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[yourlastsupper]

Yejun is… Yejun is… Yejun is…

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[daisukeuedasource]

[yourlastsupper]

96park

“Ew! You’re so nasty.” She scrunches up her nose, and brought her hand up to cover her eyes when he left his mouth wide open for her to see all the chewed up food in his mouth. She felt like spitting hers out because of that, but was able to keep it all in. Upon hearing his reason she brought her hand down to look at him before pushing her plate closer in the middle. She could never really say no to people, and she was sure he knew that. “Alright, grab some chopsticks and let’s eat! Hurry, before I eat it all~” She teases him and begins to eat once again.

”Am I nasty?” Yejun swallows the mush and laughs, before settling back into his chair. He didn’t mean to spit! Don’t damn the man. But, she’s a proper girl, he supposes. Can’t be spraying it rather than saying it in her presence. 

When a plate is pushed toward him, his eyes light up and his mind blanks for but a second. And in an instant, he’s filled with a rush of gratitude, then a rough hands seizes the chopsticks without another thought. It’s not often one actually offer food to others these days. “So,” he starts before taking a bite. Swallow. Continue. “I don’t know too much about you. How old are you, anyway?”

[i-nkflvwer-blog]

Here's Johnny! ⛏

Dear @eggsoup you’ve got mail!

❝ Come out, come out wherever you are. ❞

( 🍑 ) — the letters she carried with her on that night were written especially for the golden age: patients who were over 60 years old and slept on hospital beds, fighting against severe illnesses and begging for God’s clemency. 

     Sneaking in an institution like Seoul National University Hospital was no easy mission; but her purpose was so monstrous that she had spent nights awake only to find out a way to enter without raising suspects. And after numerous, thoughtful hours, she discovered that even a huge and traditional hospital had its flaws. Who would have guessed that the back entrance held absolutely no security guards? If that wasn’t a big coincidence, God himself was simply helping her bring some joy and hope to those poor souls. Alternating from little kids to the elderly, she delivered daily anonymous cheerful notes. All dressed in white, making sure to respect the staff members, she always entered the building around 03:47 A.M., the quietest time of a whole day and would march straight to the chosen branch. It was simple like that: she was able to spread happiness and still go unnoticed by the eyes of many. 

     Or, at least, that is what she was convinced of.

     Little did she know that her plan would soon be broken by a pair of smarter eyes, like an iceberg could always so easily break and sink a ship. Completely clueless about the flaw on her own plan, she reached the seventh floor as she hummed softly to herself. She checked her phone briefly, making sure sure was on time: December 8th, 2015. 03:36 A.M. Hell yeah!, her own voice echoed in the back of her mind once she realized she currently had some extra time in hands, something that could only mean some extra time to spend with the strangers she cared so much about. Madeline had a very pure, gentle heart, one that always ended up being poured into those almost unimportant letters and notes.

     She walked through the hallway calmly, without one single worry in mind. Her eyes met the responsible nurse for that floor dozing off lightly, as usual, and a smile painted her lips; she looked so tired and Madeline actually felt bad for her. That is why she would never forget to get her a cup of coffee once her work at the hospital was done. Even though the woman couldn’t see it, the young girl still bowed and moved her lips, murmuring a careful ‘good morning, ma’am! Make sure to take plenty of rest once your shift is over’.

     Everything was working out perfectly fine. In 15 minutes or so, she had already delivered a few letters, gotten some extra blankets for the patients that looked way too cold, closed windows that were forgotten open and etc, etc, etc. Perhaps, that was her lucky day! But, when peace was just about to embrace and ease her heart, she heard footsteps. 

     Uh-oh!

     But those weren’t light and delicate footsteps. Those were man’s footsteps, she was sure of it. Suddenly filled with anxiety and fear, she left the room she was in and faced the white hallways once more. And soon enough, those cursed footsteps seemed to be followed by a shadow on the wall, one that was coming closer and closer to the dead end she had reached herself; and once more, it was a man’s shadow. At such desperate times, her mind couldn’t think of any masculine faces among the nursing team, but she judged she was like that due the screaming fear that she was feeling. Truthfully, she was so nervous that she could only think of running away. But there was no place to hide or no place to leave the bag with all the papers she carried.

     She was running out of time.

[yourlastsupper]

Another night here. It’s quiet. The air smells of antibacterial cleaning products and an old musky smell. Yejun himself fills the halls with the scent of faint lavender, but can not detect it himself. And it’s dark. And around the corner, a beep... beep... beep... Turn another corner and find more beeping a few moments into venturing down that hall. Go check on that patient. Knock on the door with a light seeping under. No answer? Maybe they’re dead so he opens it and finds them asleep. 

Close all the doors.

Close all the windows. 

Yejun wishes he could be home now, drinking a nice bottle of wine. Cheap wine, the kind you find in a box. No, he’s not a social drinker. He drinks to wind down but he’s only twenty-one, yet bears the weight of others on his shoulders. Oh, his aching back. ‘I’m getting old, maybe.’ That’s a joke but he feels it in him. 

Close more doors.

Pull the sheets up, fluff a pillow.

Hear footsteps around the corner and stop walking. That’s not me is it?

Tap, tap, tap.

It’s not. So keep walking.

Maybe it’s a patient, maybe it’s another nurse. He’s not in a particular rush to find out, he’ll turn the corner in 3... 2... hey. Who is that? Yejun halts, expression unchanging. Eyes scan the girl drowned in a dull blue from the overhead lights. 

“You know, visiting hours ended... three hours ago. You look like a deer in headlights, not to mention.” But he mentioned it. Indifferent tone? Check! Apathetic eyes? Check! Hip juts out and he puts his hand on it. “You don’t look like a patient...”

[96park-blog]

starter for @eggsoup

“Hey– No, no, no, no, no!” Kyungah shouted as she looked at the other who was taking some of her food. She was so hungry and to see him take her food made her want to cry because then that meant there was less for her. “Yah~!” She whined at him while her mouth was full, she was still chewing on the bit of food she had in her mouth. 

[yourlastsupper]

Yejun has a cheek full of food, and he stops mid-chew to stare at her. Jaw hangs open, chewed mush revealed. Cue that muffled, nasty little “Huh?” And does food spit out of his mouth just a bit or a trick of the eye? Oh well!

Then, a bright smile is presented and a light shake of laughter. Somehow, he believes that cupping his palm over his mouth will help him eat so thats what he does. “I forgot my wallet at my place! Feed the needy.” Another laugh, and he reaches across the tiny iron table to nudge at his friend’s shoulder. He met her about a month ago at another friend’s kick-back.

[yourlastsupper]

@noxel​:

              ❄  ━ The other’s questions made Noel’s smile faint a little, the feeling of sympathy for him filled her. She new it was hard to pick flowers for someone who was sick or dying, having been through that with her grandparents in the past. However, she knew which flowers to pick and always helped others when they were upset and confused and only wanted to bring some kind of joy to their loved one.

“Well, you definitely don’t want any flowers that have powerful smells or too much oils..” Her voice was calm as she approached him. “I like to suggest flowers that symbolize love and strength, like tulips, lilies,  orchids , and daisies.” She smiled softly. “Would you like for me to show you some and help you make an arrangement?”

Boohoo, sorry for depressing you. People die. So what? He works with that. Working in a hospital isn’t all cartoon-patterned scrubs and a bowl of lollipops at the front desk. Go ahead, pick your flavor. We have cherry, grape, apple... 

Yejun is used to it. He’s used to death. Regrettably, he feels no sympathy for the third party unsought of somberness. Whatever. 

“Don’t worry about it, I have to do this weekly. I work in a hospital.” He’s a bit desensitized, not that he wasn’t long before arriving. He’s dealt with dead people farther in the past. It’s nothing. He clears his throat, before giving a breathy chuckle. “Any nursing discounts or anything? If you hook me up with a good lot of flowers, I guess I’d have to return next week.”

“But please, nothing that symbolizes love. I can’t love someone I don’t know. But strength is good.”

[phsychic-blog]

&. monsters and men;

there’s a crack in the sky leaking red onto the blue of the horizon, houses going sparse in favor of dense trees and asphalt painted in fractures like bones that have snapped under the continuous pressure of the masses, and taeyeon wonders, aching soles and a backpack hung around her shoulder, what she is doing going on a ghost hunt with a guy she hasn’t talked to for at least three years.

skepticism rushes through her mind like a grim reminder, an alarm, this isn’t a sane thing to do, but she’s never been the type to care about rights and wrongs and warning signs - she had promised him, years ago, that she believed him and the words feel sticky somewhere in the back of her head. it all almost seems like yesterday. and, granted, sentimentality has never been one of her prime virtues, and when coupled with the lack of honesty, taeyeon supposes that the least she could offer yejun is a girl that honors her commitments. or maybe just a girl lost and bored and a little bit hopeful that all that he claims he experiences is the truth.

so she follows through, despite her doubts. and you can’t really blame her, can you? distrust comes easier than faith when you’ve worked in the branche long enough, and taeyeon has for seemingly forever; hope and faith, she ponders, quietly, are just like magic tricks - they no longer stand effective when you know all the mechanism behind them.

“are we there yet?” she tries to keep her tone playful, kicking at the pebbles in her way, “we’ve been walking for a while now. but i guess i can feel chills on my spine so we’re getting somewhere.”  

and truthfully she would’ve loved to complain even more but alas, the rotting structure she assumes is the one they’re going to be residing in for the night peeks from beneath the slopes of the low hills and grins back at them with the crescent smile of the rising moon. surely, taeyeon is no coward, she’s seen much worse, but she very certainly has never before had to sleep in one of them. she shivers. “that doesn’t look very promising, though. plus, don’t we have to have some sort of ghostbusters training before we try to stir a bunch of spirits awake?” she says it like she believes all of it is real and in a awful way it doesn’t even surprise her. though she can’t conceal the slight worry there.

an interesting night seems to be ahead.

@eggsoup

[yourlastsupper]

It's freezing. That's a given, it's winter. Yejun pulls the collar of his fleece-interior sweatshirt up to his nose, pulls an exhale so far out from his lungs that he's punctuating it with a spurt of coughs. Hoarse, mucus-filled coughs. He may just be catching a cold, and hopes he doesn't pass it to the girl he's spending the night with.

The girl in mention is an old classmate. A whimsical little girl with a hand for what Yejun called "witch craft" a few times. Perhaps not witch craft. But ignorant minds coin ignorant terms. What does he know? Despite the smaller picture, the term, the misconstrued idea, he holds some admiration for the act of it all. Fortune telling. Yejun wonders if this is a sort of "trade-off," for lack of better terms. Taeyeon readily shared her abilities with him back in school, and it's about time he shows her his world.

His world is something out of her reach, he claims. But with some guidance, can be peered into. His world is a dense mass in the shape of a person. But it's not a person. And his world is the demand of being told to wake up in the middle of a silent night, no true voices to be projected. And his world, as accustomed as it's become, is still a foggy morning and a friend he can make out in the distance, but can't touch. It's an uncomfortable comfort, an itching softness in his chest. It's his everyday life.

And he's inviting Taeyeon to experience it.

Surely there's nothing dangerous about a mere haunted house, one plenty of risky teens delve into, whether encouraged by alcohol or a friendly dare. Yejun expects to find some props from a Halloween store laying around, you know, as pranks. From other kids during their visit.

"We're almost there, don't worry," Yejun soothes. He dithers sideways, bumping shoulders with his old classmate playfully. This is fun, he thinks. He's always wanted to stay over night in a haunted house, but never exactly had the opportunity. He figures his own place is haunted. But an old, decaying stack of wood like the place they're going? It's beyond exciting! Just the atmosphere, or rather the very thought of it, chills him to his bones.

"I kind of technically have ghostbusters' training right? I mean, no official certification but..." He trails off.

"Anyway I think it's fine! I wonder if the ghost stories are real anyway. We'll find out. Are you scared?" He looks down at the more petite of the two (which is as much as a given as the temperature in winter) and offers a smile. "Because if you are, we can always call up a nearby hotel when it gets weird. If it gets weird!"

[yourlastsupper]

"You look like you could use some help....want me to help you?"

Yejun is not a flower expert. No, he doesn't know the difference between a white rose and a yellow rose. Here here is, shuffling through a number of bouquets and singles and whatever else there is. Shelves and rows and stands of flowers. All colors. All in different chapters of their life.

Yejun lifts his head to the voice. The florist. Oh. "Um..." Maybe. He looks back to the flowers, and returns his gaze to the girl. "What would you buy for someone who's dying?" A long pause and an awkward cough fits between his inquiries. "I mean, nothing black. Nothing offensive. What would you get for a dying person you hope doesn't die but will anyway?"

[yourlastsupper]

@kvmen

Yejun is no stranger to the art of chatting up people he doesn't know.

That is, so as long as they have something he wants.

And take that in the lightest way! He doesn't want to do any harm to the man, simply wants to pet his dog. And maybe ask a few questions. Yejun loves animals, but has a lack thereof. Dogs are nice, cats are nice too. He thinks he would want one of those acclaimed "exotic" pets. Like a fox. Or capybara. Something cool.

"A bulldog right?" He eyes the pup, before lifting his gaze toward the male. Surely he's not disturbing them, right? The stranger is taking their plump friend out for a walk, and requests to pet dogs isn't uncommon ground for a dog-owner. "Mind if I pet him?"

Yejun offers a warm smile. Or at least he tries to. That's how it looks in his mind. In reality, it probably presents itself more frozen, pasted. Hey, it's chilly out. Can you blame him? With that being said, he pulls the collar of his large black jacket up to his chin, huffing out a breath that turns to fog in the cold. "I mean, is it even a him?"

[vitkma]

[oldmedicine]