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baekhyunspizza · 8 years ago

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Emergency Room

Member: Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: A late-night mishap lands you and an unexpected guest a visit to the emergency room.

“Another test, honey?” Ms. Lee asks with a sympathetic frown as I slide a tub of pistachio ice cream and a pack of Oreos across the counter. Her family owned gas station was conveniently located a two blocks from my dorm at the university, and it serves as my go-to consolement when I fall victim to the errors of Mr. Ko.

“I just can’t catch break in my physics class. And I definitely didn’t need such a low test grade so close to Christmas. Mr. Ko couldn’t teach if his life depended on it,” I reply, the defeat clear in my voice. I actually went into the class feeling good about the material. But one poor exam and a fat red F later, I quickly learned that acceleration and velocity were not my forte.

“Well, you tell Mr. Ko that if he keeps this up, he’s gonna have a very angry Hana Lee to deal with,” she says with a southern drawl, a teasing smile reaching her eyes.

“I’ll make sure to relay the message. He’ll be quaking in his New Balance sneakers,” I laugh. Offering a small thanks to Ms. Lee, I grab my change and take my plastic bag from the counter. I check to make sure my barely-functioning keychain is securely attached to my belt loop, frowning at the little keys hanging onto the misshapen and cracked plastic ring. I wave once more in Ms. Lee’s direction before shuffling out of the store, a subtle chime indicating my exit.

Small snowflakes begin to descend from the sky and I quietly thank myself for deciding to drive to the store instead of walk. Although the store is a mere two blocks from my dorm, I have enough street smarts to know that walking by myself at this time of night would be a stupid idea. That, and I’ve seen just enough episodes of Criminal Minds to make me incredibly paranoid. Just as I mentally applaud myself for my wise thinking, a warm, large hand covers my shoulder and I immediately stop in my tracks.

“Miss,” his deep voice says.

This is it, I think.

It was actually happening. I knew my luck would run out eventually. I am going to die at as a broke college student, wearing my Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and my mom’s Levis from 1997. Holding a tub of pistachio ice cream.

Why couldn’t I have an honorable death, like saving children from an oncoming bus or rescuing puppies from a burning building? I’d even settle for some sort of freak accident. But dying on a late night ice cream run is a little ridiculous. It sounds like something from a flopped murder mystery novel. I can see the newspaper headlines now. Girl Dies Buying Ice Cream from Abysmal Gas-Station. I can’t let myself die in such a humiliating situation. I have too much dignity. Clenching my jaw and balling up my fists, I wheel around on my heel and aim directly for the middle of his face.

“What are you doi-” he asks with wide eyes, not being able to finish his question before my knuckles collide with his nose. Why don’t they emphasize how much socking someone in the face can hurt in the movies? I knew it’d sting a little, but I didn’t expect for my knuckles to feel like they were in split in half underneath my skin. Shaking out my hand to ease the pain, I look back to the man and see fresh blood gushing from his nose. His long, lanky legs stumble back and he bends over the waist, trying to avoid bleeding on his dark jeans and black converse. It drips onto the pavement in small crimson specks and I feel proud.

Yeah, I did that. Go me.

“Serves you right for trying to touch me, jerk,” I yell in his direction before hurriedly reaching for the handle to the driver’s door of my car.

“You dropped this!” he hollers. The man waves a small object in his hand and I squint as an attempt to make out its shape. It catches the light of a nearby street lamp and glints a metallic pink color. Crap. Looking down at the keychain in my hand, I notice there’s only four keys instead of five. He begins to walk towards me with his palms outstretched in front of him. The universal sign of surrender.

“I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you. You just dropped your key while you were fumbling with your bags so I was gonna return it to you,” he said, carefully pinching the petite key in between his thumb and index finger to avoid dirtying it with any blood. Up close, I see that he’s not a middle aged pervert. He’s probably only a year or two older than me. Wavy brown hair covers his forehead and his big eyes are wide with fear of being struck again.

There have only been two other times in my life when I’ve been this mortified. Once, when I was five and had an accident on the first day of kindergarten out of nerves, and again when Bryce Taylor rejected me at the spring formal in eighth grade. But this….This might top the list. I probably just broke the nose of the guy.

“I-I can’t believe I just did that I’m so sorry-” The words cannot come out of my mouth fast enough as I rush up to him and look up to examine his wounds.

“Do you have anything to stop the blood?” he asks, turning his head to the side and spitting out crimson from his mouth. I rummage through my purse for anything that could possibly pause the continuous stream, but it’s a lost cause.

“I don’t-I don’t have anything. Oh God it’s getting worse,” I start to panic as the flow seems to be getting heavier.

“I’m driving you to the hospital.”

“No, it should stop soon. I’ll be fine really,” he says looking at the ground, eyes widening at the large burgundy patches on the concrete.

“No, we’re going. I’m not gonna be able to live with myself if I just leave you here with a broken nose in the snow,” I insist, leading him to my car. I unlock the passenger door and he ducks in, his height proving to be problematic inside my 1994 Honda Accord. Sliding into my seat, I ignite the engine and the vehicle roars to life.

“I never got your name,” I say turning towards him.

“I’m Chanyeol,” he replies, leaning his head back against the headrest.

“Y/N. Sorry for breaking your nose,” I say sheepishly. Snow continues to fall outside, but not heavy enough to making driving difficult.

“So...are you a student at the university?” he asks, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

“I’m surprised you’re being so cordial to me. But yes, I am.”

“I figured I should get to know the person who’s driving me to the hospital. Maybe we can even be friends.”

“But I broke your nose.”

“I’m not one to hold grudges,” he says, and I laugh at his playful banter. I silently thank God for making him such a friendly individual.

“Maybe. You should have my number, so you can send me any information about the hospital bill. I’d feel awful if you paid for it yourself since this entire thing is my fault.”

“You think I’m gonna make you pay for the bill. I didn’t peg you for a jokester.’

“I’m serious, I’d really feel better if you had it,” I insist, giving him my number in case he needs it.

“Hey, Chanyeol?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you try not to get any blood on my seats? They’re leather.”

“You broke my nose.”

“Touché.”

“Thank you, Dr. Nam. I would say I hope to see you again soon, but that wouldn’t exactly be the truth. At least, I wouldn’t want to visit again under circumstances like this,” Chanyeol says, shaking hands with the middle aged physician.

“It’s my job, son. Maybe you’ll find a better way to approach young women at night,” Dr. Nam replies with a smile.

“Fair enough,” Chanyeol laughs.

I learned a couple of things about Chanyeol as we sat in the urgent care waiting room. He was a law student that grew up near the coast but moved to our small town this year to start settling down. He’s the only one in his family that decided to pursue their education and go to college. He’s also an expert charmer.

“So I never asked, but what was a pretty girl like you doing in a place like that old gas station?” he says, nudging my elbow with his. I look up from the magazine I’ve been reading to pass the time as we wait for his name to be called for a consultation with Dr. Bynes. I roll my eyes at his lame attempt to hit on me, but I smile at the corniness of it all.

“Failed test. Needed some saturated fat and excessive sugar to ease the hurt. And what’s a pretty boy like you doing walking by himself late at night? Haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger?”

“I’d like to not become strangers.”

“I ruined your nose.”

“Oh please. We both know my real moneymaker is my smile,” He flashes a thousand dollar grin at me and I laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Chanyeol asks, confused by my source of amusement.

“It’s just an odd sight. You smiling as your nose is broken and dried blood running down your face. That, and your tooth”

“I’m known for my nice set of chompers.”

“I chipped it.”

“You did not,” he says, reaching for my phone and checking his front teeth in the reflection on my screen.

“Guess the nose wasn’t enough.”

“You know,” he starts, “you’re making it really hard to flirt with you.”

“So what do you think? Could I pull off this look?” Chanyeol asks as we walk back to my car. His nose is covered in white bandages and all of the dried blood has been removed from his face.

“I don’t know, Chip. The whole mummy vibe isn’t really working in your favor,” I reply, pointing to the gauze.

“Chip?”

“Your tooth.”

“Does that make you Mrs. Potts?”

“No way. She’s old.”

“Well, I mean based on those jeans, I wouldn’t have a hard time believing you’re a mom of four,” I hit his arm and scowl at him.

“Hey now, I don’t need you breaking my arm too,” he says as he pretends to wince in pain and rubs the spot where I hit him.

“Dork.”

He just smiles, chipped tooth and all.

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baekhyunspizza · 8 years ago

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Is This Love?

Member: Jongin

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst(?)/Fluff

Synopsis: A failed past relationship has left you scorned and skeptical about to love. Your friend, Jongin, has felt the effects of your broken heart all too much.

Was this love?

No, it couldn’t be.

This wasn’t the hearts-for-eyes, warm, fuzzy experience movies made it out to be. Not the impromptu dinner dates or nights of endless talking, whispering sweet nothings to each other. There was no feeling of adventure when they were together.

No, this was different.

This was security. Everything was a routine. After your 11:00 AM Psychology class, he would wait for you outside, leaning against the lamppost until he spotted you leaving the building. Then, he’d take you to the university’s less-than-impressive coffee shop, where you both sat, sipping your usual orders (yours, a caramel latte, and his, black with two packets of sugar). After, you’d go to the library. You’d work on homework while he sat next to you reading a book, occasionally helping you solve a problem you didn’t quite understand. Then you’d usually go to his place to talk or watch a movie until it was late and it was time to leave. It was so much different than last time. You made sure that you didn’t make the same mistake as before. It was comforting to know that everything would always be the same. Safe, even.

“I like you, Y/N. You know that,” Jongin whispered, brushing her cheekbone with the back of his knuckles.

“I know you do,” you whispered back to him, your head leaning into his touch.

“Then what are you so afraid of?”

“I can’t be hurt like last time. Not again.”

“I’m not like him. You’re not just a game to me. I care about you, Y/N.”

You thought back to what just seemed like any other Tuesday night until you found out. You would never forget the emotions that had been experienced that day. How it felt to come home, and see him with her, in your own house. The house you lived in together. Made memories in. All of your nights filled with promises, hearts racing and passion pumping through your veins, were now replaced with feelings of anger. Jealousy. Hurt. Betrayal.

“I just…” you paused, inhaling a shaky breath, “This is all so scary for me, you know? No one has made me feel this way since he-... I just can’t take the risk again. At least, not right now. I’m just not ready.” Jongin nodded and took your hands in his. He cast his gaze downward, watching as he rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs.

“I’ll give you all the space you need. And, when, or if, you feel like you’re ready, you know where to find me. I’ll wait as long as it takes,” he replied, giving her hands a squeeze. You nodded and looked at the ground.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re totally in love with each other,” Nina laughed as she grabbed a piece of pepperoni off of your slice of pizza.

“We’re not even dating.” you said, scrunching your nose at Nina’s sticky fingers. You never told your friends about your conversation with Jongin that night. All Nina and Jordan knew was that he was a classmate you hung out with frequently. They were so set on helping you find love again after what happened last time. They’d flip if they knew you were purposely avoiding a relationship, especially with someone as great as Jongin.

“We’re not even dating,” she replied in a mocking tone, “Like hell you guys don’t have feelings for each other. You’ve been spending every waking second together for eight months. I’m surprised you even agreed to eat with us today after cancelling on us four times just to ‘study’ with him.”

“I'm serious. Me and Jongin are just friends. I've told you guys all of this before,” you said in a weak attempt to get your friends to stop teasing you. It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were with them.

“Wow, you’re right. Now you’ve really convinced us,” Jordan elbowed Nina and they both laughed. They took turns in pestering you about your ‘relationship’ with Jongin.

“He’s basically a puppy whenever he’s around you.”

“She’s right. He’s lost without you. He’s so whipped, it’s pretty funny.”

“Right? Plus, why would he insist on being with you all-day, every-day if he wasn’t infatuated by you?”

“He treats you better than Jinyoung ever did. I wish you would’ve been with Jongin for those two years instead of that jerk,” Nina added.

“Stop!”, you snapped at the mention of Jinyoung’s name. Nina and Jordan fell silent and looked down at their plates. “Just...stop, okay? What me and Jongin have is nothing like my relationship with Jinyoung.”

“But, you admit there’s something?” Nina asked, eyes full of hope. You sighed and wiped your hands on the napkin in front of you.

“Me and Jongin… We can’t have anything. I’m not ready to have anything.”

“It’s been almost two years since Jinyoung. I think it’s been long enough,” Jordan replied.

“And who are you to decide for me if it’s been too long? You weren’t the one to walk into their own home and see the person they love-,” you paused. “Loved, I mean. Walk in and see the person they loved caressing another woman, telling her the same words they thought were meant just for them. It messes a person up, okay? I can’t afford to be that vulnerable again,” you shot back.

“Obviously it’d mess a person up. Jordan and I just don’t want to see you closing yourself off from the rest of the world. And we’ve seen how you are when you’re with Jongin. He makes you happy, Y/N. Is it so bad for us to want you to be happy?” Nina answered quietly, reaching across the table and taking your hand. You felt the the familiar sensation of water welling up in your eyes. You regretted snapping at your two best friends; they may pester and tease, but their intentions were nothing but pure. All this time, you thought their obsession with your love life was for their own amusement, when in reality, all they wanted was to see someone restore the fire in your eyes. You looked up at the fluorescent lights of the pizza parlor, blinking until you felt the tears receding before you spoke.

“Well...he makes me happy. And he’s kind-God he’s so sweet. Better than anything I deserve. The way I feel terrifies me…” you said, looking down at your plate before slowly bringing your gaze to meet that of your friends. Nina had her chin resting in her palm, a dreamy expression taking over her face. Jordan smirked smugly and nudged Nina.

“Ah, love. So sweet. You’ve got Nina over here practically drooling at the thought of a hot, compassionate guy loving her. You’re living her biggest fantasy.”

“I am not drooling!” she said, swatting Jordan on the arm. They scowled at each other before turning their attention back to you.

“As much as you want me to say it, I don’t think I love him yet. And I don’t think he really loves me either... I mean, with Jinyoung, things were so much different. Our entire relationship was a rush, everything we did was on a whim. He constantly kept me on my toes, and always told me how much I meant to him. But with Jongin… everything feels so secure. I feel like I always know what to expect from him. Is love supposed to be this way?” you asked, wanting to hear your friends’ opinions.

“Y/N, everything felt so ‘exciting’ with Jinyoung because he never wanted to settle down. He was indecisive, and only thought of the now. That’s why your relationship felt like a rush. It was literally that: rushed. He wasn’t thinking long term. And, if he was able to cheat so easily without even blinking an eye, would you still call his feelings for you ‘love’?” Nina asked. The words stung you, but you needed to hear them.

“Plus,” Jordan added, “everyone shows affection towards others in their own way. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.”

You let the words resonate in your brain as you nodded, grabbing your pizza and taking a bite.

“Psych is gonna be the death of me, I swear,” you groaned, closing your textbook and rubbing your temples with your index fingers.

“That test won’t stand a chance against that brain of yours,” Jongin said, earning him a playful shove from you as you sat next to him on his couch.

“I can’t do this. I’m gonna fail.”

“I know you can. You’re wicked smart.”

“Quit the flattery. You and I both know Psych is my worst subject.”

“So what? We’ll stay up all night studying if we have to. I’m not gonna let you bomb this. I know you’re capable of doing well.”

You frowned at the thought of having to stay up all night reviewing the material. It was already 9:00 PM, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Actually,” Jongin began as he leaned over to the table next to him and grabbed a handful of pamphlets, “A couple of days ago, I remembered you had this big test coming up, so I kind of anticipated a late-night study session. I figured it wouldn’t be so bad if we ordered some of your favorite take out to eat as we go along.” He handed you the folded pieces of paper and you thumbed through them, instantly recognizing the names of your favorite Indian, Chinese, and Italian restaurants.

“I didn’t know which you’d prefer, so I just grabbed them all. We could even order something from each place if you really wanted to.”

“That sounds great,” you said as looked up from the menus and smiled at him, “Thank you.”

You watched as he dialed the numbers of each restaurant and ordered, already knowing exactly what you’d want. He sensed you watching him and flashed a smile as he waited for the last restaurant to answer his call. You were touched that he had remembered about your big test, or that he even cared enough to think of ways to make your dreary night better.

“Everyone shows affection towards others in their own way. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words,” Jordan’s insight from earlier rang in your head.

“Alright, they should be here in twenty minutes,” he said, putting his phone on the table beside him and turning towards you.

“Jongin?”

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Really? I mean, I figured you’d want to wait until the food got here to start studying again. But if you’re feeling ambitious we could go ahead and start now-”

“No,” you laughed at his innocence.

“I’m confused about what you’re trying to say.”

“I meant,” you began, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his, “I’m ready.”

Jongin looked at you, then to your hands, then back to you again before a goofy smile that reached his eyes took over his face. He pulled you towards him and buried his face in your hair, one hand on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.

Was this love? You thought.

Yes, it had to be.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first piece written on here, but I have many more to come. Requests are also open at the moment. I will aim to post once a week, but will adjust as needed based on demand/workload. Please leave feedback/comments! They are greatly appreciated!

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