FOUR WALLS
accio — @mmjaeho !
maybe he should consider packing his bags and moving here permanently. he’s been confined inside these septic, plain white walls often enough. every time it’s the same careful, stern words of advice. and every time he nods wholeheartedly. resolution in his eyes. resolve in his steps. yet, every time he always somehow ends up back here: square one.
sure, sunwoo’s been careless the countless times before, popping the nearest snack into his welcoming mouth without much thought or question. and yes, that’s occasionally gotten him into some ( a lot ) of trouble, but that’s what the doctors at ymmc were for, right ?
what’s different this time though, is the circumstance. this time it wasn’t his fault. this time it hit him blindsided. he’s not sure who, what, where, when, or how. all he does know is that someone, something slipped a trace of the wretched allergen into his food, and now—well, now all has been said and done.
he shifts uncomfortably in the examination chair, mentally preparing to confess all this and more to a certain, disapproving scowl, which ( unfortunately ) sunwoo is all too familiar with.
his inner turmoil, however, dissipates as soon as the door opens, revealing—“jaeho hyung !” csi: yosul will just have to wait then, at least until the itching of his skin and the tightness in his throat goes away.
“nice to see you again, i guess ?” he tries to hide the sheepishness with a chuckle, but instead it comes out forced. awkward.
