Ahn Eunkyung, M.D.

work until you no longer have to introduce yourself - unknown

[wyeunkyung]

a sister is both a mirror and an opposite | rubi

[wyeunkyung]

wyzvyr:

Finally, after short moments of them conversing alongside sleeves and gentle fingertips, she had finally ceased the tears that were staining her, now, rosy cheeks. There was a slight church within her stomach when her sister said she would be moving out, but she smiled through it, nodding as she let their arms hook and the two of them walking– heading to the baggage claim to watch the spindle of falling luggage.

Rubi knowing exactly which was Emmy’s because although much had changed with her sister, there were just some things that never did change. There was a bit of relief with that statement though, all of the sudden changes in her sister and her life have been just overwhelming her so much. Ironically, Rubi had changed quite a bit– the shy, crybaby who had always clung to her siblings was near nonexistent now and she was a grown woman now. Although she was still naive and young in her own ways, she had grown in many more.

Going out to haul a taxi one finished with things, that had taken a moment, but within a short amount of time– she found herself placing the luggage into the trunk– pushing her sister to sit as she did the heavy grunt work and quickly let herself seat in back beside her sister after she gave the taxi driver their address.

With all honesty, in the past few years, the small visits from her sister had become more of a rarity– what, with what she was sure was medical school and tests, all of her new city friends, work– the whole package. With the absence, she did feel nervous as she wondered if her sister had changed in this time, but change was such an inevitable concept, she just hoped it wasn’t too much. Part of her was afraid that the sister she remembered would slowly become someone she didn’t know.

tilting her head just a little though, she smiled. her sister was still the same no matter what. “I’ll text mom about the yukgaejang” she murmured as she let her body slump over to one side so she could snuggle into her sister’s side affectionately, bringing her phone out to text their mom and see what ingredients were in the house or if they would have to go out and buy more.

“Hmm~” she hummed quietly after it was sent, pondering on what she could talk about while they took a moment to wait, it wasn’t a long drive– but it was longer than most to get from the city to the countryside. “Can you tell me any new stories about your time in Seoul, eonni?” her voice was hopeful, curious as she peeked up to the elder beside her–letting her arm link with the other as she did. “Curious, curious~ I’m so curious ~ !” She hummed, giggling as she did– using her aegyeo in this time despite probably not necessarily needing to do so to get a response from her.

---

The time seemed to fly past as the two girls made their way through the airport. Aside from a quick spat over who would take her luggage - Eunkyung lost - they got into the taxi without any problems.

Sitting in the back of the car with Rubi brought back many memories for Eunkyung. They had sat together countless times over the years, doing everything from singing along to a song at very loud and out of tune notes to sitting quietly and reading next to each other. It was true that things were different between them - how could they not be, with her being away from home for so long. But there was still the same ease between them, which Eunkyung was immensely glad for. Some things may have changed, but others never would.

Eunkyung laughed at her sister’s tone. “I don’t know that I have any new stories…” She thought for a few moments. “Most of my time was spent studying or at the hospital - though there are some funny stories of patients I’ve had.” Eunkyung snuggled in closer to her sister. “Some people can be so stupid, it’s amazing. There was this one elderly man who came in sitting in a wheelchair or his first check up with me, but when I asked him if he had any medical issues, he said no. So I asked him why he was in a wheelchair - turns out that he had type two diabetes and experienced several strokes within the last year.” She chuckled softly at the memory. “I know it’s not that funny, but at the time I had a really hard time keeping a straight face in front of him.”

[wyeunkyung]

wykj

         ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴs ʜɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀs ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀsɪᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ. after all, a slouchy posture would perhaps make the wound tingle a little more than normal. he sits up, listening to her speak, sharp girl. ❝ i have the weapon with me, if you’d like to see it. ❞ reluctance lingering through his last few syllables at the realisation that the thugs arm had still been stuck to the blade, that he thrown in his car.

❝ but… it’s in the car. but i can give you an almost perfect description of it. ❞ he pauses for a moment, obsidian hues drift upwards in thought, downturned lips that were bitten down by canines, a slight hum leaving him, ❝ a gerber machete, about the size of my forearm, perhaps produced in the late 2000s, the blade itself was an almost black colour, probably due to being manufactured by carbon spring steels. it wasn’t too heavy, a few kilos at best. the blade wasn’t thick, it was… ❞ his arm raising, as fingers form an action dictating its width, before a shrug leaves him.

❝ so, what’s the diagnosis, doc ? ❞

--

Eunkyung continued to probe the wound as Jin described the weapon. After careful inspection, she pulled her bag closer to her and took out her disinfectant. “Well, it sounds like the weapon was clean, at least. But - a black machete? Really? Whoever attacked you has a flair for the melodramatic.” She sighed as she continued to apply the disinfectant.

“Aside from the obvious gaping hole in your chest, you also have several fractured ribs. If it had gone any deeper, you would have had a punctured lung. There’s nothing unusual in the wound, so that’s something. As it is, I’m going to have to sew you up, then put a brace on your chest so that the bones heal back into the correct place. Normally, I would say we should go to the hospital, but I suppose you won’t want to do that either.”

Once the area around the gash was cleaned, Eunkyung stood up. “Now, in order to do the stitches, you need to be lying down. Using the table would be best.” She began to clear the cups to the counter. As she came back to the newly empty table, she gestured to Jin. “Whenever you’re ready.”

[wyeunkyung]

wy-sunny:

                                             cup of coffee // @wyeunkyung                                                                             ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

it wasn’t something that sunny did often. he tasted the bitter taste of coffee that coated his tongue every time he took even a sip. but his energy was running dry. he hadn’t eaten all day, going from photo shoot to photo shoot. not to mention the fact that he had training in the midst of it. no matter how many sessions he had taken, he would still remain slightly sore after it. though as of recently, he hadn’t been knocked down, no matter whoever he fought. he was tiny but lethal, quick on his feet so that it was like no one ever saw him.

he walked up to the counter quickly ordered himself a drink, not even sparing a second glance as he pulled out his black card and handed it to the barista. he reminded them to make it quick, he didn’t have time to be waiting in line. it wasn’t something that he was used to. he preferred to preen in a hotel room while someone else brought him everything he wanted. but there he was, standing in line with an obvious frown on his face.

when he finally did move to taste it, he couldn’t help but deepen the frown into nothing but a scowl. he raised an eyebrow at the barista that handed him his drink and exhaled sharply.

                   “this tastes like shit.”

he said in a deadpan voice before turning to the person next to him and handing her the cup.

                   “try this. tell me that this doesn’t taste like shit because i feel like i just got ripped off.”

--

Eunkyung wasn’t sure which days she enjoyed more: the ones when she was inside the hospital working, or the ones outside of it. It was as though she didn’t have to choose between her two fields, and instead had somehow been allowed to do them both. That’s not to say they weren’t exhausting.

Today was one of her visiting days, and Eunkyung was pretty sure that today was one of her busiest yet. She had already been to three homes that morning, and had several more patients lined up for the evening. Luckily they were all closer to Wonyang, so Eunkyung didn’t feel guilty about coming back into town to get a much needed cup of coffee.

She was standing in line at the cafe, going through her schedule on her phone when the cup of coffee was thrust into her face. Slightly confused, she took the man’s cup, sipped, then grimaced. “That’s... not very good. Still, it’s not necessarily a ‘I need a full refund’ bad - more of a ‘get a new cup of coffee’ bad.

[moonsoos]

do bong soon • episode eight 

[wyeunkyung]

I’m bACK GUYS!!! I’ll be getting to my replies ASAP - thank you for your patience!!

[wyeunkyung]

wyryu:

Kangdae had finally got around to spending more time in the neurology department, which is where he really felt at home after spending so much time with his father back home in Busan at their neurology department. All the diagrams in one of the offices were easy for him to read, since they were really made for a high school anatomy class almost. Currently, he was looking through some MRI scans of patients he’d been helping other interns with recently because they needed a second opinion and who better to ask than him? He liked showing off his skills and knowledge and getting the rightful praise in return.

He was making some notes in a patient folder when the head of his department came into the office. “There’s a case we want you to look at, There’s already one doctor on it, but we want to make sure this patient isn’t having a stroke or at risk for one and we thought this would be up your alley.” Kangdae nodded, excitement filling his body. He loved cases like these. But, he was also uneasy about working with someone else, especially someone in a completely other department, because he wasn’t one to share the glory. “Right, got it. Thanks.” And the head was off, leaving him to decide if he really wanted to help out or let another intern take it – and the second option wasn’t a choice. His father would have his head if he passed this up. Feeling his pager buzz in his coat pocket, he saw the message asking him to meet the fellow in the cafeteria at 1500 which was in fifteen minutes. Shrugging his shoulders, he let out a sigh and made his way down.

The feeling of excitement wore off soon when he really understood he’d have to work with someone else. Kangdae wasn’t really a “people person”, and even more so when it came to his job and lively hood. Loosing his tie slightly as he walked, he finally made it to the cafeteria with five minutes left to spare. The dark haired doctor looked around and his eyes landed on the person he assumed he’d be working with, and he walked up to her. “Dr. Ahn, I’m Ryu Kangdae, the person they asked to come help out.” He formally greeted, bowing quickly before taking a seat. “I was briefed somewhat before coming down here, and it sounds like an easy fix.”

---

Eunkyung rose slightly out of her seat to bow her head at the other man, then sat again. “Thank you for coming.” As they both sat, she pushed the file towards her fellow doctor. “I’m glad that you have already been briefed, but in the interest of time, I hope you will allow me to sum up the rest of the case.” Not waiting for a reply, she continued, “The patient is an adult male in his sixties with very high cholesterol levels. Shortly before his most recent checkup he experienced what appeared to be a stroke, which his family does have a history with. However, his granddaughter said the symptoms only lasted a few minutes, which lead me to believe that it was a TIA, and not a stroke. This is, of course, your area of expertise, which is why I was hoping for a second opinion.”

She pointed to a few notes at the bottom of one of the pages. “Based on his previous history, I’m nearly certain that he needs a carotid endarterectomy. However, I do want to be certain that there won’t be any more complications, especially while he’s on the operating table.”

[wyeunkyung]

wyseojun:

Seojun couldn’t say he was as outraged by the turn of events as Eunkyung seemed to be. It was inevitable really when considering the raised tones and the curled fists–they were all but SPITTING at each other. A part of Seojun was well aware that this feud had long since descended into the realm of pettiness, but for the life of him, he didn’t want to get out of it. Seojun liked being right just as much as he liked feeling justified. However at that present moment, he felt anything but. Unfinished words hung in the air, clarification he needed to make apparent. He was not at fault here.

The doctor shrugged his arm out of the steely grip, a fruitless task considering they had left just as soon as they had thrown the pair out. Seojun turned towards Eunkyung, his expression twitching. “This is my fault? You started shouting at me first!” His tone was reminiscent of that of a petulant child. Seojun was not usually like this–it seemed she brought out the worst in him. He couldn’t even find it within himself to feel guilty about having them evicted from the premises and her going without food. Suppose that was easy for him to say–he’d already eaten.

“I really don’t think you should be pointing fingers. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with the vending machine. Think you’re too good for it or something?” Seojun paused to study Eunkyung’s face, and despite it all, a snort escaped him. “You’re so red. You look like a little tomato.”

---

Eunkyung rolled her eyes in disgust at his tone, the fact that she was acting just as petulant escaping her. “It is too your fault! You’re the one who started all of this by rushing in front of me, when all I wanted was to get some food. And I’ll have you know that while I was studying, one of the only times I didn’t eat from the vending machine was during holidays when I was home with my family. So you’ll understand if I was hoping that this job would be different.”

Then he laughed at her. Of all the thing anyone had ever done, that was the one she hated the most. Her mouth opened in outrage. “How dare you - gah!” She practically screamed in frustration and whirled away from him, her middle finger clearly on display.

Eunkyung stalked back in the direction of the hospital, muttering angrily under her breath. “The nerve of the man! A tomato - I do not! What makes him think he has the right to insult me like that?” She was angry enough that she almost didn’t notice the footsteps just behind her. Once she did, she whirled incredulously. “Are you following me? I have no problem with punching you right in the middle of your smirking face if this keeps going.”

[wyeunkyung]

working together | kangdae

( @wyryu )

Eunkyung had experienced minimal problems with her in-hospital patients. The cases had all been relatively easy to diagnose and treat, until today. An elderly man had just been brought in by his granddaughter; he was convinced it was nothing serious, while she was concerned that he might have had a stroke. Eunkyung was relatively sure that she knew what the problem was, and that it wasn’t currently life threatening. However, she wanted to be completely certain of the diagnosis and be aware of any complications that might arise before bringing him into surgery.

Eunkyung wasn’t exactly thrilled to be asking for another opinion - only a week into her new job and she was already asking for help. It was only bearable if she looked at it as consulting another specialist, for the benefit of the patient. And that was what mattered, after all.

She had spoken with the head of the neurology department earlier that morning. He had assured her that he understood where she was coming from, but hadn’t seemed to share her urgency. Instead, he had given her the name of an intern who he was certain would be qualified to give a second opinion. Eunkyung found it a bit irritating that an intern was the first choice to help her, but who knew? Maybe he was brilliant - though she doubted it.

Regardless, she had asked the front desk to send a message to his pager, requesting that they meet in the cafeteria at 1500. She had arrived fifteen minutes early, and was currently going through her papers, a half finished mug of coffee next to her.

[wyeunkyung]

wykj

         ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ ɢʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs, ᴀs ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴅs ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. with her taking the lollipop, jin gave her a little wave as she left as a sign of reassurance. eunkyung’s following words only received a sarcastic chuckle, pain was no longer within his vocabulary, perhaps he’s broken too many bones and slit his own flesh one too many times that he has become desensitised to pain. hell yeah he felt it, but in no way did he acknowledge it as a feeling of pain, a masochist if you will. pain was but a meaningless process of recovery, scars held meanings, they were markings of stories that could be told amidst excitement. mundane hues do not flinch, as they do not falter under the pain of mere wounds.

the same hues glancing up at the other as she asked a question, ❝ you guessed right. ❞ raising a brow teasingly, as a smirk grew onto his features for a moment. ❝ you probably think i’m doing something illegal, don’t you ? ❞ tilting his head slightly, ❝ do i really look like someone who does things outside the law ? ❞ genuine curiosity evident in his eyes. ❝ if i told you, someone thought i was someone else who owned them money, so they tried to stab me but i made it out alive, would you believe me ? ❞

---

Kang Jin was one of her only patients that didn’t have a problem with pain. Though it was a little concerning where that trait came from, it was also a nice change for Eunkyung not to have to worry about squirming every time she came near an injury. Still, she raised an eyebrow at his attitude, unamused. “Let’s just say that people don’t normally get this kind of wound unless they’re doing something illegal. But even if you are, I’m only supposed to pry into my patient’s physicality, not their legality.”

Eunkyung slowly pulled the last bit of bandage away. Whoever had thought to bandage it had the right idea; anything this large had a high risk of infection if it wasn’t taken care of. The risk was even higher depending on how the cut had been inflicted. As she studied the wound, she thought about his question. “I don’t know that I would - but it’s nothing against you personally. I tend not to trust what anyone says without proof.”

She reached into her bag again. “Now, hold still. I’m going to make sure that there’s nothing inside the cut.” As Eunkyung carefully probed into the gash with her forceps, she said, “Will you at least tell me what type of weapon you were attacked with? Specifically the size, quality, and cleanliness of the blade.”

[wyeunkyung]

wyseojun

Okay, maybe he’d worded that wrong. Seojun just wanted to learn how to be the best version of himself he could possibly be in terms of medical proficiency. This certainly meant that he wished to introduce himself to those who were the best at their fields. His intentions were somewhat pure if not laced with a little selfishness–he wished for his patients to be able to get the best care possible, and if this meant that Seojun had to kiss ass in order to do that then so be it. However, the little mushroom that currently glared up at him had ruined this plan for him.

“I was there for the same reasons as you were,“ He answered with a slight curl to his lip. She was beginning to grate on his nerves now, especially when he heard what came out of her mouth next. Seojun looked rather comical, standing there with his mouth agape as if he were a fish struggling for air. “I was wrong?” Like the woman before him, Seojun’s voice replicated her higher tone. His own was shrill as he reacted to her audaciousness.

The tips of Seojun’s ears and the apples of his cheeks grew warm with indignation. “You–I—” Lost for words, Seojun was floundering. Embarrassing, really. Not only to himself, but to those that looked on towards the dispute. “Not everyone hates me! Except you, apparently. And as for my spacial awareness, there is NOTHING wrong with it. You on the other hand, should make noise when you walk. It’s downright creepy the way you just… appear.”

A hand came to Seojun’s elbow, followed by a not so gentle warning. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you both to leave.”

-----

It wasn’t that she drew satisfaction from his discomfort - alright, maybe it was. Eunkyung knew she was in the right in this situation, and she was not going to let the other’s attempts to turn the tables pass by her. But she wasn’t completely devoid of empathy, despite what had been said about her. The entire situation was becoming uncomfortable, for both of them. She was on the verge of just walking away, leaving them both to their mutual dislike of each other - then he started to come up with more excuses, and she threw her arms up in annoyance. “Oh, sure. Once again, giving the blame to anyone but yourself. Just because I walk softly doesn’t mean that it’s my fault. Honestly -”

She was interrupted by the barista grabbing their arms. As they began to escort the two out, Eunkyung turned on them. “Wh- now wait a minute! I am not at fault here! You can’t kick me out before I get lunch! I only have -” she glanced down to her watch “- fifteen minutes to get food and be back at the hospital, where I’ve got at least an eight hour shift waiting. Besides, he’s the one who started it!” Despite her continued protests, the two were not so gently ushered out of the cafe and left on the sidewalk.

Eunkyung huffed, straightening her jacket. “Well, I’m never going back there again.” She turned and glared at Seojun. “This is all your fault. Now I have to rush back to the hospital and grab something from the vending machine, because there won’t be enough time for me to eat anything else before my shift starts again.”

[wyeunkyung]

physical traits

eyes (general):

large / small / narrow / sharp / squinty / round / wide-set / close-set / almond-shaped / deep-set / sunken / bulging / protruding / wide / hooded / heavy-lidded / bright / sparkling / glittering / flecked / dull / bleary / rheumy / cloudy / red-rimmed / beady / bird-like / cat-like / jewel-like / steely / hard / long lashes / sweeping eyelashes / thick eyelashes

eyes (color):

chestnut / chocolate brown / cocoa brown / coffee brown / mocha / mahogany / sepia / sienna brown / mink brown / copper / amber / cognac / whiskey / brandy / honey / tawny / topaz / hazel / obsidian / onyx  / coal / raven / midnight / sky blue / sunny blue / cornflower blue / steel blue / ice blue / arctic blue / glacial blue / crystal blue / cerulean / electric blue / azure / lake blue / aquamarine / turquoise / denim blue / slate blue / slate gray / storm blue / storm gray / silver / silver gray / chrome / platinum / pewter / smoky gray / ash gray / concrete gray / dove gray / shark gray / fog gray / gunmetal gray / olive / emerald / leaf green / moss green /soft pink / seafoam / cyan / blood red / bright pink

eyebrows:

arched / straight / plucked / sparse / trim / dark / faint / thin / thick / unruly / bushy / heavy /curved

skin (general):

lined / wrinkled / seamed / leathery / sagging / drooping / loose / clear / smooth / silken / satiny / dry / flaky / scaly / plated / delicate / thin / translucent / luminescent / baby-soft / flawless / small pores / large pores / glowing / dewy / dull / velvety / fuzzy / rough / uneven /mottled / dimpled / doughy / firm / freckled / pimply / pockmarked / blemished / pitted /scarred / bruised / veined / scratched / sunburned / weather-beaten / raw / tattooed / metallic / pierced / scarification / natural armor

skin (color):

amber / bronze / cinnamon / copper / dark brown / deep brown / dark blue / ebony / pure white / honey / golden / pale / pallid / pasty / fair / light / cream / alabaster / ivory / bisque / milk / porcelain / chalky / sallow / olive / peach / rosy / ruddy / florid / russet / tawny / fawn / lurid / red / violet

face structure:

square / round / oblong / oval / elongated / narrow / heart-shaped / cat-like / wolfish / high forehead / broad forehead / prominent brow ridge / protruding brow bone / sharp cheekbones / high cheekbones / angular cheekbones / hollow cheeks / square jaw / chiseled / sculpted / craggy / soft / jowly / jutting chin / pointed chin / weak chin / receding chin / double chin / cleft chin / dimple in chin / visible adam’s apple / carved features / carved jawline / fine features

nose:

snub / dainty / button / turned-up / long / broad / thin / straight / pointed / crooked / aquiline / roman / bulbous / flared / hawk / strong / linear

mouth/lips:

thin / narrow / full / lush / cupid’s bow / rosebud / dry / cracked / chapped / moist / glossy /straight teeth / crooked teeth / gap between teeth / gleaming white teeth / yellowed teeth / braces / overbite / underbite / dimples / serrated teeth / curved teeth / fangs

hair (general):

long / short / shoulder-length / loose / limp / dull / shiny / glossy / sleek / smooth / luminous / lustrous / spiky / stringy / shaggy / tangled / messy / tousled / windswept / unkempt / straggly / neatly combed / parted / slicked down / slicked back / cropped / clipped / buzzed / buzz cut / curly / bushy / frizzy / wavy / straight / lanky / dry / oily / greasy / layers / corkscrews / spirals / ringlets / braids / dreadlocks / widow’s peak / bald / shaved / comb-over / thick / luxuriant / voluminous / full / wild / untamed / bouncy / wispy / fine / thinning / floorlength / coiffured / braid / plaits

hair (color):

black / blue-black / jet black / raven / ebony / inky black / midnight / sable / salt and pepper / silver / silver gray / charcoal gray / steel gray / white / snow-white / brown / brunette / chocolate brown / coffee brown / ash brown / brown sugar / nut brown / caramel / tawny brown / toffee brown / red / ginger / auburn / copper / strawberry blonde / butterscotch / honey / wheat / blonde / golden / sandy blond / flaxen / fair-haired / bleached / platinum / violet / dark green with pink highlights / rose / pastel pink / opalescent

body type:

tall / average height / short / petite / tiny / compact / big / large / burly / beefy / bulky / brawny / barrel-chested / heavy / heavy-set / fat / overweight / obese / flabby / chunky / chubby / pudgy / pot-bellied / portly / thick / stout / lush / plush / full-figured / ample / rounded / voluptuous / curvy / hourglass / plump / soft / leggy / long-legged / gangling / lanky / coltish / lissome / willowy / lithe / lean / svelte / slim / slender / trim / thin / skinny / emaciated / gaunt / bony / spare / solid / stocky / wiry / rangy / sinewy / stringy / ropy / sturdy / strapping / powerful / hulking / fit / athletic / toned / muscular / chiseled / taut / ripped / herculean / broad-shouldered / sloping shoulders / bowlegged

hands:

delicate / small / large / square / sturdy / strong / smooth / rough / calloused / elegant / plump / manicured / stubby fingers / long fingers / ragged nails / grimy fingernails / ink-stained / talons / long nails

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[wyeunkyung]

wyseojun:

Seojun could not believe what he was hearing. His jaw slacked for a moment, mouth gaping as his blank mind searched for words. She was certainly a BRAZEN one, and Seojun did not find it to be endearing. In fact, the impertinence reddened his cheeks and eyes narrowed. Seojun often kept a cool head–he had to, what with the revolving door of patients he faced everyday and their often tiresome relatives. However, he was easily offended. Over-sensitive, even. When Seojun felt as if he had been wronged, he did not like feeling as if he were backed in a corner. He would certainly fight his way out.

“Y-yes!” The stutter came as a result of both his shock and rising irritation. “I looked like an idiot in front of everyone. Do you know how many palms I could have greased but missed out because I looked like a ten year old? Nobody could take me seriously!” Seojun’s nose scrunched as he frowned heavily. “I’m Seojun. You know, the very Seojun you owe an APOLOGY to. I’m not leaving without one, so if you’re trying to get somewhere fast you better be quick with it.”

A cough sounded behind Seojun, and a disgruntled barista filled Seojun’s vision as he turned to seek the source of the noise. They gestured to the line forming behind them, but Seojun couldn’t find it in himself to care. “As you probably heard,” Seojun jabbed a thumb in Eunkyung’s direction. “–I’ll be out of your hair soon.” The smile plastered onto Seojun’s cheeks was forced as he turned back towards the woman.

-----

This man - Seojun, as she now knew, much to her displeasure - was really getting on her nerves.

Eunkyung knew that she had a short temper. There had been many times she wanted to yell at a patient or a relative, but she had, for the most part, restrained herself. That restraint did not always apply to her colleagues, however. She had alienated many of them with her inability to compromise, though it didn’t bother her that much. When things weren’t right, she tried to fix them - if they couldn’t handle that, it was too bad.

Despite her best efforts to reign in her anger, she grew more and more infuriated as they talked. Regardless of the reason, his attitude overrode any thought she had of trying to quickly end their confrontation.

“Oh, because greasing palms and making connections is ALL that matters at a medical conference. It’s not like we’re there to learn how we can better save lives, or anything foolish like that,” she scoffed. “And why would I apologize to someone who was obviously in the wrong in this situation?”

The barista coughed louder, trying again to interrupt, but Eunkyung ignored them, her voice continuing to rise. “After all, if you had any sort of spacial awareness, you would have known that you were in the way, and you wouldn’t have turned around the MOMENT I was next to you! So it’s technically your fault that any of this happened! But you want an apology? Fine.” Eunkyung plastered on a smile, just as fake as the one on the man in front of her. “Seojun, I am very sorry that you’re such an ass. It must be really hard to go through life knowing everyone hates you.”

[wyeunkyung]

a sister is both a mirror and an opposite | rubi

[wyeunkyung]

wyzvyr:

Everyone in their family seemed to have baby-like features, but for some reason– people always assumed that she was her older sister’s eonni, it was a little humorous to her in thought because of how much better and more achieved her sister was in comparison to her; It definitely would have been embarrassing if she was the eldest of them two in that case. Rubi always saw Emmy like she was the idol of the world; Emmy could do anything and everything in her eyes and always has been.

At least with emmy, she had a goal in mind to go for and this was something that most people didn’t even have, she should be so grateful– but sometimes this just made her feel so insecure about herself … Her sister was so similar to her but she trumped her in everything: She was prettier, Smarter, everything MORE. She couldn’t help looking in on herself and wondering why she couldn’t also be this way– but maybe this was normal between siblings? Who could tell, really?

There was no barrier to what she could do and she was the better to them– but this fact of the matter never made her feel hateful toward her sister, No, she loved her too much for that. This always just made her exhault the other above her and strengthen the undying love that she had for her as her sister who was beautiful, skilled, and talented. A Doctor, the dream of any parent– Their dreams had once collided and they wanted to both work and care for animals of some kind, but where she stayed in her niche, her sister had decided to be More.

See, their father was ill and this was the reason for their departure because for the sort of illness that he had– back in those days, there were no specialty doctors to handle such things. Emmy had decided she would follow behind and study to become a doctor so he would never have to worry again …  How many years had it been? It seemed like so many at this point… 10? Quite a few. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen her sister in that whole amount of time– holidays and birthdays always had them gathering up together to spend the needed family, quality time.

This time though, The gap between them was closing and Rubi would have been lying if she said she wasn’t feeling springs in her heels, drums in her chest, and butterflies in her stomach– she was ecstatic because she missed her family this much, they had always been close since they were a down-to-earth, farm type of home. It was almost humorous though because Rubi always felt like she, for the most part, held herself like a woman– but the moment her sister had passed through the door she felt the stinging tinge of tears begin to pool behind her eyes.

“Eonni!!” she was yelling excitedly, rushing past to hug the other tightly and give her the tightest of squeezes before pulling back and gently reaching up to touch the ends of her now short, bob. “What happened to your hair?!” she spoke in surprise between the tears that were trailing down her cheeks and she probably looked crazy at this moment but she was seriously just so happy to see her.

"Oh, It looks so pretty though!“ she quickly added in before just a split second later, looking behind her, "Did dad decide to bring the stuff to move through truck instead?” She continued to push her with question after question, in her pure excitement. “You look so pretty! ahh,” a soft sniffle left her before she was bringing her arm up to move her glasses and rub at her eyes with her sleeves. “Sorry, I just got emotional–” she murmured softly with a weak laugh at her own self.  She didn’t normally cry when she came home but maybe it was the fact that her sister would be staying now, that it just made her so happy she was moved to tears. “I Missed you … ”

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Eunkyung loved her family. They had always been the most important thing in her life. Her father had always supported what she wanted to do; her mother had given her a nickname of a precious jewel to show how precious she was; her siblings were her companions through thick and thin - but Emmy had always felt a special bond with Rubi, though she wouldn’t advertise that to the rest of her family.

There was always the possibility of conflict, just as there was in every family, but there was little to no fighting between the two older Ahn girls. They had been best friends since practically forever - ever since Emmy would run around and Rubi would toddle after her. They had loved doing stuff together ever since.

One of the things the girls had most in common was their love of taking care of people; mainly through making sure they were in good health. If there was an injury or sickness going through the family, Emmy and Rubi would rush to help. Their mom had once jokingly called them the ‘ER’ of the family, and it stuck. After a while, they both found their own specialty - Rubi with animals, and Emmy with people. But even as they went different directions, their bond stayed strong.

When Emmy had moved with their father to Seoul, she almost felt like she was abandoning the rest of her family - but it had been especially hard to leave Rubi. Thankfully, technology and many visits over birthdays and the holidays had kept them close. Rubi was one of the only people Emmy felt she could talk to when she lived in Seoul. She wasn’t good at making friends, so she buried herself in work. But when the loneliness was really bad and she needed someone to talk to, Rubi was there.

When she heard Rubi yell to her at the airport, she barely had a moment to register her sister before she was engulfed in a hug. Emmy dropped her suitcase handle and wrapped her arms around her sister, pulling her even closer.

Emmy was smiling so hard it felt as though her cheeks would burst as they pulled back in order to see each other. She laughed softly at her sister’s barrage of questions - they made it actually seem real that she was back to stay with her family. “I missed you too,” she wiped her sister’s cheek, blinking back tears of her own, despite the smile on her face. “Oh, I’m glad you like it! The cut was a spur of the moment decision, so I’m still getting used to it. As for all your other questions,” she raised her eyebrows teasingly, “Dad still has a few more things to do to make sure the company moves smoothly, so he’s coming next week with the truck of stuff. Once it gets here, I’m going to get an apartment in town, but until then - I’m going stay at home! Just like old times.”

She linked her arm into her sister’s and started walking, pulling her suitcase beside her. “Speaking of home, one of the only things I was thinking about on the flight over is mom’s yukgaejang - do you think she’d mind making some for dinner? I’m starving.”

[wyeunkyung]

wyseojun

— SUMMER WAS STILL in full swing. The small cafe stroke delicatessen was teaming with life, and why, Seojun couldn’t comprehend. The thought of sitting inside amongst the body heat made him sick to his stomach. And so he sat, long legs crossed and his demeanour the EPITOME of contentment, sipping at his fancy cappuccino and watched the word pass him by–al fresco style.

A figure appeared in the distance, a small frame dodging pedestrians rather expertly. He was awed, until the figure was not longer shrouded by the sunlight that had cast her in shadows. Seojun’s expression changed–brows furrowing, and lips twisted in disdain. He was all to familiar with that head of hair, as he had spent two whole hours glaring at it during a medical conference.

His prior disposition was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Seojun would risk his shirt sticking to him in the poorly air conditioned cafe if it meant he was going to get the apology he deserved, but had never received.

He took long strides in order to whirl into her path. Why was she so FAST? “Look who it is!” Seojun’s arms folded. “I thought to myself, no–that couldn’t be her. The short, mushroom headed nuisance that made me wear some old Naruto shirt from the lost and found–TWO sizes too big, might I add. Isn’t it ironic that we meet here, of all places?”

Eunkyung’s first morning at the hospital had been even busier than she had expected. There was, of course, the obligatory time of meeting all the nurses and doctors who she would be working with, which had gone better than expected, and then the tour of their wing. The facilities had grown since she was a girl - which was good, as it allowed people who actually need the surgeries to be treated in their own town, rather than being forced to go all the way to Seoul.

Personal history aside, the cardiologist’s wing was also intriguing with regards to their equipment. Much of it had recently been bought from the developers, and was not widely known. The other main hospital which had the same equipment was the one she had just come from in Seoul, which meant that she was now the resident expert on how it all functioned. The rest of the morning was spent instructing the residents - and a few of the doctors who pretended they weren’t listening - how to best use the machines. The time passed in a blur until one of her new colleagues passing by reminded them about getting lunch. She had been so distracted that there was now only had half an hour before she was expected to be back on call.

There was a sweet little cafe that served sandwiches which she remembered not being too far away, so Eunkyung hurried in that direction. She would never admit it, but sometimes her height came in handy when she needed to duck through a large crowd. That, and the fact that she had many years of practice with being annoyed at how slow other people walked.

She was almost inside the cafe when someone whirled in front of her, bringing her to a screeching halt. She looked up in confusion, which quickly turned to shock as she recognized the man. As he kept talking, however, her mouth opened in indignation as she tried to decide which insult to respond to first. “Wh -  I made you wear the shirt? What about you ruining my dress? I think a slightly large shirt is better than having to wear an entirely new outfit taken from the lost and found!” Eunkyung brushed her bangs out of her eyes heatedly. “And now you jump in front of me when I’m obviously trying to get somewhere? Who exactly do you think you are?”

[wyeunkyung]

ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. a gash perhaps too wide to be self treated, the doctor amongst his dragons had asked to be released for a few months as to tend to his dying mother’s wishes to be by her side in her last few moments. so here sat jin, an open wound across his chest, it began from his left clavicle spreading down to the middle of his abdomen. despite this, his features are unflinching perhaps he has gotten too use to the pain. open wounds gradually became reminders of his irrational behaviour, his own daughter sat worried in the corner of the room staring at him, tears brimming at agonised hues. and he couldn’t help but apologise relentlessly for his mistakes in his actions, yet… he never seems to learn.

the monstrosity that clawed at his own throat, charred lungs that so easily coughed and hacked up a few syllables before a sigh of ease overtakes the feeling of pain. it was always the initial exposure to be cut open that hurt the most, whatever happens after was the mere price of the experience and… he has ran out of excuses. the first few times of calling ( @wyeunkyung ) over to treat him, the effort of telling her that he had accidentally fell off a cliff, or that it was a kitchen accident had fell off of mundane lips. yet, as of late, his excuses have diminished. he only resorts to an impassive shrug, he had no answers, no excuses, no reason to tell the truth.

slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he turns to show eunkyung his injury, a temporary white bandage tightening over his wound around his upper body, as to maintain the gash from being impuissant against infection. it was a temporary treatment, recommended to him by his dragons, a sluggish smirk tugging on his corners as he gently shrugs. ❝ can you tell my daughter that it’s not as bad as it looks ? she won’t stop crying. ❞ evident in his avoidance to address the reasoning behind his open wound.

At first, his excuses had been mildly believable. As time progressed, however, they became outrageous, and then stopped coming. Eunkyung knew that it was highly likely that Kang Jin was doing something illegal. But it was her job to help people, so when he called her, she brought her kit to see what had happened this time.

Eunkyung peeled away the makeshift bandage, raising an eyebrow. Replacing it for a moment, she grabbed something out of her bag and walked over to his daughter. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It will get better. If you fall and scratch your knee, it takes a bit, but it eventually gets better, right? That’s the same with your dad.” She smiled, then handed the girl the lollipop she had brought. “Why don’t you go into your room for a while, okay? I’ll take good care of your dad.”

Once Jinah had left, Eunkyung turned back to her bag, rummaging through it. “Now that she’s gone, I’ll be blunt: it’s not good. You’ll live, but it’s going to hurt like hell for a while.” She pulled on gloves, then took her scissors and began to cut the bandage away. “I’m guessing you don’t want to tell me how you got this?”

[wyeunkyung]

source: self knowledge questionnaire

ORDERLINESS

You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are unbearably sloppy and messy to you. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.

RESILIENCE

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.