#mixsica

[mijaerim-blog]

“Everything hurts.”

“That’s because you were stabbed, beautiful.” 

The laugh that leaves him is dry because he’s choking back the tears, a hand running throughout her soft hair. His head is leaning against her pillow and his eyes are closed, shaking his head in disbelief. They were in a fucked up world when the epitome of kind had been left outside the hospital, bloodied and bruised by an unknown assailant. 

It was rare that he took the graveyard shift, the hospital worked with his timetable to accommodate his daughter in his life and it’s on rare occasion he gets called in at midnight, but turns out Mrs. Han couldn’t force another stroke so he had to come in because she only preferred him out of the plethora of vascular surgeons of her choosing. 

When he parked up his car with two coffees in hand - naturally, one for his right hand because who else in their right mind would drink a venti double-mocha blend with whipped cream and caramel syrup? Her. Jaerim would always retort how it would taste like feet and she’d always reply how his whole milk lattes would be the end of his waistline.

Except he was met with the sight of a torn and bruised Jessica bleeding out on the floor, causing both of the coffees to drop from his hands. 

He cradled her frame to his chest and rushed in, the other doctors startled at the sight of the two and mainly the vast blood gushing out of her and staining his white gowns.

Jaerim decided to take charge. He was the one who found her outside the hospital, fetal position and bleeding from the spleen outwards. Being trained in his profession had caused him to see a spectrum of fucked up things, but there was one thing you could never get used to, and that was seeing someone you loved on the floor. The other surgeons said he wouldn’t be emotional objective to carry out the operation but he was the one carrying her body, he was the one who knew what to do and he was going to do it whether it was by hook or by crook. 

The operation took five hours and much to everyones surprise, he was in charge, objective and he managed to talk to the patient (it was odd calling her that, she was Jessica, HIS Jessica.) throughout the procedure. In the end the female was left with deep stitches and she’d have to be on rest (he’d damn well make sure she was on paid leave, that’s for sure) for a very long time. 

When she was wheeled into the recovery ward, the nurses had insisted that he get changed out of his clothes but he refused to let a minute go by where he wasn’t by her side, so he simply drew the curtains around her section and stayed by her side. His hand had slipped into hers and he intwined their fingers, his head resting near her pillow whilst she slept in a morphine daze. 

Her fond voice broke the trance of his own illusive attitude of where he kept quiet and gave her hands gentle squeezes where he could, ignoring the blood splatter on his clothes and cheek. Relief washed over him like a cool Hawaiian wave.

Inhale, exhale, she’s okay. 

Jaerim leaned in to press a soft kiss against her forehead and refused to let go of her hand, pulling back slightly so he could check her steadied vitals. “You said my coffee habits would kill me..” His voice was cracked, croaky almost. 

“But damn, you nearly beat me to it.”

[jeonggukxmi]

“You hit me.”

▓█ au (i hope omg)  ▬▬▬▬ present day  ▬▬▬▬ potential starter drabble

how he ended up the getaway driver in this mission, he doesn’t know. he would complain about the higher ups, and some genius figuring he’d do well enough with cars, since he’s good with all other kinds of technology, and cars are “close enough,” but he doesn’t know if there are higher ups higher than him now-- he is, after all, “top dog,” according to vanguard’s second in command herself.

still, he is behind the wheel, and they’re lucky he can drive at all, let alone better than most under pressure. spotting gaps between cars to weave in between them is not so different from finding gaps in system security, though it’s so much more real and concrete; the stakes seem higher with a black lotus car somewhere behind them, with a hitman leaning out the window firing shots that already cracked the back window.

the woman is standing in the road. one minute, the coast is clear, and then she’s there, like some god damn ghost materializing from the depths of hell.

he slams on the breaks, and he swears he doesn’t actually hit her-- but still, she slams on his window, and yells you hit me, you hit me, and she’s panicking and crying, and he wants to say if i hit you, you wouldn’t be able to stand up and bang on my window like that, trust me, but he’s momentarily stunned, because the gunfire stopped when she appeared, and he can only assume black lotus’s entourage trailing their car has mysteriously disappeared.

“keep your guns on the ready, but out of her sight,” he mutters to the rest of the vanguard members in the car before he rolls his window down, and offers her the most excruciatingly forced, falsely polite smile. 

“i’m sorry miss-- but you seem to be alright. really though i-- didn’t see you, i thought the road was clear. you’ll have to forgive me; you see--” he looks at her face, and the uneasiness he’s felt since her appearance finds its reason: she is the daughter of that judge whose name won’t come to him in this precise moment under such stress. his mind reels for a moment, adding together every bit of information he knows, about this situation and about her father--jung. last name: jung. these people involved in the law, and the money that comes with their work, are so often entangled in crime, too, and black lotus, and it’s all too coincidental.

“syndicate are on my trail and i really, really don’t have time for this,” and with that, he hits the gas again, hoping if it was her aim to stall him for some reason, she didn’t succeed.

[mi-web]

jessica seems like murder inc's own version of malfoy.. "my father will hear about this!"

[mijaerim-blog]

DALI: Do you have strange dreams or nightmares?

Sleep had been a difficult thing for him to obtain. It’s the balance between being a father, a surgeon and the second in command that had been difficult to weight to keep at an equal balance. It worked out in some wicked way. The hospital needed him for the morning to mid afternoon shift, his daughters school finishes at that time and then when she’s safely in bed under the watchful eye of a highly trained nanny and himself, he can tend to his duties at salvatore. There is the occasional one off where he’s required to go to the hospital at midnight but that’s a rare feat. Subsequently sleep had proven to be a fairly difficult factor for him to weasel in but when he does, he’s knocked out like a light. He manages a rough five to six hours and on a good night, it’s seven hours but he averages out to six. “Truthfully, I don’t have much time to sleep. I’m just.. asleep, passed out like a light. I don’t have dreams but I did when I was a teenager. A recurring dream about me and.. well, Julia Roberts, but that’s another dream for me to keep dear in my heart.” A little playful wink came about his words as he reclined back into his seat, pondering if he could sleep in the brief shift he had off for two hours.