gesture that emphasizes what he means in a quite obvious manner. “Something creepy would have been like... you asking me if you could borrow my fridge and then getting a plastic box with a kidney out of your backpack. That’s creepy. Or weird. Or whatever. Not asking to borrow the restroom. It’s not like we all don’t have basic needs.” 

Fingers thread through stubborn dark locks in an attempt to push them out of his eyes. Without much success of course, as they end up falling right back the very same instant he pulls his hand back. Frustrating. “So if i haven’t made it clear enough yet, you can borrow the restroom. Down the hall to the left. Second door.”