#icdin

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icdin replied to your post:i think you should be my new best friend.

you totally just fried my brain there alice but yes hello i’m dongwoo! and i’m terribly sorry but now you’re stuck with me.

why hello, dongwoo. it's a pleasure to meet you! gosh darn it, what did i get myself into? it must be terrible being stuck to you, like what if you need to go to the bathroom? i can't detach myself from you to give you privacy. we should call for help.

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icdin said: i could always try. i’m a great listener. what’s wrong?

I don't think there's much to explain. I'm just not feeling it anymore. Things got to the point I stopped believing in myself yet in that the future is going to change. I already feel like it's the end. Not to mention my love life that's got broken into million pieces. I'm not good enough in anything I do, even my job is not making me happy anymore. It's got serious.

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parlez-vouz français? je m'appelle dongwoo.

Ah, oui. Vouz parlez français aussi? Je m'appelle Dusk. Enchanté.

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» One Time Deal «

He really didn't think it to be too much of an inconvenience when he had gotten the call that a particular customer had requested for a special 'home' delivery for a few new releases he had managed to get his hands on.

"He's really sick!" The woman on the phone explained fir the fourth time since Chan took the call. His lack of a real response other than a hum of acknowledgment wasn't enough to convince the woman that he were actually really interested in the deal. "He'd really appreciate it! Oh please, if you could bring them later today, I'll give you a little something extra for your troubles.” Of course, he denied the extra payment. Helping someone was enough motivation for the man.

And there he was, standing by the hospital's check in desk. Waiting for a nurse to confirm with another that Himchan's visit for the patient in particular was confirmed.

"Mr. Kim? You can follow me this way, I'll take you right to him.”

Letting the nurse lead the way, he didn’t pay too much mind to his surroundings. Never having anyone to express his fears and thoughts to, it wasn’t a surprise (to himself), that he hadn’t gotten over how uneasy hospital halls made him. The inevitable swelling in his chest soon churning his stomach the further he proceeded, he whispers a calming spell to himself, one his mother always would say to soothe him during those times in need.

“Mr. Kim?” The nurse questions for the third time-- he hadn’t realized that he had completely shut out the entire trip.

Oh. . . this might be bad later. . .

“He’s right through here! Please make sure to use the sanitizing station before entering and leaving. And also make sure to check out after you visit, alright?”

With a simple nod, he gives her a more formal bow as she begun to attend whatever it had been she were doing before. Following her instruction he cleans his hands. Once finished, he knocks, waiting for whomever on the other side to grant him access.

“Come in!”

Ah. . . Ne. .

Peeking through the door, it took a lot of stress off the dull man to see that only one person had been sitting in the room.

Thank goodness. . .

“J-Jang Dongwoo.” He softly calls, bowing a bit as he were sure the only one sitting in the bed was infact the one he had been looking for. Carefully, he enters, keeping his actions small and his tone low. Not exactly for the other’s behalf, figuring (from experience) that it was some unspoken code for visitors to keep their tone down. It was just how he was.

“Ah. . .” He softly tries again, only to give up before he could even begin. He couldn’t help but bow again, apologetic, as he holds out a brown paper bag with the man’s name scribbled on it along with the contents inside. “Delivery. . .”