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[gongyoohooo]

Adrift Wings * Yoo & Wheein

Ignorance, not something to describe the flashy dragon man. As it is, if something needs his attention, then he shall bestow such attention to that something. Needless to say, Yoo is already on the plot of Seoul Forest, past the midnight hour and nearing the time of witches. A voicemail so strange clings to his head, about pain; about hurt; about help. The voice of Wheein rings in his right ear clears as day, while Yoo sets it back to the beginning of the message and hoping to find a single clue where to find her in this city forest park. Not another soul in sight during this early of a morning. Like a runaway prisoner, he hustles behind every nook and cranny in desperate search of his friend, who might lose consciousness at any moment! Dire consequences face him, the burden of someone’s life resting upon his shoulders.

Resorting to all tactics, he screams her name in hopes of hearing her reply, “Wheein!” That girl first met in a quaint cafe, where he just happens to order the exact same, convoluted drink in coincidence. There are no coincidences. She must be here somewhere! With no logical sense left, he scurries to a denser section, a place he has yet to scan and scour. His sweatshirt slowly dirties away, Yoo minding none about his sleeves as he brushes left and right, from branch to bush to ground. “Agh, if I find that girl alive, I’m gonna give her a peace of my mind.” Grumbling meets annoyance as Yoo ponders the possibility of a prank, assuming the highest severity. Thoughts of all the times they come out to visit the areas of Seoul comfort him and fuel his avid searching. A figure in a distance now in his sights, “Wheein, is that you?!”

[stxahreum]

━ ( ✖︎ . FRAIL ❜ › mar & jwi )

           Overworking for Ahreum was common. Work filled in the void that grew and grew through each passing decade. And while she was special, she was not immortal. She was not made out of steel. And sadly, she was more vulnerable than others. While she possessed gifts that would make life easier, it wasn’t always easy to muster enough of her powers to fully heal herself. She had been coughing, sneezing and running with a high fever for a month. And while many would have been admitted to the hospital -- especially seeing her low white blood cell count -- she stayed in her office. Conveniently, there was a bed there that she often used when she worked late.

             However, there were more pressing matters than her own sickness. A few days ago, Ahreum had a surprise visit by a certain pixie. She was pleased, thinking that there was another reason to her visit. But when she noticed the signs, she felt her heart sink. Eventually, she had to put up an excuse for Wheein to be able to treat her personally. It went against her morals and her extreme pride in her work but...this was not a simple cold. 

             And so, she decided to drop by Wheein’s place every day. Whether it be on her break or in the weekends. Until she was better. Although using her abilities frightened her, she was sure that using a little bit every day (distributing it evenly between her and Wheein) would help her friend get better. Today she planned on visiting her once again, stopping by the grocery store to buy some fresh fruit and ingredients to make her some congee. Not only was she skilled in healing, she was also a good cook.

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