#nssomi

[nshaewon-blog]

( last friday night ).

↪ on the line... @nssomi

Heels clacked almost obnoxiously across the tile floor as Haewon made her way toward the Medical Bay, a collection of file folders tucked neatly into the crook of her elbow. It wasn’t often that she visited this area of HQ--- in fact, she’d only been here three times before: once on her orientation tour and twice more to check on a clandestine agent who’d gotten injured while she was on the line with them. So, one could conclude that the linguist didn’t get many assignments that coincided with the medical agents in the building. And that conclusion would be correct, to a certain extent. She translated research papers and medical records fairly often, but every time before now, she’d been told to slip the original document along with her translation back into the filing room when she was done--- never had a translation been so urgent that it needed to be taken straight to the Medical Bay upon completion. But there was a first time for everything, she could only assume.

The sterile white walls had Haewon feeling a bit nervous, as she’d never particularly liked hospitals or anything of the sort, and she found herself aching to get this over with so that she could return to the familiarity of her own desk. Rows upon rows of closed office doors passed as she navigated her way through the twisted hallways, counting down the numbers on the wall until she found the room number that had been mentioned to her when she’d gotten the assignment.

Knocking politely against the open doorway, Haewon took a single step into the room, eyes glued to the files in her hand. “Hi--- I’m the linguist, I was told you needed these files for a patient?” Slowly, she lifted her line of sight to make polite eye contact with the agent behind the desk, only for something to catch in her throat as she caught sight of a familiar face. Not exactly a face that she’d ever thought she’d see again. Feet frozen in place for a moment, she openly stared across the room, a constant stream of questions playing over and over in her head.

[kiteunns]

💉☕️🎼🛏

💉 — how often do you get sick? how do you feel about doctors?

Hyemi does not go to the doctors, ever, that’s final. She would prefer handling it herself in such a way that the female believes she knows more than those who spent years and millions on medical education.

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☕️ — do you prefer coffee or tea? why?

Her smile greeted the young female, an apron tied around her waist. “Would you like the usual or do you want to try our new drink?” Hyemi only nodded towards the usual order of blended ice cream and coffee that was swirled with traces of vanilla and whipped cream. The fact alone that, even a freshly hired teenager of the barista store, could point out her features with acquaintanceship, proved maybe she drained too many mornings ordering the same caffeine before work. Her sight traced off to other points of the menu out of curiosity, although her head only shook when she saw a category for tea because tea always irked her in the wrong ways and gave her headaches due to an intense scent.

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🎼 — how often do you listen to music? if so, what are your favorite songs?

Soothing could be listed as an understatement when it came to slower songs written in various languages. The way it eased her muscles and calmed her mind without a second thought, it was rather amazing how fast she could become relaxed with such simple words and music beats. Yet that doesn’t mean Hyemi listened to music very often, actually, the female typically did not listen to such things unless her moods were swinging. Just in that moment, headphones took over her alignments as she laid on her bed, watching the ceiling as her eyes slowly fell closed to a soft slumber.

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🛏 — do you live at the dormitories or another place? where?

Hyemi had returned home after another sustained day, almost immediately throwing her keys onto the counter as she entered the apartment brimmed with boxes and little to no furniture. It only recently did she move out of the dorm system once receiving her new agency listing, but she didn’t exactly pick a place that was too far from work, she stayed close to the headquarters. Sungjoo long promised to help her remove the unwelcoming boxes by creating a developed apartment that was less stress-inducing, however, the young female had to handle what she had for now.

[nskwon]

💣💉👪

ask memes I : headcanons.💣 — what’s the most unforgettable memory you have since you joined the agency?

The most unforgettable memory Seojus has ever since he joined NIS isn’t a happy one, but that’s already very obvious so it’s not gonna be the one mentioned this time. 

If he had to choose a happy memory, it’d definitely be his first mission: he was filled with adrenaline and excitement and he couldn’t wait to put everything he had learned into practice. He will admit that not everything was perfect like he had imagined, but he was very happy with his performance. He was happy, for finally being able to help his country and do something good.

💉 — how often do you get sick? how do you feel about doctors? 

He doesn’t get sick often, Seojun takes really good care of his health and his immune system is pretty strong, but he does get hurt every now and then. More often than he’d like, to be honest, due to practice with the trainees and also because of missions themselves. He has to visit the medical bay at least once a week, and for his misfortune, he always gets to have his appointments with Dr. Im Doyoon ( @nsdoyoon ) --- and he hates that man with every fiber of his body. He doesn’t have anything against doctors, only against Doyoon himself.

👪 — what’s your relationship with your family? do you keep in touch?

Already answered here!

[nsminjae-blog]

change of habit.

@nssomi

It’s almost 1PM when Minjae leaves his office and walks to the fourth floor, right wing, in search of the one person that wouldn’t say no to his little suggestion: it was lunch time, after all. He usually orders food or takes something from home to eat at lunch in his office, but sometimes he does feel lazy or in need of a little change of habit --- and that’s the situation this time.

As usual, once he gets at the medical bay, he knocks on one of the doors and opens it briefly once he has his friend’s consent to walk inside, and with a big smile on his face, he steps into the room and speaks with a cheerful tone on his voice, “Hello, Somi!”

He walks towards the woman’s desk and sits on the chair right in front of her, resting his chin on his hands as he leans on his elbows. “Wanna go get lunch with me?” He asks, “I’ve heard there’s a new restaurant down the street, we could go there and see if it’s nice.”