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@wyboram 

—— THE CLATTERING OF DISHES sounded as Seojun entered the restaurant. He was glad that they chose to meet somewhere that epitomised home--the scent, the look, and a cosiness that made one feel welcome the moment that they stepped inside. Of course, this was a far cry from the sort of home that Seojun and Boram had known in their lifetimes, but for a moment, they could pretend. 

Seojun was greeted with a familiar host, an elderly woman that had served him many times. Her wrinkled features lit up with a smile, reaching to grasp his hand to utter her silent hello, before pointing him in the direction of where Boram waited.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Seojun began as he approached their table, beginning to shrug his coat off of his shoulders. “I had to go home and change, I didn’t think you’d take too kindly to the smell of hospital.” The mess of his hair was an example of his rushing--the strands were strewn wildly across his forehead. He slid onto the seat opposite, his lips wearing a smile. “You haven’t ordered without me, have you?”

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@wymeadow

——  BY PURE CHANCE, MEADOW SO happened to not only be a patient of his, but a neighbour too. The coincidence was almost laughable, and an unlikely friendship had developed between the two as they continued to come across one another. Dropping by to say hello or to drink a cup of coffee together at each others’ homes was not out of the ordinary. Seojun enjoyed the company of Meadow.

A pale knuckle rapped on her door. Seojun had finished work just as the sun set for the day, but didn’t feel like being alone as the night drew near. He had heard rumours of issues with electricity in the area, the floors above and below them blacking out now and then. With Meadow still coming in for check ups, he didn’t think that she should be alone, either. So, he brought dinner, flashlights, and candles.

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wyzvyr·:

(‘A bright, content grin covered her expression as the cone was brought to her hands, taking it she thanked the other and bowed her head with a sort of grateful shimmer that was remnant within the depths of her hues. It was short lived though as she felt the shoe crushing in on her heel and this caused her to trip in the midst of her turn; Falling and tumbling with the most sickening and stomach wrenching 'splat’ of a sound. It took her a bit to realize what had happened as she blankly gazed at what had been the ice cream in her grasp just moments before. She didn’t make a sound and she didn’t look up the other, it was seriously only pure defeat in her eyes as she stared down at it– feeling the tears well up behind her eyes, welling up to the lower lash; it was like she was in stupor at what had just happened and she wasn’t processing it. It wasn’t necessarily a big deal, but she’d had a horrible week and this was the one thing that pushed her to her breaking point. It wasn’t long after before she knew it, the tears were cascading down her cheeks and settling below her chin as she swallowed hard around a lump in her throat. It was only a moment but it felt like an eternity, she quickly reached to gather napkins and toss the ice cream away before quickly rising to her feet to rush out of the shop– the boring eyes into the back of her skull were causing an anxiety unparalleled.)

( ‘ Seojun didn’t want to turn around and face what he had done. Eyes fluttered shut for a few moments, and he inhaled DEEPLY in preparation. He imagined an enraged parent seething behind him, as the silence that followed was all but deafening. Spit would be gathered at the corner of their mouth, nostrils flaring with fury--- ’ ) “Oh.” ( ‘ Came his quick, surprised response when he finally turned, the person before him not at all what he had been expecting. ‘ ) “I’m so sorry about that, I can get---” ( ‘ The appearance of tears made the doctors’ words fall flat. DREAD lined his stomach. Seojun began to flounder.  ’ ) “Oh no, please don’t cry! I’ll get you another one--I’ll get you two. Do you want sprinkles? Double scoops? A fancy umbrella?” ( ‘ He paused for breath.’ ) “Or did I hurt your toes? I can take a look at them, I’m qualified!”

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wyxminah‌:

Minah was out to meet a friend from high school when she happened to stop by an arcade place by accident. It reminded her of her younger days and how she always won toys and collected them in her bedroom. She used to have a couch filled with her stuffed animals. She watched the male play the crane game and she can’t help but get frustrated even though she was just an innocent bystander there. “No. I don’t think so.” Minah comments quite loudly. Covering her mouth after. She smiled awkwardly at the male and bowed her head. “I mean, the machine works just fine, I just think you’re doing something wrong.”

Seojun turned, a hue of pink appearing at the peaks of his cheeks as he realised that he had been overheard. As if on autopilot, Seojun too ducked his head-- a way to both apologise and hide his embarrassment. “I think I am. I can’t seem to hit it just right...” Teeth came to gnaw at his lower lip and a frown pulled at his forehead. “Would you like to help me out? I have a few turns left.”

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miwy·:

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* // ☾✦. —— AMUSEMENT, drawn from the scene that had been unravelling before Hyemi, had quickly faded, to be replaced with a swirl of pity and boredom, tiers distorting to a frown. Taking several steps in the direction of the other, Hyemi made her presence known with the scoff emitting from lips, “ Okay, enough is enough… Just let me do it, seeing as you’re just embarrassing yourself now. ”

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The presence of another had Seojun’s attention shifting, and he was met with a mask of exasperation. Her tone took no prisoners, and Seojun found himself stepping aside of his own volition. The girl seemed to mean business, and could very well be his one way ticket to finally winning. “You’re right about that--I’ve been here a while,” A sheepish smile formed. “But by all means, go right ahead.”

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wyeunkyung·:

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.”

As much as he hated to admit it, there was a definite pang of sympathy. Perhaps he could have handled it better, gentler, in efforts to avoid a fuss. But he’d let his irritation get the better of him--her face brought back those feelings, as he remembered all too well how EMBARRASSED he had felt during that seminar. And the fact that she was completely unable to hold herself accountable, just to say a simple sorry without the added insults, irked him to no end. Was it really that difficult?

He was practically catching flies as he stood open-mouthed, watching her turn on her heel so she could leave in a flourish. What was worse, Seojun was heading in the same direction. He exhaled lowly, as if the weight of the world hung on his shoulders. This altercation was enough to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the week. He heard her angry whispers as he walked behind, and if it were any other scenario he’d have laughed. But instead, his eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched the back of her head. A familiar situation.

She whirled once more, and Seojun had been so intent on glaring that he’d almost stepped on her toes. “Why on earth would I want to do that?” He questioned with a lift to his eyebrow. Seojun’s head tilted. “I’m going to the same place you are. Am I going to need to call the police? I mean... you are THREATENING me.”

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wyxhyukjae·:

Hyukjae had been silently watching this man for the past ten minutes. He wasn’t going to lie that he wasn’t intrigued, but a sense of urgency had begun growing inside himself. It was bubbling up to feeling desperate.

Hyukjae slowly made his way over, trying not to startle the stranger as he leaned in towards the glass.

“Supposedly there’s some sort of science behind these things. Like once every 21 tries the claw gets more power or something, but I’ve lost count during the last ten minutes.”

The doctor jumped, his attention so focused on the machine that he hadn’t realised that he seemed to have gathered an audience. A faint blush heated his cheeks--this was EMBARRASSING, not owing to the fact that he was losing, but because he had even began talking to himself in front of the other. “You’ve been counting? For ten minutes?” A nervous laugh escaped. “I must have looked like an idiot. Here, you have a try. Put me out of my misery.”

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wydabin‌:

Dabin had never gotten anything from a claw machine. While he had desperately wanted to win something as a kid, he’s sworn off them due to frustration. When he saw a stranger testing his luck, he was rooting for him. Seeing someone else beating the odds would be enough satisfaction. After watching for several minutes would have felt bad for walking away without saying anything. “That’s how they get you.” Dabin gave the stranger a slightly awkward smile. “I could look at the claw from a different angle? Maybe it’s just impossible to get something without help.”

A flash of pink left Seojun’s mouth. Coupled with the heavyset frown that lined his forehead, both were sure signs that he was in concentration mode. Perhaps he was TOO OLD for such things, but as he awaited the next bus, he eventually succumbed to the temptation. “Yeah?” Came a distracted reply, Seojun not losing focus until the chiming of the music ended, the sound of yet another unsuccessful attempt. Exasperation becoming prominent, Seojun’s hands came to rest on his hips. “You know,” He looked towards the newcomer. “You may be onto something there. Covering all bases must be the key to winning this thing. Get around the other side, I’ll give it another try.” 

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Seojun had slotted a coin inside the machine to pass some time, but yet ten minutes and a fair few coins later, he was in a bit too deep. “Come on, come on…” He muttered, eyes focused solely on the crane. The soft toy dropped once more from the clawed grasp, to which he huffed with annoyance. “This HAS to be rigged.”

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serahwy‌:

     Her smile was soft as she dug around on her plate, happy that this exchange wouldn’t be an awkward one. “Nice to meet you too, Seojun.” She was a bit surprised he was so hungry - she wondered how long he’d been working to be this hungry. A thought to offer him her food, however she’ll have to see how much he eats of the food on his plate. “Well, you must be really hungry then. Please don’t let me stop you.” A soft laugh came from her as she began eating some of her food, enjoying that now she had someone to eat with instead of being all by herself

     “So what do you do that makes you so hungry, if you don’t mind me asking?” Her voice was curious as she looked over the man trying to guess what he did. “You’re not a spy or anything are you?” Teasing came naturally to her, well when she wasn’t upset - and having the distraction of another human lessened her pain she was feeling at the moment. The girl was currently living from distraction to distraction an honestly troublesome way to live.

Realising that he must seem rude, Seojun took his sisters’ advice and 'slowed his roll'. An old soul, he’d never grasped what she meant by her varying slang terms. Especially those that were Americanised. “Sorry,” He said after swallowing a mouthful, taking the moment to pause and address his dinner companion. “I’m a doctor. The shifts are often too long to get a decent meal, that’s why I like to come here after a particularly gruelling day.” He smiled, but it soon dimmed when his head tilted, a frown beginning to crease his forehead. “I didn’t realise, but you seem familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

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wyeunkyung·:

—–

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 he began to escort them out, Eunkyung turned on him. “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.”

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.”

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@wyzvyr​

( ‘ Eyes downcast, he stepped forward in line. A frown marred Seojun’s features as he attempted to make sense of the text he was distracted by. ’ ) “Next!” ( ‘ The voice caused movement, the line advancing towards the ice cream stand. Seojun still wasn’t paying attention, as evident when he took yet another step forward, his toes crushing the back of a heel. His eyes widened with surprise as the scene unfolded, attention pulled from his phone. A flash of pink in the air was quickly followed by a SPLAT. ’ ) 

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serahwy·:

     “Not too obvious, just a bit” Her voice was teasing as she adjusted herself and her plate so that he would have room to eat as well. “You don’t have to worry about it, I was lonely too.” Lips curled up into a small smile to further prove her point it was more than okay than he sat down with her. Truth be told, he was throwing her a lifeline, she would have gone crazy if she had to eat alone. Even though she was eating her favorite meal she still did not feel like eating maybe some company would change that. Taking a sip of her drink - which happened to be fruit water as she was still dieting ( with a few cheat days ) - she began to speak again. 

     “My name is Serah by the way. Whats yours? That is if you don’t mind me asking?” She hoped she wasn’t being to aggressive with trying to learn about the person who sat down across from her. Her parents taught her manners and she wanted to showcase that -also she was curious 

“Seojun,” He answered, keeping his tone friendly despite the slight unease he felt at joining her at the table. It wasn’t being in the presence of a stranger that  made him nervous, it was just the fact that he was feeling ravenous and that the other was most likely about to witness something that should be deemed illegal--a hungry doctor eating after a twelve hour shift. He supposed Serah was lucky he wasn’t a resident anymore, as that was... animalistic. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Serah.” Seojun wasted no time in unwrapping his chopsticks and diving straight in. After a couple bites, he spoke again. “I’m glad you let me sit here though, honestly. I feel like an extra from one of those zombie shows right now, if you hadn’t offered chances are I would have fallen onto the table anyway--taking you and your food down with me.”

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wyeunkyung·:

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.”

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.”

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serahwy·:

     OPEN ( MULTIPLE CAN REPLY IF WANTED )      A soft sigh fell pass her lips as the girl sat down in a local cafe. It has been awhile since she had a decent meal, honestly she was getting very thin due to the fact. It was starting to scare her friend, another reason why she didn’t post any social media updates. Concern from her fans was not needed right now. It was not something she deserved. In front of her was a pork plate - one of her favorite foods. Though it was her favorite she couldn’t bring herself to eat it. The fact that she was so utterly upset made her appetite go away. Resting her cheek in her hands she started to force herself to eat. If her sister or Jinsoo could see her now he would probably be so excited to see her actually eating food.

     Her mind thought back to her few days here in Wonyang, it was a rough couple. It wasn’t until recently that she had stopped crying. She had started thinking about part time job to help pay for things before she made her decision on whether or not she was gonna continue music. Her heart wanted so bad to keep going on with music, however her mind cautioned. The expression she wore must have been an intense one or one of deep sorrow as a person came up to her. Their voice was soft as they spoke. Though she was so deep in thought she had a hard time making out what they originally said. ‘oh, can I help you?’ she asked as they continued to look at her. 

      “Would you like to join me?’ Her voice was gentle and slightly hopeful. Maybe having someone with her would keep her out of her head. To keep her in the real world not the nightmare that the world that resided in her head. Whenever she was alone she  thought of her past, something she wanted a break from and forget. “It seems like you could use someone to talk to as well.”

Seojun must have had LONELY stamped across his forehead. He’d never struggled to make friends per se, it was just that he often found that he lacked the time to keep them. Seojun was constantly working, and he devoted his hours entirely to his patients. But it was times like this when he struggled--he must have looked lost, standing with his tray looking for a seat when he was fully aware that he had nobody to sit with.

And so, the other took pity on him. Seojun couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a little grateful for it. A small smile graced his lips as he accepted the invitation, placing his food atop of the table and taking a seat. “Was I that obvious?” Seojun willed his cheeks not to turn red from embarrassment. “I don’t want to be intrusive, but thanks for throwing me a lifeline.”

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wyeunkyung·:

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?”

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.