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[caelumms]

holyrcller​:

TURN OFF THE LIGHT  —  ft. @caelumms

she comes home to find a strange, muddy red footprint sitting on top of the little rattan welcome mat they’d laid out, a trail from the hallway disappearing off into the stairs. a frown over her features, sorin leaning closer to inspect it. uses the toe of her shoe to try to scrape it off, but nothing comes out. huh, strange.

its a mix of annoyance and curiosity that makes her trace these garish footprints up the stairs to the twelfth level, her workbag still with her. it doesn’t seem to be paint, not cakey enough to be mud, and the footprints don’t seem to be getting fainter, even after going up four flights of stairs. plus, it sounds like something’s leaking overhead, getting louder as she follows the trail up. maybe it’s a burst pipe, karma for leaving this mess around the hallways. the mystery substance seems to be stubbornly sticking to the tiles, as dark copper up here as when she’d first spotted it across her door.

the trail stops in front of unit #9, footprints turning in to the doorway. she supposes she’s found the culprit behind that unfortunate trail; there’s even a handprint, no longer just footprints. it’s surprisingly well polished up here, so maybe this is someone’s attempt at a halloween spook. though they should’ve just kept it to their doorway and not all over hers! sorin presses the doorbell, moving to the side so whoever comes to the door will see exactly what her complaints are about.

while there was no denying that sunghyun enjoyed his work as a doctor. he thrived at the chance to help his patients and didn’t mind the long hours that dominated his day but it would be foolish to believe that he did not enjoy his days off. in fact — sunghyun liked to think he was able to fit himself to be the lazier version of himself on his day off quite well. therefore it’s no surprise that his first day off in quite some time has him sprawled on his couch, his university sweatshirt, the logo worn out, and some old drama playing in front of him. of course, his attention is elsewhere, his eyes glued to his phone as he fiddles with some puzzle game.

ugh. he should probably get up and make some dinner, even if it’s way too late to actually consume something.

moments pass, it’s only until the sound of him losing a level that sunghyun finally sits up. he sighs, about to walk towards his kitchen when he pauses, the cherry tune of his doorbell stalling his movements.

quickly, sunghyun makes his way to his door, opening it without much thought, before raising an eyebrow at the visitor, a young woman looking displeased.

“um hello? what brings you here?”

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wesheo​:

Surely Sunghyun didn’t come here to skip leg day…

“I think,” Wes continues, still on about something in between reps, “it was a wakeup call for me.” Hoisting the barbell above his head one last time, he looks at Sunghyun with a raised brow. “Pineapple definitely belongs on pizza, but not just with ham. Mushrooms, green bell peppers, parmesan, pepper flakes…” which is so good at BYOP (Build Your Own Pizza) places, especially—more for yourself. Having to put down the barbell back on the floor is reason enough not to see what Sunghyun exactly thinks about that combo.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you hungry.” Or maybe just himself. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Do you guys eat enough at work?” Taking a swig of his water, Wes motions vaguely at Sunghyun’s… everything. “You need it if you’re standing on your feet for so many hours at a time, right?”

@caelumms, 10 pm

sunghyun wasn’t originally a night owl, but years of cramming textbooks full of anatomy, long shifts as an intern, and grueling surgeries that lasted into the late hours of the night had made him unable to have free time unless the moon was high in the sky. it made sense in his profession that most of his appointments and surgeries would lean towards morning and afternoon. therefore it wasn’t strange for sunghyun to do his grocery shopping, laundry, or working out during the late hours of the night.

what he didn’t expect was to hear his workout partner describe the pro and cons of pineapple on pizza while sunghyun was doing lunges at 10 pm. actually, knowing wes, he should be used to it.  “ my ex wife was really into potato on pizza so…”

“nah it’s fine, but  i could use some food after this,” sunghyun waves off the apology with ease, “ we do,  sometimes if the surgery is long enough, we can even eat snacks,” the doctor explains, finishing the last of his reps. “ believe me, i feel like some of my residents eat too much, and i’m stuck footing the bill.”

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pr0caine​:

OUT OF TOUCH.

There’s a stale taste of coffee that clings in a grime to the flat of Harang’s tongue. The knobby bone right at the end of his spine is starting to ache from where it’s pressed to the hard wood of his crooked, aesthetically-built chair. He’s been awake for long enough now that the pictures he’s sketching onto his tablet are blurring into twinned images, warped and weaving together at the seams. Every so often and Harang squeezes his eyes shut hard to try and right the distortion. 

It’s while he’s in the middle of debating between whether to get a refill on the not-so-great blend of the day to go with the still uneaten sandwich near his wrist, or go home to fall asleep at - what, twelve-thirty in the afternoon? - when there’s an unannounced and uninvited body now sat directly across from him. 

Since when has societal norms forgiven this; marked it as non-transgressional? 

“Don’t let me stop you.” and he thinks, as he says it, that it wouldn’t have stopped him anyway. The same way that a glare and rigid posture that had free-rolled into an ‘I’m good, thanks’ in the lobby a good three weeks ago hadn’t stopped him and his unsolicited advice. If he were more oriented, if he wasn’t running on six hours of sleep had twenty-five hours ago, maybe Harang could’ve dredged up a name. As it stands, it’s that doctor, but where you say with a snap of the tongue to the roof of the mouth, like trying to rid the taste of sour pennies. 

The shift in body language is a little funny, elbows knocked to the table and shoulders rounded off in a stiff hunch, an animal defending a den. Only, it’s a weedy little table trapped in the middle of an overcrowded café, and there’s no real reason for Harang to feel so territorial over it past stubborn entitlement and ill-will. It hadn’t mattered until someone else put their hands all over it, a forgotten toy at the playground turned popular only when a child stakes claim. Maybe later when he’s home and well rested he’ll feel ashamed. Or maybe he just won’t give a fuck. 

And besides, he hadn’t eaten his food yet. Like a reminder, he tugs his plate closer and swallows down a bite. Doesn’t bother tasting it on the way down. 

sunghyun knows medling is a vice. one that he struggled to ignore on withhold on occasion. perhaps a lingering after effect of spending his middle school and high school days taking care of a toddler, and it only worsen with his time in his career in medicine. always eager to offer advice, from telling his old classmates to dress warmly as fall arrived, to now giving detailed lists to his patients after they leave him.

oh how some painted him a saint but others, ( like his younger sister ) would like to point out it has more to do with a savior complex than anything else.

his experience with the man before him was more akin to his sister’s idea, so he had supposed after their first meeting, he recalls that the other man did not take kindly to him offering advice the last time he had caught the other man with a bad cold.

and yes there’s a part of sunghyun that found it almost unbearable to think that someone had a sour opinion of him.

the nervous tapping of fingers are the only movement sunghyun makes after he sits down, unsure where to start, caught off guard by their less than stellar meeting few weeks prior.

his eyes drop down to the buzzer, it remains silent unfortunately.

“um, i don’t think i introduced myself last time,  i’m sunghyun kim, i live at centerpoint too..” the cheerfulness of his voice a bit hesitant, almost sounding too forced.

“listen..” sunghyun at this point feels as though there is really no way to move forward with the other man in front of him unless he confronts the awkwardness headon. there is little pros for betting around the bush, and a man like him prided himself in being straightforward.

“i’m glad i ran into you, i want to apologize for stepping out of line,” he fidgets in his seat for a moment, as if his body had to keep up with his mind, as sunghyun struggle to find the right words, “ i have a problem with meddling, i have a younger sister so it comes naturally, and me choosing a doctor as a career has only made it worse.”

his eyes drop to his buzzer once more, it remains frozen, no movement or buzz in sight.

the crowd of other patrons continue to fill the silence.

“i shouldn’t have just gave you advice without you asking for it, i know it was a nosey thing to do, so i just wanted to apologize about that.” sunghyun explains after his silence, a firm nod following his words.

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slidetckle​:

last call

@caelumms

He walks in just minutes before the doors swing close for the night.

The sense of deja vu right then and there evokes more amusement than serious disbelief. Untimeliness purely by circumstance, and never on purpose—so memory has it, anyway. There isn’t much to string together but distant associations: some past overlap in alma matter, former ex-boyfriend of a former ex-roommate she hasn’t seen since, and now people of the same city.

Junghwa’s never been one to let a silence sit for too long, so she’d cut to the chase. Hello’s, how’re you’s, and how’ve you been’s passed through with ease, trite precursors to unavoidable small talk that had made its rounds through the rented banquet hall. Years of working corporate have perpetually set old habits in stone. 

Now, there’s enough caught up time to forgo pretense completely. “You dropped by,” she smiles. It’s both an observation and an echo. Junghwa shifts away from the bar counter to reach for the half-empty Lagavulin and a glass-bottled Coke on the shelf. “Gotta make do with this and cashews.” 

there’s a sheepishness that followed him as he stepped into junghwa’s restaurant. it seems as though everytime he entered the older woman’s presence, sunghyun reverted back to the awkward undergrad he was when they met, a guest into her residence — never quite belonging unless given permission to enter. 

to be honest, he didn’t expect this  — was it a friendship? he supposed, he didn’t expect to find himself looking forward to meeting with junghwa, but the lack of friends and family from home made the surgeon eager to drop by at least once a week if his schedule allowed it. 

“yeah,” sunghyun waves his hand apologetically, “sorry, there was an emergency patient i had to take a look at, i would have dropped by earlier.”  the man twitches his nose at the options, well he supposed he deserved for coming in late, “was there a lot of customers today?” he questions, as he picks up the glass bottle, staring at the dark liquid, “ i can’t imagine opening up a restaurant, having everything rely on you must be stressful.”

[caelumms]

!! i have know added some plots for the both sunghyun and yiseul under the read more!  so once again like this post so i can hit ur dms (or discords if i have it )

sunghyun

any of the spooky apartment hijinks please!!!

sunghyun taking care of your muse after you go a little hard on the zombie crawl, no worries about the puke just drink the water he has for ya.

sunghyun is going to be dressed as kim jaewook’s character in the guest aka hot priest so do with that what you will 

someone please let sunghyun stay in their apartment in the middle floor on the fourth night if not he’s gonna have to sleep in the hospital and he doesn't want that.

yiseul 

yiseul swears she’s not crazy she’s been seeing handprints and a leaky sound all night! and she’s trying to convince someone to see them too

she def did not run out at 3:15 am wearing two different shoes and a ratty ass hoodie with an anime character on it nope

also she gonna be trying to make some halloween candies let’s see if they work out

the mystery gang to her velma for the costume party

uh speaking of which someone help her try to speak to mr.kwok without dying ok cool.

yiseul’s apartment is open to those seeking refugee on the last night, ignore the shrine to mr. darcy that’s not important 

hello friends, i’m opening up short threads for the halloween event for yiseul and @caelumms so like this post and i’ll come into your dms 

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planetearths​:

it begins on a default timeline of niceness.

not interest, nor attraction, neither of two and nothing combined. but rather it’s the flattery that keeps curiosity afloat. push and pull, repel and engage until the fun starts to die out like the butt of a cigarette. weak, all smoked through until it can’t go through another inhale no matter how many colorful lighters a pocket can hold.

that’s how it’s starting to feel. here, and now after luca hits the blue send button, the response reading: “haha yeah i’m off at six come on down only if you want to”. the last five words glosses over the immediate, passive unenthusiasm. it’s serving its purpose as indicators when a voice can’t be heard, but typing remains all the same. the formula is simple: when chased, keep them waiting. for every readily prompted message they send, keep them apart. twenty minutes, ten minutes, maybe or sometimes within the five minute mark so intentions are blurred between kindness and the decency to owe someone a text. long enough to also blow them with a “sorry i fell asleep last night haha work was tiring me out”, and it’s never the case. never was.

luca slumps in the seat of his car. a dull ache nestles on one side of his head, the aftertaste of spearmint gum clicking to his teeth remains a rubbery lather. he sits, and sits, and sits and stares at the concrete nothingness right before him until the fluorescent lighting on his phone brightens half of his face. he knows it’s from an unsaved number and wills himself to get out of the vehicle, rush up to his apartment and throw the evening away to a man who’s socially signal deficient.

the car beeps shut and luca walks semi-briskly to the elevator. the shadow of another’s figure meets his eye. the entire getup, the business bag (not sure if it’s a briefcase, that’s his own fault), the haircut from the back of his head, it’s all but unknown. the new balances on his feet hastens.

“hey, sunghyun right? hey, hey,” luca works himself around sunghyun’s side and towards the front. “we’re friends, and you’re a good person, right? okay, cool, ‘cause listen, i’ve got this guy coming over and i’ve tried everything in the book. told him i couldn’t meet up with him on multiple occasions ‘cause my cat died, my car keeps breaking down, i got food poisoning for two weeks, you get the idea—i can’t shake him off.” he’s nearly out of breath until he riddles park sunghyun for belly laughter, “so i kinda need you, not in the ‘fall and i can’t get up’ kinda way, but the ‘i’m kinda talking to somebody but we don’t have anything serious at the moment because we’re happy being friends’ way.”

some silence. a quiet heartbeat or two.

“..in return i’ll give you my netflix password, if that’s cool with you?”

@caelumms​

there was a homeroom teacher back when sunghyun was just a high schooler, who had written a comment on one of his report cards, that the young man was too helpful. and while the spirit of good deeds remains positive, his teacher had cautioned that it can consume his own needs.

unfortunately, sunghyun had found the advice preachy —  some used cigarettes, alcohol, or video games for a dopamine fix, on the other hand, he could not shake the thrill of completing a request.

which lands the man here. sunghyun at his lowest — 12 hours of red alerts, screaming babies and parents in his ear, and unsure residents looking up at him with uneasy expressions, his brain feels as though they have been plucked out, worn thin by some unknown pressure. the surgeon’s feet ache and he wonders if they have been replaced by the feet of a man who had been wandering the desert’s sands for a month with no rest.  

the idea of just throwing himself on his bed without a proper shower or meal seems like heaven. only an elevator ride away, only 10 more minutes of this half-baked conscious. only a few more floors be-

the daydream of his plush sheets is interrupted by an unfamiliar voice calling out for a park sunghyun. there must be another park sunghyun in the building, yes perhaps there was, who just happened to be in the garage at the same time as his.

his steps are stalled, hindered by a willowy white man with dark hair — he’s suddenly reminded of a horror character his sister was fearful of as a child. what was it? lankyman?  

the english starts to blur and in sunghyun’s exhausted state the words and meanings buffer, but he manages to catch a phrase — one that perks up his energy “you’re a good person, right?” ah. well, how can he deny a request when this man was so kind.

“you want me to…” his mind buffers once more, the silence between them linger as sunghyun refocuses, “ you want me to pretend to uh..be with you to get this guy on a dating app off your back?”

this wasn’t the first time he had been asked for this task. unassuming and over-eager to help, many friends had asked sunghyun to pose for a photo, to scold someone over the phone, or something similar to shake off an unwanted suitor.

this however was the first time a person he did not know had asked him for the favor.

well, he heard ted lasso was good. he has done weirder things before.

“make it apple tv.” sunghyun says, not sure why the image of his old homeroom teacher comes to mind, but nonetheless he gives a worn-out smile to the other man. “but you never introduced yourself, i would find it a bit tactless not to know the name of ‘the not so serious person who i’m talking to’, so before we go meet up this guy.”

unfortunately his bed would have to wait.

[caelumms]

seesiyeon​:

❝ @caelumms —

she hesitated for a moment before rushing back to her coffee table to remove the drawing from view, slipping it in between some photography art books. (he knew about her, but he didn’t have to know everything.) then she returned to the door, opening it to reveal her red-faced ex-boyfriend: “i changed it after you left.”

sunghyun if anything is a creature of habit. 

therefore it is not surprising to himself when he finds himself in the doorframe of his former lover — even if his brain is covered in the hazy comfort of alcohol, usually precise fingers press clumsily against the keypad. the memories of returning home to siyeon with flustered cheeks and a warm bed overtaking over those of betrayal and confusion. 

his haircuts appointments are planned out to the hour, his laundry done at the same time every week, his phone calls with his mother and younger sister rarely varied. 

perhaps he has always been that way, a child with two working parents could not stray far from the path they planned for him. pick up hyunmi by 3 p.m, be sure to she makes it to her weekly appointments — have her in bed by 10 p.m. 

or maybe the un-yielding schedule of 10 years of medical experience has eroded any chance of spontaneity for sunghyun. 

though if one were to linger over the process and peeked over the meticulous planners and rigid routine, it can be seen that the surgeon finds comfort in the known. the probability that played with illness, could never be fully accounted for.

ah. where did his mind go to? the fog of sunghyun brain finds clarity for a moment, the unimpressed words of siyeon is like a beacon — sheepishness is evident in his smile, as he tries to blink himself into a coherent mindset. 

“i was hoping you would have some ramen,” sunghyun suggests his tone uncomplicated, the embarrassment of walking into his old girlfriend’s apartment is not lost on him, but he cares little for social faux pas. if anything the woman before him should feel the embarrassment, the ending of their relationship was as civil as one could be. “ i’m craving some, and i ran out last week.”

“that’s good siyeon, you should always be careful” the name should be bitter tasting, but once again, sunghyun is a creature of habit. he yearns for the comforts of a familiar face, of the friendship they once shared, even if it had been scarred by the unraveling of lies and honesty. they — correction perhaps only sunghyun spilled his secrets, his dreams, and goals with the other. “did i catch you at a bad time? didn’t you want to hear how hyunmi’s graduation went? we should catch up” of course, even in a drunken state in front of his ex, he could not bear not to brag about his sister.

his shoes are eventually taken off, though at first clumsily, the surgeon takes a moment to straighten them out. sunghyun’s eyes scanned the apartment, it had been a few months since he had stepped into it, but in his haze, he can’t see a difference, perhaps she had gotten rid of their photos together, like how are hidden in his box of trinkets of memories past.  

“we had a long-term patient check out today, henry was his name, i don’t know if you remember her,” sunghyun explains, even if siyeon had not asked about how he found himself in this state. “so the residents and i went out to celebrate, you should have seen him, all smiles but no front teeth, he said he was going to disneyland..” 

his mind is elsewhere now, stuck in the last image of one of his patients — waving furiously as his mother carried him. 

“so we drank, but i think i had too much, i took a wrong turn..were the hallways always so confusing?” 

[caelumms]

hi friends i’ve kind of lost track of what plotting i’ve had for sunghyun + yiseul, so like this so i can come into ur dms/discords

[caelumms]

ltuscter​:

                                                                         ☾

there’s simplicity in a good cut. sheer gratification from a scalpel in her hand, slicing like butter through skin. it’s unclear when this change occurred, for kim yisol had not once dreamed about a life of scalpels and organs as a little girl (at the time, it had only been ballerinas and going to outer space and owning a patisserie), but it’s undeniable now—that she’s a certified surgical junkie. that professional dance and outer space and cute cakes aside, nothing exhilarates her more than cutting into a body.

                                                                                       is that wrong to say out loud? maybe.

and for the most part, it’s worth it. for the most part, standing under the o.r lights for hours on end is worth it. these days, with an attending like @caelumms, brilliant and eager to teach and eyecandy all the same, it’s especially worth it. 

so when she steps into an o.r half past noon and exits a full eight hours later, yisol doesn’t mind the faint ache in her legs, more so preoccupied by the tremor in her hands—residual adrenaline if you will—that’s what happens when you’ve held a living beating heart in your hands. but more importantly, and her heart beats especially so at this, is the invitation for drinks from said attending at the end of it all.

now, who was she to say no? 

and so, let’s fast forward a moment here—past the quick post ops and chart notes and even quicker shower and the comb she rakes through her hair and what little makeup she manages to throw on before the clock strikes 10—and she’s ready to go.

suspiciously eager, almost akin to a schoolgirl (hell, she feels like one—embarrassing as it is), is our dearest kim yisol, standing idly by in the lobby in anticipation for the appearance of her latest ‘crush’. 

though, is it a crush? or is it lust? or maybe misplaced admiration? well, we’ll figure it out when we get there. 

few things are constant in this spinning rock in space.

one — death is ever-present. the darkness of his bedroom on quiet nights can attest to that.

two — life is ever-present. the laughter and adoration of the family fill the air can attest to that.

three — there will always be someone to save. the bags under his co-workers and the achiness of his bones can attest to that.

four — sunghyun hardly remains single for long. a serial monogamist — what he lacked in hookups and one night, he made for netflix dates and homemade dinners.

it’s not unsurprising. how his nights seemed lonelier in the past few months, how he finally downloaded that dating apps the residents spoke about constantly. or how he lingered over his ex-wife’s number more often than not.

regardless — what is surprising is when he suggests surgeon resident kim yisol to meet up for  drinks after their shift. there’s a part of him that wants to protest, he always wanted to treat the residents, or it was a tiring operation, she deserved a nice outing to relax and to celebrate.

but sunghyun knows it has more to do with the fact his empty apartment held little interest for him — while drinks with a co-worker whose eyes lingered a bit too often was much more appealing.

and as sunghyun finishes freshening up, his white coat exchanged for his old college pullover, and the quiet tiredness that remains on his shoulders even after a shift seemed to lighten.

his hair is still a bit damp as he leaves his office, and makes his way to the lobby, his phone out as he tries to remember the bar that he saw on instagram the other day. would one by his apartment work? yisol lived there too correct? it would be more convenient.

“yisol,” sunghyun calls out as the younger woman’s figure comes into view, “are you sure you’re up for some drinks?” his eyebrows furrow in concern as he scans the resident’s face, “ i just wanted to treat you, i know how tough pediatric surgeries can be.” a memory of a fellow intern fainting during the first time they watched their attending operate on a newborn comes to mind, but he does not say anything, yisol was always made up for stronger stalk.

“anyways, enough about work” his smile is bright, as he gestures for yisol to walk in front of him, “is that bar by centerpoint good? i heard a few of the other residents talking about it, but i haven’t been to it yet.” —

[caelumms]

hey kid, close your eyes +  @yoosunghos

location: a busy hospital wing — a doctor sits in his office, as a first year resident follows him in

park sunghyun has spent more than half his life in and out of bright hallways of hospitals. his teenage years filled with sitting beside his sister during appointments, his early twenties running after his superiors like a lost puppy — and well, his thirties? there has not been much of a change, his days are filled with uneasy parents, shy children but now he does have multiple residents following at his heels as he did almost a decade ago. 

and as he observes the younger man walking into his office, sunghyun wondered if he had approached his superiors with the same curiosity in his eyes, still held the uneasiness in his shoulder. it was always humanizing to see the residents — who still gingerly held their breath when entering the operating room. 

the doctor knew how overwhelming it could be, there was only so much you could prepare for as a student and as an intern. it was tough to balance the constant bustle of a hospital.

“sungho, are you assisting with any surgeries today?” sunghyun questions, his eyes shifting from the other to his computer, checking up on his rooster for today. “if you’re free then, would you like to join me to met one of the patients?” 

the man clicks off of the window, standing up from his seat, putting on the white lab coat that hung not too far from him. “have you met jane in room 405?” sunghyun questions, a smile appearing of his lips as he recalls the young girl who has resided there for at least a year now. “it’s important to check up on our long term patients especially in pediatrics, a lot of times we forget they’re just children, you know?”

[caelumms]

nitpicking + @intensicns

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.” 

[caelumms]

out of touch + @pr0caine

location: a cafe on a busy afternoon, the weather is clear and the mood is good

on his days off — sunghyun enjoyed the little things, waking up after the sunrises, letting himself linger in front of his television for an hour or more, and another thing? allowing himself to treat himself to a nice meal out where he could eat slowly without the dread of being called for whatever reason.

and today was no different.

the doctor had hoped the local coffee shop near the apartments would have been empty but he supposes that was just a dream; after all, it was noon on a weekday, most people should be on their lunch break at the moment.

it was unfortunately packed to the brim, the chatter of voices loud enough that the cashier had to almost yell as she passed sunghyun a small buzzer after he had ordered his lunch. his eyes scan the busy cafe; there were no empty tables at the moment, most of the seats filled with office workers, college students, and couples. perhaps fate had him forced to take his meal home. his face drops — well, so much for a nice meal out huh?

but as his eyes scan the room one more time, he notices a somewhat vaguely familiar face sitting in the corner alone, a spare seat available.

now — they had maybe only spoken once, well, to be frank, sunghyun had noticed the other man looking rather haggard one day in the lobby and offered some advice off-handedly. he could hear his sister scold him, always a busy body and never able to take off the white lab coat.

but it couldn’t be harmful to try? sunghyun couldn’t necessarily avoid the tug of concern spotting the other man anyways. his steps are a bit uneasy as he steps towards the other, a pleasant smile on his face, “um hi, i don’t know if you remember me but, i think we spoke once at the lobby of our apartment building, you don’t mind if i take this seat right? this cafe is super packed.”

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hihi!!! so excited to be a part of this rp and to write for sunghyun!! anyways you’ll probably find him half asleep wondering the halls to his apartment (T12s #9 North) because he works crazy hours as a pediatric surgeon but to learn more about him check out his bio and overview down below! but to make it simple he’s a mixture of ahn jeong-won, from hospital playlist, lee seojin’s variety persona and yoseb from pachinko ( though very little lol for the last one )

also like this post if you to plot! and i’ll come at ya! ( i also prefer discord so hit me up with that thx )

sunghyun parents had him at 17, so he did not have much as a child, often had to be watched by neighbors, his grandparents during his early years.

was a bright kid, picked up a stethoscope during his 1 year ceremony so yknow the vibes

his parents gave birth to his younger sister hyunmi when he was 12, and he basically raised her because his parents were busy with work ( ::debbyryan:: anyone pick her up uhh hmu pls )

his younger sister had a health issue, which resulted her needing surgery strengthening his goal of becoming a doctor after he saw all the health professionals who helped her

went through uni & med school without issue, his parents are v proud, but he still dotes on his younger sister quite often.

got married around five years ago, but he and his wife separated because both of them were too focused on their career.  ( ::debbyryan:: )

came to ville city after the divorce and currently works at the local hospital — is a bit strict when he’s at work but is very attentive towards his patients

he’s a serial monogamist — this is the longest he’s been single, aka it’s been like 3 months he’s going thru it

he’s an old man, dont ask him about pop culture

gives the residents money for food often

a baby, he cries when he watches sad commercials

hates people who waste time

when he’s drunk he cries about his past patients or shows baby pictures of his sister hyunmi so stay clear of that

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the people in the trees, hanya yanagihara

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