#resuecitate

[idninetytwo]

i am missing you, terribly. i wish you are alright, wherever you are. and that you're healthy and warm. you are loved by me, always.

ah, my little sushi. I miss you as well. I am healthily, I think lol, and I’m doing very well. how’s life? how is school going? are you eating well and enjoying life? I have so many questions I hope you and I can talk soon.

[leaderbyg]

resuecitate.

oh you poor thing. you may just be missing me – kidding. god no, you’re not dying! i’ve been getting awful ones myself for the past couple of days… have you been sleeping at all mr. bang? tsk. if that migraine persists, i might as well admit you to my care. 

maybe! it has been a while. you know, the last time we talked, i specifically recall us saying we should talk more often and not vanish again. we’re both filthy liars. i’m ashamed--just of me, of course. i’m not gonna be ashamed of you.  the other day i slept...almost 24 hours. i think my body went into deep shock with how much sleep i got compared to how little i usually get. don’t scold me for that either, you know i’m busy. it feels a little better today, i’ve been chugging bottles of water. but it doesn’t feel 100%. is there an expensive fee for you to take care of me? i’d prefer to save as much money as i can to fuel my ramyeon addiction.

[04boy-blog]

— & CONTINUED !! @resuescitate

he’d say that out of the many words to describe himself, tolerant was not very high up on the list. although brushing it off was another trait that helped, he still had his moments where he couldn’t help but be frustrated. 

the backstage was a mess. last minute performance rearrangements ended up complicating the entire show and all the members of exo were frantically running around trying to get to their place in time (and in one piece). heck- for one song, he was wearing the wrong outfit and nearly tripped trying to transition to the next. after a heated discussion with the staff, a brief intermission was made in the middle of the concert to finally put an end to this chaos

while the rest of the members were resting up in their dressing room, he pushed through the hustle of staff to the back outside. well- not outside but close enough to the backstage door for him to get a breather. leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes only briefly before feeling a nudge at his...lower leg? suddenly surprised, he peered down to be greeted by the small furry creature, immediately scooping it up because god- he could not resist dogs. 

after getting a few shady looks from his makeup noonas he realized a giant bold sign at the front of the entrance, 

NO FOOD, DRINK OR ANIMALS ALLOWED BACKSTAGE. 

“shit.” immediately after reading the sign he stepped outside, tucking the small pup in his jacket to conceal it before greeting a young lady. opening his mouth to ask if this was hers his manager poked his head out, giving him a scowling look. “what’s going on here, baek?”

there was an awkward silence between the three, both eyes on him waiting for an answer before the male turned to face the girl, giving her the meanest and serious look he could conjure- 

“n-no! i said no pets! why did you bring the dog?!" 

seeing the girl’s face fall with sudden fear he quickly shot a glance at his manager. “I got this. give me five seconds to deal with her.” with an exasperated sigh he did leave and before baekhyun could even apologize, the dog was snatched and he was even more surprised by the sudden roll of apologies from the other. but halfway through her apology the music cued for the beginning of the second half of their concert completely cut off what she was saying and he held a hand up to his ear, indicating that he couldn’t hear her.

after hearing her yell the rest he blinked with wide eyes. “o-oh? wait! i just- how did your dog get here? I just want to know?”

[medvcs]

↺ loading… @resuescitate​, you’re up!

Dabbling to be a cardiologist and a medical professor was difficult -- especially for Winston’s age. But hey, he can’t complain. He loved his job(s) more than anything. Well -- aside from his family and friends. 

He hummed as he wandered around with his hands tucked in the pockets of his dress pants. His eyes would wander to the ground and watched as his feet did the walking until he ran into something -- or someone. Looking up, he blinked his wide eyes. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry -- are you okay?”