❝ ALL OF ME —
it's not uncommon.
it's not uncommon, she reminds herself, to dislike hospitals; after all, what is there to like? from the whitewashed floors and walls, to the scent of antiseptic that somehow managed to settle on her tongue--there's nothing amicable about sick houses, nothing at all, so she doesn't have to be so frustrated with herself, by the fact that she needs to pause a few steps into the hospital's lobby, by the fact that she needs to concentrate on the comforting crescendo of a hum of the happy pill she'd taken prior to her excursion.
white fingers curl and uncurl around the stems of the bouquet in her hands and her lips slip into a small, sweet smile; she makes her way to the front desk, growing into her expression and role--she's here to offer support, comfort, so she'd do it! she'd definitely do it; the mutant remembers all too well the desolation of the injured--stiff, sedated and solitary. the moment she passes the lobby, the brunette takes to floating, gaze gripping every spot of colour they could find; yellow wristbands, a shock of violet hair--it's han quality, she thinks, the quirk of her mouth deepening as her eyes catch their next target, a nurse's bright green shoes.
when jinri finally reaches taekwoon's room, she raises a hesitant left fist, tapping at the door idly. a few seconds pass before she grows a combination of curious and impatient, hand dropping to wrap around the doorknob and turn, head peeking through the gap she creates.
"oppa?"
