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have heart, my dear

[wygaram]

wyjihan·:

His hand rubbed at the back of his neck. Jihan was treading in territory that was foreign. He wasn’t sure whether Ga-ram required gentle, dulcet tones, or if he should just revert back to how he was before. But he feared that if he were to approach this as if she were a frightened animal, Jihan would appear to be condescending. He would not be brash or disparaging (his demeanour when they first met), but he could adopt that quiet manner in how he spoke to the therapist once he had grown comfortable around her. Coddling her may prove to be ineffective, or possibly worsen the situation, which Jihan didn’t feel as if he were equipped to deal with. So yes, it would be best to treat her as he would usually, injury or not.

Jihan didn’t jump at the touch, but he did freeze. He looked at where her hand rested, before his attention began to flicker elsewhere. “You used to counsel me at the station. Every other Thursday. We’ve known each other for some time, now…” Jihan’s gaze dropped to his feet, watching them shift with discomfort. “I suppose you could say we are friends.” Except, could he really call himself such? Jihan could have winced as guilt flooded him. He’d heard of her accident, but did little to reach out. He just never knew where he stood with people; with Ga-ram, it was even more confusing. Contacting her personally would have been unprofessional, would it not? 

“I know somewhere where we could go. I can talk to you there, if you’d like. Where it would be warm.”

She bites a lip, a glance over his features as he stares. Work related? She some memories here and there, little things, mostly. It’s not hard to think she knew him from work, the places she’d seen his name were mostly on papers scattered in the box she’d retrieved from her supposed place of work.

“Ah, ‘friends’, that’s nice,” she nods at his words, “I’m sorry if I’ve been rude. I don’t know if you know, I was in an accident, since then, things have been difficult for me.”

A soft smile managed after his words and she takes a step closer so that she can feel his warmth in the air. “I’d like that.” Anywhere as long as it isn’t back to where she came. “I’d like to get to know you better, all the things I lost.” 

She lost so many friends, memories, relationships and even huge pieces of herself. It’s difficult to lose that much but somewhere inside, she knows that fear and tears won’t help her overcome this hurdle. It may be naive to trust this man, but there’s something in his eyes she can’t help but trust, so she grins up at him with gratitude in her eyes.

“Station,” she starts walking along the path, winter air causing her words to shiver. “What kind of station?”

[wygaram]

wyzian·:

Zians lips curved as hse spoke, pen busy jotting down vitals. “Theres no need to thank me.” He responds, looking up from the file. “You were- ARE- a friend.” A smile was flashed. Knowing she didn’t remember ached his heart, not for him but for her. Zian couldn’t imagine not remembering anything. But at the same time it meant not feeling that deep seeded pain at the loss of her family. At least as far as he was aware. “Besides, it’s my job to make people feel better~” He winks at her, closing the file. 

Its set down, his hands taking hers in a friendly manner. He went from nurse to friend in a split second. “even if you don’t remember me, or anything else, that doesn’t change how much I care for you.” He spoke the words sincerely, squeezing her hands.

[  ‘  he almost looks familiar to her there, pen to paper and amiable smile on his face. she wouldn’t have been surprised if she did know him. maybe he was even a friend. she smiles for once, effortlessly. she definitely would have been his friend, his words reassuring and warm, don’t throw her off for once. the way that most people send her spinning.’]

“If that’s your job, you’re very good at it.”

“- I don’t really know what to say to that, if I’m honest. But in any case, I’m glad you’re a caregiver here, it seems like a good job for you. And I’m glad that we can be friends”

[  ‘ she squeeze his hand back, smiles lightly, genuinely. ’ ]

[wygaram]

wysungha·:

          Moving was not initially on his agenda but this same agenda was one he left open to change. He felt comfortable and was quite familiar with his living arrangements, the same arrangements he’d been living with for a little over three years now. It wasn’t until one of his friends, Deryl, offered the man a space in his own apartment. It was a spur of the moment suggestion but it was also one he couldn’t turn down. Even more so because he knew of the tough time his friend was going through and if he could be of any support at all, he would do so. Being left alone in dark times is hardly what anyone needed in a situation such as his.

          Sungha had long ago packed up his belongings into several boxes and piled them outside. The apartment looked bare, just as it had when he first moved in it and he couldn’t remember how long it’d been since he’d seen it that way. A bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he turned to step into the hallway once more, picking up one of the boxes in which he’d carry downstairs to be hauled away.

          His feet were moving towards the elevator and he was so in his element that he failed to recognize the female who’d been pacing in his direction. Only when she called out to him did he stop in his tracks and catch her gaze with wide eyes. 

          “Oh!” Sungha exclaimed. He was flashing her the widest grin he could manage—genuinely stoked about her sudden appearance. “I didn’t expect to see you this early in the morning. Are you okay?”

She peers at the boxes and something in her revolts. “Are you leaving?” The words fall from her lips with no filter, a confused frown to accompany them.

Sung-ha had offered her so much friendship and reprieve. Walking these halls and living in this building was unbearable sometimes. An overwhelming discomfort she can’t explain, her thoughts jumbled by the very air.

For a long time, Sung-ha had helped with that. Kind to her, someone to talk to as a distraction, a friend she had made on her own, even without her memories. And he never had a single expectation of how she should be, who she was before. She was just Ga-ram the woman he met in the hall.

"Are you going somewhere?"

[wygaram]

wyjihan·:

Unease–it became alarmingly prominent, as if issuing a warning to step back as she stepped forward, as the whole situation seemed suspect. Why was she lurking in the shadows like this? His teeth toyed with his lower lip, branding crescent moons onto the soft flesh as his mind became loud with his thoughts; was he that forgettable?

“Choi Jihan.” He omitted, concluding that something was amiss. Was she concussed, or had her accident resulted in this peculiar trance?

Jihan had read of the tragedy that befell Ga-ram. He felt a pang of pity, as he had come to like the therapist. She wasn’t as overbearing as the ones that he had previously, and as for her replacement–Jihan didn’t wish to think about that.They were nuisance, a complete waste of his time. Jihan missed Ga-ram during those futile hours.

Jihan wasn’t fond of the sight of tears. No, the impending threat of those glistening droplets made him extremely uncomfortable–how had the tables turned like this? Not that Jihan had ever cried in front of Garam, how absurd, but the fact that he was now the one in the chair, looked at expectantly as if he held all the answers, made him feel somewhat lost. 

“It’s getting late, so you should really be on your way home.” The words were abrupt, a little curt, in his response. But he eyed the way she curled in on herself, features wearing a multitude of conflicted emotions. A sigh left him.

To see Ga-ram like this was incredibly jarring. He had grown accustomed to easy smiles, that placating voice attempting to prise his deepest and darkest secrets (never successful, but Jihan could appreciate the effort). 

“Or, I guess, you could get something to drink to warm up. You haven’t picked the best night to decide to go for a walk, are you not feeling the cold?” Jihan supposed he would accompany her, as clearly, all was not well.

His expression confuses but mostly hurts her. She blinks away the emotions that hide behind her tears. Why- Why is he looking at her like that, why does she have to feel this with everyone, so many people seeing her like she’s some figment. Like she hurt their feelings.

Teeth drag in her bottom lip as she peers at him.

Choi Ji-han, she does recognize the name but mostly from a piece of paper. She connects the piece of paper with his name on it to the memories she has of his face. Ji-han, his face was familiar, his name was familiar.

She tries to smile, afraid to let her emotions betray her- eternally grateful when he doesn’t seem ready to push her away. “A drink would be nice,” she rushes to say, her voice is edged and she abruptly drops her sweater from her grip and touches a hand to his bicep. “I’m fine, it’s not cold,” she shivers as she says it but it’s so minute she thinks (is somewhat sure) he won’t see feel it. “Can you tell me what you are to me? Who am I to you?”

She gives up trying to seem normal, her tears should have been the first sign, might as well throw herself to the wolves if it means she’ll get answers.

[wyxshin]

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[wygaram]

wyxshin‌:

@wygaram

“The weather sure is shit.” Shin slips his hands in his pockets as he sighs, waiting for that green running man to show up so he can cross the street. Still, Wonyang was better than Seoul. There was no chance for him to bump into people he knows or rather, the people who once knew him. Even he doesn’t know who he really is, so did it even matter? His head was up in the cloud and he knows sooner or later, the heavy rain will fall. A sigh, an empty mind and a street he has to cross. 

Lifting his gaze from the ground to the crowd across the street. He sees a face. A face so familiar that he can feel her touch against his skin. Her words of I love you that he couldn’t bring himself to reply to. That sad look on her face that he knows so well because to be honest, Shin knew that he brought her nothing but sadness when they stood too close to each other. Now even the world was making sure they stay apart. Her name stays at the tip of his tongue and his heart was pounding, pleading that he calls her name. For once, he should be the one to say her name. But no, his brain screams no. No more. He’s not the man that’s worthy of her love and attention. Never again, will they be lovers or anything more than two strangers waiting to cross the street. 

The green running man appears and Shin hesitates on taking a step. Any step closer to her and he might just lose everything he built to protect himself. Thickly swallowing his own fears, he puts on that mask he’s so used to having, he can’t tell his own face from it anymore. The asshole that he is, was not something he wanted to be. This is what the society created. Not him. 

One step, then two. 

Closer than ever. He averts his eyes elsewhere like he didn’t see her. 

He really wishes that he didn’t.

The rain is a blanket and the dark clouds cover up the stars and moon. Only hanging from signs and traffic lights and poles overhead is there light to take away the darkness. Ga-ram was running from her past here, in the middle of nowhere, with no goal in mind. She hadn’t even grabbed her bag, not even an ID card with her, only her aching chest and too-full head. Too many thoughts to drive her crazy.

Who the hell is she really? What memories she has are spotty at best, some things are crystal clear and others like smeared black chalk. It’s painful, some things erased and others just a mess like breaking fine china or dropping a plate. Almost recognizable but shattered all the same.

And she could have missed him entirely. Passing in the night without spotting each other, ships passing, but she doesn’t miss him. All of her memories were purged, washed away like loose sand beneath a wave, but he was a cliff side.

Shin, she couldn’t forget him. Maybe he was like a monster in the night, manifested unfinished business so unholy and frustrating that even a trauma couldn’t wipe him clear. She was so wronged, so angry. 

he met his eyes and it wells up like overflowing water and even though he seems to be trying, she doesn’t let him. Her hand lifting to clench hard at his bony wrist, gripping it desperately. “You.”

The words were almost whispered as the other passersby weave out of their way and it’s only them left standing. “Shin...” her heart hurts to say his name and she knows this pain is real. His face is almost the same as she remembers him. Sometimes she isn’t sure how much time has passed, it all feels the same now that there’s so much missing, but there’s too much ground left from the fallout where he stands. Why hadn’t his trap door fallen like everyone else’? She’s determined to find out.

“It’s you,” this time she sounds relieved, “I found you.”

[wygaram]

wykimminki·:

as he looks at her, really looks at her, his stomach twists painfully. though his fear that she’d be too out of reach even now, but at least then she’d be doing well. she would be living her life happily without minki, but she’d be happy at least. it’d hurt, sure, but minki isn’t heartless. he doesn’t want to see her suffer to please some selfish little corner of his mind that still harbors resent from when she broke his heart. but this garam does not look happy, with or without him. it makes him swallow thickly, his mind filled with conflicting emotion. 

he smiles, small and wistful. “you too. you were always…” he stops, trying to find the best words to say. “you were always so beautiful. you still are. just different.” her youthful beauty has transformed into something more mature, alluring rather than adorable. the touches of life gone by have done well for her. “oh.” it’s like a punch to the gut, seeing her look so shaken. “garam-ah, i’m so sorry to hear that.” he wants to reach out, grab her hand and offer her comfort. his palms jerk up from his lap reflexively, but he just settles them on the table. 

“it’s been years,” he reminds her. it feels more like decades. they hadn’t really spoken since they broken up, and after their graduation ceremony, he never really saw her again. their lives had just gone down different paths, and minki had been grateful from it, that he’d been spared the constant reminder of his heartbreak. but now that they’ve been apart for so long, he finds himself missing her. she’d been a person he cared about so deeply, and one doesn’t just lose that feeling because they’ve drifted apart. 

“at first, not really.” he admits. because he’d been bitter, and through up walls to protect himself from any further pain. “i was scared, to be honest. but now that i’m here…” he trails off again. it’s so hard to admit things to her, when he’s looking her right in the eyes. he feels stripped bare. “i’m happy to see you. truly. and i’m sorry my immaturity from high school kept us from meeting sooner.”

Since waking up in this world a new woman, for all intents and purposes, not a single person had been like this. None of them. She chews her lip as she listens to him, each word shaking her to the soul.

Kim Min-ki. Could this be why even with a clean slate she can’t completely forget him? He had been someone she was compelled to seek out, not able to explain why. Is it this? The way he so quietly speaks, he’s so cool yet so warm, a small candle light flickering across from her. She doesn’t feel unsettled like she normally does, she feels comfortable.

His words shock her, not the answer she had expected but perhaps it isn’t a bad thing. She peers at his head as she nods, unable to keep the sadness from her expression. Years since they had seen each other... It explains why there’s no recent memories of him that had survived her memory lapse. It hurts to hear confirmation. “Years...” She sadly repeats.

“I’m happy to see you, too.” It’s the whole truth, “lately I’ve been feeling smothered by everyone and everything. It’s too much-- but right now I feel the most comfortable I have in weeks.” She can’t make a comment towards immaturity or what had broken them apart, she can only speak towards the present, and presently she was happy.

She smiles at him, “I don’t know if it’s possible but can you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.” She doesn’t mean right now, she refers to the future. “I would like if we can fix things. I feel like I can depend on you...” Suddenly frustrated by the appearance of tears in her eyes she doesn’t finish her sentence.

[fyleesunbin]

[wygaram]

OOC - UPDATE

NOTICE: !! From today until further notice, YANG GA-RAM has packed up her belongs and will move into the Seaside Apartments in Cheonpo with the SEO FAMILY. 

[wygaram]

@wysungha​  ━━ /

She’s walking the halls Ninetree outside her apartment, large and overwhelming, and it seems like an entire world of overtaking to force herself to go inside. How can she when sometimes just walking through that door drained her, scared her... most of all these days, filled her with inexplicable rage.

These days, it was too much alone time for her, she truly needed company. The only problem is that most people frightened her or made her feel burdened. They had so many expectations of what she should be like. That’s why people she had never met before were the best.

They’re her friends, the her of today. There’s no way to know if she’s even the same woman as she was, the woman the others remember.

She runs her fingers along the walls as she walks, sometimes getting off on random floors as she roams. Her pajama pants are warm but she wished she had thought to bring a sweater as she had enough of the atmosphere in her apartment and needed to step out. Maybe she can slowly work up the courage to make her way back inside.

Sound draws her attention and she looks down the hall to see a pair of legs, boxes stacked in arms walking her direction. She blinks twice, moves aside for them to make their way past before she’s hit with recognition.

“Sung-ha oppa?” She questions, a pout on her face as she wonders what he’s up to, doesn’t like the thought of what comes to mind.

[wygaram]

wyelijah·:

     Usually Elijah was not the one to hail cabs, he has his own car for trips however his work friends invited him out for drinking. Usually he did not drink - as his father turned into a drunk in his youth, however he decided it would be okay for once. There was one thing he wouldn’t budge on though - drunk driving. Which resulted in him standing on the curb, hailing a taxi. Dark hues looked out for the car as a hand was held out to wave. After several minutes one vehicle pulled up and he was prompted to get in only to be stopped by a woman. A seemingly familiar woman. 

     “Yang Goram?” He asked in a low voice, it was unbelievable seeing her here. After all she was the girl him and Minjung had spent may a summer afternoon playing games with. Though they lost touch after the problems in the Woo household began, well Elijah lost touch with everyone. “You’re here?” Honestly He was out of touch with everything - as he spenty many a night locked away in his recording studio - had been for years. After his father kicked him out he was determined to make a studio his home, now it was the one thing keeping him from being a regular human being. 

     “It looks like everyone for our little neighborhood is showing up in Wonyang.” The male teased, before opening up the door to the cab. “Here, we can share it.”

Ah, bother... She doesn’t remember him. But how exhausting it is to always be afraid, uncertain and sad all of the time. Biting back her tears, she tries to sort through her problems one at a time. First, being away from that building. Second she can worry about the many people she can’t recognize on first sight who seem to recognize her.

She tries to smile, it’s stiff and bogged down by the tears in her eyes but she’s grateful that he seems kind and willing to let her stay. As much as it’s rude, she isn’t sure she can stand getting back out and being in proximity to that place.

“I’m Ga-ram,” she recites it like a child who had memorized just their name for the first time.

Our neighborhood, so someone from childhood? She slides closer to him in her seat and shuts the door behind herself for good, enclosing herself intentionally with someone who knows her that she doesn’t know. Does he know about her accident?

“Thank you,” she thanks him gratefully, “I’m just having a long day, so it’s nice...to see a friend,” she takes a huge risk, awkwardly looking over his face for a reaction. What if they weren’t friends, she’s presuming too much, what if he hadn’t even liked her before, she would be too familiar in that case. Oh well. Nothing ventured, nothing chanced, no way to get away from Ninetree and the smothering aura that place has.

[wygaram]

wysunhee·:

kim sunhee, contrary to popular belief, preferred to walk. the sun burning against his skin as he put one foot in front of the other. but this morning, and of course it was this morning, that he had woken up late. with a hangover of all things. a photoshoot, one of the few that he knew he couldn’t miss. 

shuffling through his clothes, he finally found something he deemed acceptable to wear. opting to save time and leave his house barefaced, rings piled on his fingers as he barreled downstairs. and he thought maybe, just maybe, he’d have enough time to walk. however, half way down the street he realized that his hair was disheveled, his feet were sore and that he was going to be late.

hailing down a cab, he waited impatiently as it pulled up to the curbside. what he didn’t expect was for someone else to slip in right beside him. 

“uh…yeah, so you can leave now.”

Her eyes widen, every bit of discomfort growing into a supernova of awkwardness. She wipes clammy palms on her jeans. 

The air between them was thick, she hadn’t intended to be of trouble to anyone, but it’s all she had done since waking up. A wave of anxiety crashes into her and she had just banished the tears with her palms before the spring back up.

“I’m sorry,” She apologizes, “I can go, I didn’t mean to intrude...I didn’t know there was someone here.” She hesitates to leave.

Waiting for another taxi there in front of the complex, standing in front of that towering monster, so many memories that keep threatening her. She doesn’t want to move, she doesn’t want to get back out. She just wants to go as far from there as possible.

For a moment, desperation defeats common sense or fear of being rude and she licks her lips and casts her eyes down away from him, “I won’t even make a sound, I’ll get out down the block, just let me stay, just for a second.”

[wygaram]

wyeunji‌:

      The clad of heals could be heard from her as she walked up to the entrance of the building, a care basket in hand. Jin had spoken of ( @wygaram​ )’s state when he had visited her a few days prior. In all honesty Eunji had wanted to take a trip to see how the female was doing for weeks now. The accident was first described to her on the job - as she had a multitude of stories presented to her. Though they didn’t full know each other, their partners were business associates who often worked together. The news anchor often believed in hospitality to others in your business endeavors, however, this time she was genuinely concerned for the other’s health. She had reported on the event briefly as she wanted Garam’s privacy held. Now  here she was bringing items to ease her pain, as she could only imagine how painful this whole experience is for her.

     Eunji made her way up to her office, having known it from the business deals he’d accompany Jin on. Only stopping once to give her name to the secretary, which she was minorly inconvenienced with. The woman stopped in-front of the other’s office door, letting out a soft sigh before running a hand through her - now fading - red hair. Her finger curled into a tight first to knock on the door before coming in. “Hello?” voice was soft as dark hues looked around the room falling on the female. This brought a smile to her features, s she walked towards Goram, setting the basket on her desk with a soft thump. “Hello, I’m Song Eunji.” Usually in other situation she would try to lessen the tension in her presences with a follow-up joke, however now was not one of those times. Well she did not think so. “You probably don’t know me, but I heard about.” she paused, phrasing her words. “Happened to you and I wanted to bring you some things to make it a bit easier. I just want to let you know, if you need anything, I’ll be here to help you. I know things might be rough but - I don’t want you alone.”

    The words came out like vomit, something Eunji never did - however her heart was speaking, she wanted to make sure this woman is cared for. After all in this world people had to start looking out for each other. “Sorry if this is too much, I just wanted to check in on you.”

Operations around here tend to bang on cylinders even when she herself isn’t. There were tellers, business men and women, security, secretaries in and out of her office all morning. Her husband’s office. Sometimes it still felt odd to think she had been married. She pausing as she shuffles aside a folder full of numbers and statistics to look at the faded skin that ran a circle around her ring finger. When she woke up, she was wearing her ring around her neck not on her finger... Why was it like that?

She shakes her head to clear the thoughts and sighs.

The knock is hardly a surprise at that point, so many landing upon that door during a day that she barely looks up from her ring finger, “come in.” The knock gives away a woman as Ga-ram takes notice. The basket lands with a dull thud against her desk and she looks at it carefully. Many people in and out but no one brought anything like that before.

Song Eun-ju is beautiful and well spoken, Ga-ram notes, self conscious and enthralled at the same time. 

Probably, that word gives Ga-ram anxiety. Does this mean they do know each other? They’ve met before, they had to have. She places palms on her desk and stands up, tries on a small smile because it’s expected of her by now. Act normal, act fine. If not she may cry or people will think she doesn’t like them.

She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. “It’s..It’s true that things are difficult for me right now. I don’t know if we’ve met but if so, I’m sorry, I don’t remember you at all.” Her eyes catch on the basket again and she smiles more gently, “thank you for that. It isn’t that it’s too much, everything can be ‘too much’ when I’m like this. Since I’ve gotten out of the hospital, everyone expects so much from me that I don’t know what to do about....”

She gulps down the rest of the sentence, “I’m sorry, you came here to help and I just started rambling at you.” 

[wygaram]

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[wygaram]

@wyzian​   ━━ /

[  '  She bats eyelashes at him from her hospital bed, routine check-up physical and then off to see her psychiatrist. Since she’d woken up from the hospital it was frequent that she’s poked and prodded. A psychiatrist who can’t remember being one, who used to work right here in these halls, but can’t remember that either. Her feet swing over the edge of the bed as she looks at the man she only recalls from her brief time in the hospital directly after waking up. He was one of the only people at her bedside, in fact, he was the only one. And it was his job. Had she really led such a sad life? Not a single friend to see her awake?  ' ]

“I never said thank you, did I? For making me feel better after my accident. I really don’t remember what it was like for us before, but it means a lot that you were kind to me.”

[wygaram]

 @wyserah​  ━━ /

Her hands shook in her hair, elbows atop her knees and her head down. Is she allowed to be here? No, it must be crossing a line.

But, she can’t just turn back. She was figuring too much out lately, her head was always aching, pressure somewhere she can’t pin-point. That no medication could lessen the blow of when she opened her eyes in the morning. Every night she dreamed of more and more. Visions, blurry haze of faces that once were just silhouettes and now had color and expression.

Before it was just little things but now in time she remembers increasing amounts. She needs Jung-min. She has too many questions for him, things surfacing after all this time and so many memories that point in his direction. He was the only one she felt compelled to run to with this, though she wasn’t sure why. Min-jung ... She isn’t ready for Min-jung yet. There’s something else she’s sure she’s forgetting but, it doesn’t solidify, frustrating but common by now. Always something else torturing her.

She sniffles, a tear falling to clatter onto the dark fabric of her jeans. Damn, sitting outside in the cold, in tears on the steps of Jung-min’s apartment complex, waiting on the chance that he wasn’t inside already, that he would come by and let her in. She was really pathetic, childish and pathetic.

There are steps approaching but she doesn’t pay any attention, looking up only to shiver, inhale and scrub a freezing cold hand over her cheek to wipe away tears.

[wygaram]

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Like for a script starter, if our characters don’t know each other it'll be dialogue only, random first encounter style. ( This post is for both Ga-ram and Kyung-cheol !!! ) Comment on the post if you want me to reply with a specific muse (mine or yours.)