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[xdrdoyeon-blog]

knock out .

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her head throbs in pain. 

migraines themselves aren’t all that unusual for doyeon to experience, but it’s been a while since one hit her with such intensity. even after taking a copious amount of painkillers, she still feels nauseous, her vision blurring around the edges as she trudges to the kwoon combat room feeling like death itself. the smart thing to do right now would be to lie down and ride it out—but she’s supposed to be doing physical training today. doyeon has a schedule to follow; she can’t afford to fall behind. how is she supposed to improve if she just arbitrarily decides to attend or not?

even though it takes most of doyeon’s willpower to remain focused during the lesson, she somehow makes it through the first leg of it without passing out or throwing up ( or both ). after that, the group splits off to spar with the dummies, and doyeon thinks this is one thing she can do without making too much of a mess of herself—even if her head hurts too much, her body remembers. muscle memory can be a powerful thing, and she hopes it’s enough to carry her through for the next half hour, at least. 

but she overestimates herself with one swift punch to the dummy; it ricochets back and slams into her face, sending her reeling back. doyeon trips over the mat and falls to the ground, biting back a cry of pain. she fails spectacularly at it, and the low keening noise that escapes her mouth is fifty different shades of embarrassing—but it’s nothing compared to the sharp, stabbing pain she feels on her face, nor the slow, warm drip-drip of blood from her nose. 

she licks it up, then feels like gagging immediately. it is disgusting and terrifying and so red against her skin. doyeon attempts to stem the flow, but even brushing her hands against her nose sends a jolt of pain through her. oh no, what if it’s broken? what if this stupid practice dummy actually broke her nose? panic begins to bubble up in her chest, but no one else in the room seems to be alert to her distress. or they’re simply ignoring her—and she wouldn’t blame them. she should be able to take care of a minor injury like this on her own. 

but it hurts and she’s tired and she doesn’t think she can muster the energy to force herself up, much less to the infirmary to get this looked at. 

[xdrjungwoo-blog]

Regain

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Free time isn’t always something Jungwoo is fond of. It often means two things: too much stuff to do, or little to nothing to do. Right now, it’s the latter. 

The boy finds himself striding through the academy, his mind often blanking at the sight of anything that would inspire him, derailing his thoughts into theories and math anyone else but Jungwoo would consume himself in. He lets his feet blindly lead him to whatever destination it desires, and it doesn’t take long for him to realise where he is when he finds a familiar face from the corner of his eyes.

The man he sees is different to the man he remembers; his mentor who helped him sharpen whatever athletic skills he had with smiles that would always encourage the young, aspiring cadet. It’s been awhile since the last time he talks to the older, and it’s almost crystal clear how changed he is from the time he has not spoken to him. This fact almost makes Jungwoo feel guilty, and he finds himself missing the smile the older used to readily give him.

Suddenly the cadet finds himself with a mission: one smile from Jisoo.

Without wasting much time the boy turns on his heel towards the male (despite how obviously preoccupied the other is), wearing a blinding, almost innocent smile on his face.

“Hyung!” Jungwoo exclaims a little too loudly, skipping towards the older. It looks as if butterflies and birds are flying around him, along with a fairy tale-like symphony accompanying the younger. “Hey Hyung!” He greets once again, clinging to the man as if no time passed between them. “Are you busy? Let’s go out!” He punctuates it with an even wider smile, beaming at the older, hopeful.