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caelumms​

nitpicking 

location: a busy hospital wing — a doctor runs towards an office

words to describe park sunghyun? 

if you were to ask the elderly in his hometown, their worn-out faces would beam with pride as they tell you of how he would rush to help them carry their groceries. or how he would pick out the vegetables as the local market better than any housewife. a nice boy, a caring boy.

if you were to ask his co-workers, they would say he was a competent doctor, kind yet firm with his patients, understanding of their pain and struggles of the children he worked with. they would sigh and say they don’t understand how he could work with the youngest and most fickled patients, how he could deal with the loss of a child’s heartbeat.

but if you were to ask his younger sister, perhaps she would say he’s a busy body. he couldn’t let those around him go through any discomfort — he had more in common with a nagging auntie than anything else. 

sunghyun could not deny those words — always eager to help. always eager to be the reason for the problem being fixed. always eager to ease the tension of a cold surgery room. 

and his interactions with hyorin were no different. it was no surprise how he would slither his way into her office in between surgeries hoping on updates on past patients. sweetening his questions with a cup of coffee, or a bag of pastries from the canteen.

the rather firm and nonsense personality of the physical therapist did not make him falter — after all, anything for his patients.

“hyorin,” sunghyun’s voice is sweet as he struggles to hide the exhaustion that seems to soak his bones after a long string of patients, “ i heard alice lu was given to you, how is she?” he questions, as he holds up a bottle of an energy drink — a dimpled grin appearing on his face. “i’m a bit worried since she can be a bit shy.” 

She moves with new purpose, even if the notion is anything but among those of her type (read: fresh out of school, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with optimism). But that surely can’t be a bad thing, what with the way her caseload looks like on the daily. 

Last Friday had been Anil. Cute as a button, and a real champ through the whole post-op process. Noted by the pediatric surgeon as “strong-willed,” and she’d believed him—wholeheartedly, in all good sense of the word—until she’d been on the receiving end of a tantrum. 

From then on, she’d taken all personality notes by theirs truly with a whopping pound of salt. 

Which, speak of the devil—

“Doc,” she swivels around in the desk chair to greet him with a nod. Her eyes flit from his handsome, mild-mannered face to the energy drink and gets the memo in an instant. A bit shy? (Really?)

“We...managed to get through one set of exercises earlier. I say that’s progress.” 

Hyorin considers her next train of thought and his offering. She accepts it after a beat, cracks it open with a sigh. “You know,” she pauses to take a sip, “It wouldn’t hurt to be more honest now, would it?” 

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wesheo​

Music playing through your Airpods is a luxury. Wes hasn’t felt entitled to one all month, because if there’s anything he’s learned since moving here, even long before, it’s that life is a ballgame. Or is it bargain? Are those even words in that song… no, it’s nightmare.

“True,” he mutters, avoiding the stairs and heading straight for the elevator. Eyebags, while technically genetic and not a product of lack of sleep (at least originally), are something he’d rather talk about than how the weather is (A: I haven’t been able to enjoy it) or what someone’s kid genius nephew is up to (A: Sorry, who again?) at this point. Silence makes company instead, bliss feeling almost foreign as he makes it out the complex.

There’s a corner shop he likes getting gum and canned coffee from, mostly because it’s closer than all the others. Wes wishes he could run, because the sooner they’re in his hand, the better, but who would’ve thought running was a luxury, too? Those who can’t, obviously. He finds it grievous that that’s his case at 27 despite being fairly fit, and sighs when he walks in, as if this is take 35 on set, since that’s how fine and dandy life feels today.

Wes walks to the section containing pain relievers, fever reducers, anything of the sort. It pains him to see another person where he needs to be, partly in case she feels like talking, but otherwise because surely no one needs these pills more than he does (duh, she’s just there because she wants to know what else is in these aside from ibuprofen, obviously). He takes a deep breath and stops inches away from her, eyeing Advil and hoping that’s all he has to make contact with. “Excuse me,” he says, covering his mouth as he’s threatened by another round of nausea. You don’t work here, so I hope you don’t think that I think so. I just need to get a hold of this before this shit continues—

God, another hurl. Wes looks away momentarily, wincing and praying that his head maybe behaves for five more minutes. Can’t even afford to be embarrassed anymore, huh. He crouches down and puts his hand out, pointing vaguely to wherever the Advil is. “Sorry, do you mind passing me a bottle?” Brief enough, no? Please, please don’t make small talk.

There's just no way this wasn't in the fine print somewhere. Between the spiel on renter’s insurance  and the recycling rules, maybe? Firm warning about the random dizzy spells? Mandatory clause for sea legs on all leasers? 

On the elevator she thumbs through the web page pulled up on her phone. Google Says: no, asbestos exposure cannot induce vertigo, so it’s back to square one. Between the dull throbs of her headache she wonders yet again if it’s ancestrally-induced karma or some long-dormant condition that her parents deemed too irrelevant to care for. Talk about being screwed both ways. 

The doors open up to the lobby and she heads for the exit, the shop waiting on the near left. Any other night, there’d be no need to hurry, but with how this one’s gone so far, Hyorin’s taking no chances. 

She scans through the aisles quickly, stopping at nothing until she finds the OTCs, second to bottom shelf—migraine killers, meclizine, thank God. She inhales, desperately wills that the circulating, air-conditioned air of the store does something, anything, to lessen the ick of it all and grabs both pill bottles. Double dose it is. 

The voice from behind her seems to beg for the same, and she obliges. Hyorin turns, Advil in hand. “Here–” and stops at the familiarly unfamiliar face that comes into view. Suddenly hopes her own isn’t hideously seasick green, only at this point, she’s beyond pressing her luck. “Need another?” 

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to everyone waiting on replies/starters/dms aka LITERALLY everyone: i’m so sorry for poofing i had an important interview which had me out of town for a good half of the week ): but i’m back at my place and ready to churn out all the things so thank you for your patience! 

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maybe i was wrong

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i’m always so late to these things ugh but hi i’m jem (she/they, 21+) and this is kang hyorin. more about her along with some very generic plots below. like this to plot! 

former rich kid who got out of a lowkey toxic family environment. when i mean toxic it’s not exactly in the conventional sense, but nonetheless 

freshly graduated with her clinical degree and now working as a physical therapist at some hospital in the city. specialty is in peds but she’ll work with all ages. in it cause she likes it but in some ways its also a two-fold fuck u to her doctor-averse holistic wellness obsessed parents 

moved into center point around 4 months ago, catch her on floor M6 with the rest of y’all dealing with the topsy turvy floor at random times of the day

an outdoorsy person but only for the physicality of it. not one to stop and smell the roses or enjoy a scenic view but is all in for a good hike or camping trip 

idk what else to say...she’s chill and easygoing and just a touch sarcastic without meaning said sarcasm when she tells you to take a second to breathe but yeah

looking for fellow coworkers at a hospital, neighbors who probably stock up on anti-nausea meds together because of that stupid floor, the person whose the reason why their vending machine is always packed with the worst snacks ever, old classmates, exes, the works

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cr.