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[wildeycs]

0815165​:

he’s in a weird place where everything is blissful yet uncertain at the same time – with the way they were acting around each other, people would’ve assumed that they were a couple, but that was far from what they were. every time lucas tries to even ask them about it, he’d always be brushed off or it’ll somehow be a long conversation, yet, the answer was still unclear. lucas loved spending time with them and he wanted more, was he being selfish? he’s frustrated and he doesn’t know what to do – so he decided that he’d do something about it. staring at the coffee in hand, lucas pressed his lips together. “i wanna ask you something,” he exhaled, “one of my teammates decide that it’d be funny to set me up on a blind date.” lucas looked at the other, “will you be mad if i went?”

it is not unfamiliar, the same unease that has been clawing at her heart that refuses to admit defeat. the what ifs that echo too loud in her head as the two drift in the in-between space between just friends and something more. but just friends do not look at each other like that. just friends don’t lean on each other the way they do. just friends do not make her heart flutter from a single look alone. the worry knitted in his frown is alarming enough, the words that come out only confirm her suspicion about where the conversation is going. “it’s not this friday, is it? i thought you said you’d go watch spiderman with me.” she wears a playful pout, though her heart is sinking the more vivid the image of him with someone else becomes. her lips part again but no word comes out, so she brings her americano close and sucks the straw for another sip. “i didn’t know people still do blind dates these days.”

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fearedless​:

“have you ever wondered,” rian starts, spinning her pencil between her fingers. “what if santa claus actually catches and eats naughty kids instead of giving gifts to good kids?”

jules is not the best person to have discussions about serial killers with, but her friend does not know that. “no, i’ve never wondered about that. really, no.” she shakes her head, “no wonder you’re a horror webtoon artist, imagine the number of lives you’d ruin if you worked for kids’ literature or something.” she jokes, “so you’re telling me that the good kids only get to live to adulthood so that they can work 50 hours a week and pay rent? that doesn’t sound fair.”

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ofroseates​:

at the life update, miles is somewhat relieved; he still felt lousy, like he couldn’t really breathe properly. he thinks that he ever dared to cough or sneeze, his appendix might pop out of his abdomen. miles knows that really wasn’t how basic human anatomy worked, but anything could happen. truly. he’d thought he’d be able to dance through life without running into a near-death experience, but here he was. “kinda shit,” he rasps. it takes him another minute to realize that yisoo—someone he hadn’t predicted he’d ever see again—was there, peering at him. beautiful as always, his hazy mind supplies. “i’m fine. don’t worry.” at least the physical pain will pass, unlike the wound that he had inflicted on himself when he carelessly let yisoo slip away. 

“yeah, you lost quite a lot of blood.” she looks at the near emptied blood bag for transfusion, the needle still attached to his left hand. it is fortunate that the stab missed the vital organs, regardless, it must be a terrible feeling. she hopes her presence can make it somewhat better — as if the last time they saw each other did not end bitterly. but the awkwardness and regret can wait, none of that matters now. tired eyes and chapped lips on an ashen face spell anything but fine, but he has yet looked into the mirror and see what she sees. “how can i not worry — ” her voice trails off. fine, maybe she does care too much. she can rethink her choices later. “do you need anything? water? food?” she cannot say the staff canteen says anything that can be called delectable either, but at least she’ll be able to find something that beats the stale dishes served for patients. 

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dualcolor​:

‘i prefer you permit yourself to be weak than to break down because you overworked yourself entirely. however, just make sure that somebody knows and you are not alone. i am worried you may break down somewhere and nobody is there to help. you know, my situation is what it is now because my mother did not have it in herself to talk. she just swallowed, pretended and things went terribly wrong so i try to make sure you all feel comfortable but it does not have to be me. just make sure to ask for help if you need it, okay? you work hard, to admit weakness is no share.’ simo replied with the hint of a smile, it was difficult sometimes but with the years, he managed to have more faith and trust again, to be patient. 

they both know how it feels to lose the ones that they love — perhaps it is why they understand each other, even though she never gave him the chance to know her past as much as she has learnt about his. is it selfish of her to keep her worries from him, or is she only protecting him from things that confuse even herself? how can she explain things that she has yet to make sense of? “okay.” she nods, staring down with a guilt that settles in her chest, writhing with unease. has she worried him enough to believe that she will leave him the way his mother did? “can you walk me home more often — only when you have the time.” she blurts, already feeling stupid for asking. she does not want to be the kind of person that flinches from the slightest move of the shadows, but something feels off lately. “i just feel... so uneasy lately. i can’t tell why.” that much is the truth. “maybe it’s just the lack of sleep, i don’t know.” maybe it will go away in time, the echoing dread in her head.

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SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS

“  i thought you were gone.  for good. ”

“  you left and—  i thought you weren’t coming back.  ”

“  i miss you.  i know i’m not supposed to,  but.  i just had to see you.  ”  

“  please don’t scare me like that again.  i can take a lot of things,  but not losing you.  ”

“  i can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt.  ”

“  you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck!  you scared the shit outta me.  ” 

“  yes.  i am telling you what to do.  i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because—  ‘cause fucking hell.  i care about you.  okay? ”  

“  i found myself driving home and then.  well i was on my way here.  ‘cause i guess…you’re still my home.  ” 

“  please,  tell me why you’re upset.  tell me who did this?  ”

“  you don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know.  i can clean up my own messes.  ”

“  don’t talk.  just get the fuck over here and hold me.  ”

“  loving you is like having my heart just out in the world.  outside of my body walking around.  every time i see you hurting,  it kills me.  ”

“  i made you cry.  and i hate myself for that.  i swore i wouldn’t be one of the people who left you hurting.  ”

“  you really hurt me this time.  but i want to let go of that.  i really do want to forgive you i’m just scared you’ll hurt me again.  ”

“  i know you’re mad at me right now,  but i’m the one who’s here.  let me be here.  let me help.  you can be angry later.  ”

“  i’m here now.  i know i wasn’t before.  but i should’ve been.  and i’m not going anywhere.  i’m not gonna let that happen again.  ”

“  it’s time to come home now.  ”

“  that’s enough.  you’ve got your revenge.  let’s go.  ”

“  i know you’re hurting.  and i can’t fix that.  but i can refuse to let you hurt alone.  ”

“  i’m never letting go of you.  i missed you so fucking much.  ”

“  look at me,  you’re safe.  and you’re not alone.  and i’ll never let you be alone again.  you understand?  ”

“  i broke my promise to you once.  i’ll never do it again.  ”

“  i don’t need you to go white knighting and fix all this.  i just want you here.  with me.  that will make me feel better.  ”

“  just stay still and let me hold you.  ”

“  you don’t have to hide your tears.  let it out.  then we’ll move on,  together.  ”

“  i just.  needed to talk to you ‘cause.  somehow you always know what to say.  ”

“  don’t bury your feelings.  sadness.  hurt.  rage.  feel it.  acknowledge it so you can decide what you want to do with it.  not what it will do to you.  ”

“  i miss your smile.  and not that sad one you try to fool everyone with.  the real one.  the one you used to show me.  ”

“  come here.  i’m taking care of you tonight.  and you’re gonna let me.  ”  

1) our muses reunite after sender thought receiver was dead. 

2) our muses reunite after receiver thought sender was dead. 

3) sender shows up at receiver’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. 

4) receiver shows up at sender’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. 

5) our muses are on bad terms but reunite after one of them nearly dies. 

6) sender finds receiver crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened. 

7) receiver finds sender crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened. 

8) our muses haven’t been speaking,  but sender rushes to take care of receiver after they’ve been injured or fell ill. 

9) our muses haven’t been speaking,  but receiver rushes to take care of sender after they’ve been injured or fell ill. 

10) sender hurt receiver in some way,  which led to receiver doing something reckless and sender shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath. 

11) receiver hurt sender in some way,  which led to sender doing something reckless and receiver shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath.

12) our muses are in a fight,  but cuddle anyway because they don’t like sleeping alone. 

13) receiver wakes sender from a nightmare. 

14) sender wakes receiver from a nightmare. 

15) sender wakes up in the hospital and finds receiver at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. 

16) receiver wakes up in the hospital and finds sender at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. 

17) our muses are currently on the outs,  but receiver goes through something traumatic and sender pushes past their friends to get to them. 

18) our muses are currently on the outs,  but sender goes through something traumatic and receiver pushes past their friends to get to them. 

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fake dating starters

“ it's just for one weekend. “

“ your parents hate me. you do know that, right? “

“ i'll be your date to the wedding. “

“ would you just do me this one favor? “

“ you need a date, i'm available. “

“ do you want to do this or not? “

“ this is insane, you do know that right? “ “ what else am i supposed to do? “ “ have you tried being honest? “

“ i hate your family, and your family hate me. “ “ well, i don't hate either of you. “

“ before we do anything, we should go over some ground rules. “

“ it’s one weekend. “ [beat] “ seriously? is the sight of my face really that repulsive? “

“ come on, you're my only option. “

“ you're good at this, you know. convincing me to do things that i damn well know's gonna end in disaster. “

“ just promise me one thing. “ “ what's that? “ “ don't fall in love with me. “ “ [too late]. “

“ don’t speak, or you’ll ruin everything. “

“ just smile and hold my hand. “

“ i can't believe we're doing this. “

“ this was a mistake. “ “ you're right. it was. “

“ we don't need to spend time together, okay? “

“ you kissed me last night. “ “ and you didn't stop me. “

“ i now pronounce us husband and wife. “

“ i'm so sorry. i never should have asked this of you. “

“ if anything, you should be honored. “

“ i can’t stand the sound of your voice, let alone the thought of kissing you. “

“ if i give you ten dollars, will you do it? “

“ just kiss me. “

“ hold my hand. “ “ what? “ “ just hold it. “

“ my ex won’t leave me alone, okay, i’m in desperate need of a diversion. “

“ are you fucking kidding me? you’re the one who asked me to be here. “

“ where’s my soap? “ “ i replaced it. “ “ it smells like fucking cinnamon. “ “ so? “ “ it's fucking june. “ [beat] “ where did you even get it? “

“ do i need to remind you that we're not actually married? “

“ this is my house. “ “ but… we’re married? “

“ we’ve been best friends since middle school, no one is going to believe this. “ “ everyone is going to believe this. “

“ you gon’ hire a child, too? “ “ well, that depends, do you happen to have a niece? “

“ but... there’s only one bed. “ “ take the couch. “ “ but... we're married? “ “ not behind closed doors. “

“ so i’m your -- “ “ fiancé. for the time being. “ “ that sounds like a threat. “ “ maybe it is. “

“ kisses aren’t necessary. we can stick to hugs and hand holding. “

“ would you pretend to be my date? “

“ tonight... maybe we don't have to pretend. “

“ what i’m about to ask you might be a little… inappropriate. “

“ do you think we should practice [kissing]? “ “ sure... “

“ if you want to ask me out on a date, ask me out on a date. no need to orchestra a whole ass fake marriage just because you're too much of a wimp to admit what you want. “

“ i want you to marry me. for real, this time. “

“ you feel it too, don’t you? “

“ this thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be. “

“ i want us to be exclusive. no more lies, no more pretending... “

“ tell me this is real. tell me i’m not the only one who felt something that night. “

“ when this is all over, i don’t want us to go our separate ways. “

“ i don’t want this to end. i don’t. “

“ it's the most real thing thing i’ve felt in my life. “

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starlingisms​:

“I’m not? That’s news to me. You laugh at my jokes, right?” he chuckled. “Right?” he asked again hesitantly now. Jules brought out a cheesy side from him as well, but he was sometimes a little self-conscious about it. “Okay pad thai, milk tea with grass jelly…” he repeated as his fingers tapped across the screen and put in her order. For himself, he got a Thai iced tea and a pad see ew. Three months. That was a long time, and the concern only etched deeper into his features despite Abe’s attempt to try and be cool about it. He never thought he’d be the jealous type but he was less worried about Jules and more worried about the ex. “Oh. Oh uh that’s good. It’s just work, right? That’s good,” he muttered, words repeating as though he was convincing himself. “I will miss you though for those three months. Are you going far or can I visit from time to time?”

“i do it out of the kindness of my heart.” she replies, though her smile indicates that she isn’t serious. people who do not know her well might find her humour too deadpan sometimes, but her playfulness is well acknowledged by those around her. even though he tries to conceal it, it is more than obvious that he is concerned about the entire arrangement. to be fair, she cannot blame him at all for the thoughts that may already be running wild. she would be worried herself if she was in his place. “of course it’s just work.” her hands wrap around his as she offers a smile of reassurance. “i will miss you too.” ah, the conversation only gets more tricky from here. “well, half of it will be in the country, half of it will be out of it.” this doesn’t make things any easier, does it? “i’ll buy you all the souvenirs and facetime you so often that you’ll get sick of it and not want to pick up.”

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dualcolor​:

‘a puppy could not spoil you the way i do and you know it,’ he chuckled, amused how she seemd to play along. jojo was relieved to see her being so relaxed about all of this, he worried she would take it personal and possibly be upset. the last he needed was also risking to lose one of his closest friends and he liked to believe they had grown close over time. jojo was not one to ask questions and accept the secrets she kept to herself, there was no need to know everything about one another. his expression was more thoughtful if thinking more of his brother. ‘my father thought of me as too soft so he took my brother who was a stubborn kid. i was ten and he six when they divorced and we were strictly forbidden to see. when i turned of age, i tried but our father cut it off. then, when chanhee was 18, he was already gone by the time iw as able to find him. he doesn’t live at a space but adores to travel around. nothing i judge him for but it never changed, i miss him. even we were just childen to me, he’s my brother.’

“but a puppy would be much more cuddly than you — you win some, you lose some.” she shrugs — she is partly serious, though. the apartment would be too quiet without him around, pet adoption might be just enough to fill the silence but it does not sound that great of an idea when her working hours are so all over the place. even though her work takes her to exciting places with the celebrities she works with, stability is something that she lacks. jojo has become someone that brings her comfort, it would not be easy to get used to his absence. “there is nothing wrong with being soft.” she frowns, heart aching for her dear roommate. she cannot imagine going through it herself, deserted by her own family and separated from her brother. “i hope you guys can find a way to mend things. you couldn’t choose to spend more time with him when you’re younger, but now you guys have the chance to fix things.”

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itsacriime​:

All Benz could do was laugh, his nerves beginning to get the best of him the closer Minjun was. It wasn’t a big deal. They had shared the same bed before. Before their relationship status became a wreck and they had a bit of a falling out. “Irresistible charms. Maybe that explains it.” He gave a playful roll of his eyes, smirk adorned on his lips as he turned onto his side to face the other. “Just don’t murder me and we’re good.” Benz contemplated moving closer. “I’m glad we’re talking again. And… I’m kind of glad your dates haven’t been going well.” He bit his lip, feeling a mixture of embarrassment yet satisfaction. “Does that make me an asshole? I feel like an asshole.” 

it is nice, hearing him laugh again — to be in such proximity as he watches the same light sparks in those eyes. “look at those cute little cheeks — i can’t promise anything.” he teases with a wink, before chuckling at his silly antic. isn’t benz the one who decided they’d be better off as friends? what changed? has anything changed at or is he only overthinking things? benz’s subsequent words only bring his questions back, however, swirling in his mind at a dazzling speed. his lips purse together and he ponders over his answer. “i guess it’s somewhat normal.” no one wants to see their ex fall into someone else’s arms so soon, he supposes, but what is the intention behind disclosing it to him? “were you jealous when you found out i was out for a date?” he asks, feeling a bit more daring now — probably a decision that he’ll regret later on, but he can’t be bothered right now. 

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❝𝐬𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 & 𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨❞ | for @wildeycs

my love, is simply the flower, Like a ray of hope through the hazy rain, But the root that it sprouted from, And the stem it grows upon, still remain”    ―      Christine Evangelou,

[wildeycs]

activity update!!! hiatus til december 

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redemptioninterlude​:

“Yeah, I mean-” sure. Of course, but it doesn’t have to be the reason, does it, or is she really that blind to herself? Ah, that was the problem for looking after girls who didn’t know how to look up from their own two feet, an ease to the way she stands, waiting for Ashley to catch up. In more ways than just getting dressed to leave, but, hey - she’s got the time. Instead, she holds the door, she can play the gentleman too when she wants to, her hands pocketing within her jacket, and this, well, THIS MUCH is easy to carry. “No, not really I don’t really know what I want to do and why. I’m studying business, but I don’t really care if that’s what I do or not in the end. Most of why I know him is because he knows a lot of people in my program, and he’s always coming to the bar that I work at. You should come sometime.” she’s ready for moments like this, it seems, a card in her back pocket, a crooked grin to wear at her edges. “I’ll give you a few free drinks. Just eat well.” 

The streets bleed from domestic, to commercial. Sookhee keeping easy pace despite the prettier heels, the bag that she wears on from class. “Yeah? LET’S GO THEN. Do you drink a lot? Or…” a shift, she studies her from beneath the darker fan of her lashes. “What do you usually do in your free time?” tell me more about you.

“thanks.” ashley offers a smile as she passes the door. the chilly november air feels soothing on her skin. “ah, makes sense. he’s a social butterfly, isn’t he?” though ashley would not call herself socially inept, not when she’s raised by one of the city’s most renowned socialites, her ability pales when she’s next to her brother who finds it easy to befriend anyone anywhere. “it’s okay not knowing what you want to do, though. you still got plenty of time to figure it out.” she offers a smile for reassurance, though she sometimes finds herself in the same existential dread too. “thanks — sounds great. maybe i should come this weekend. where is it?” the trees are near leafless as winter creeps close, but she’s always been found of this weather. “yeah, i’m a night owl, so coffee helps.” one more block to go and she’ll be able to get her hands on an americano. “i’m in a band, so i practice a lot.” even in her free time — she finds it fortunate that her job happens to be her passion, too, knowing too well not everyone is privileged enough to say the same. “concerts, always concerts. what else — i draw, though i’m not too good at it. i bike and hike sometimes. still waiting for the snow to come, then i’ll go skiing. just a mix of everything, really.” she shrugs, “you?”

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ofroseates​:

       valerie had been expecting the follow-up question, but a chunk of her still wishes for ashley to drop the conversation entirely. perhaps, she’d feel a bit better if she sees less of her. the more they hang out—whether it be with their friends or completely alone—the blurrier the lines get. it was easier to pretend to be fine when there had still been a concrete wall between them, but when valerie found herself chasing after ashley’s touches and craving for more, she knew that she was reverting to her old self: stupid and hopeful. “no. i’m tired and my head hurts.” she lies again, but it sounds more believable this time—maybe. “you?”

this is why she shouldn’t date within her friend group. there is no clean cut, no escaping the familiar face entirely when everyone is interlinked in some way. then again, she has never planned to fall for one of her closest friends — it just happened. it’s a shame that things did not work out in the end, but it’s impossible for her to stop caring about valerie and act like she’s invisible altogether. she still finds herself gravitating to the girl, no matter how much she knows she shouldn’t. “so you wanna go home?” she asks, “i can give you a ride if you want.” the offer slips casually. “i don’t know, i’m still thinking about it.” she scratches the back of her head, “mira keeps telling me to come, but you know i’m not a great singer.” a lie to everyone besides ash, but she’s always been self-conscious to have eyes on her like that.

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itsacriime​:

“I—” Haeri raised a finger at him as if to scold him but quickly dropped her arm back down. “I’m not that much older than you. Brat.” She should have seen that one coming though, given the joke she was insinuating. “Mm… finding a date through work probably isn’t the best idea, yeah.” Grabbing her phone off the table, she quickly called in an order for chicken before returning to the conversation. “You could always try the way of those cheesy shows. Bump into someone on the sidewalk. Buy someone else’s coffee. Get a dog.” She smiled. “I’d offer to be your wingman. But after everything I’ve done for you, and you call me a sugar momma…” 

“it’s just a joke, noona. i’ll take it back if it bothers you so much.” wasn’t she the one who laid the perfect groundwork for him to crack that joke? his gaze follows to her phone screen, his hands clasping together in anticipation. even though he’s had quite a terrible day, great food with nice company can always lift the clouds a little. “maybe i should give those a try. i’m afraid i’ll get too many admirers once i made my tv appearance though. getting a dog is also a great idea, but i might not have enough time to be a good dog dad.” he has heard it’s quite an investment. “i said it’s just a joke! who am i to lure a detective into such illegal dealings? i’d prefer to spend my life out of jail.” and away from his dad who would definitely hear about it as the district’s superintendent.

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itsacriime​:

Benz managed to roll his eyes with a tiny smirk at the wink thrown in his direction. “If that’s true, I don’t know why you’re complaining about the date you just got back from then.” He tried to keep his tone light because he knew Minjun was only messing around. But being called a weirdo wasn’t exactly heartwarming. Benz felt like he was digging himself into a hole by admitting out loud that he missed the other. Yet he was kind of surprised to hear those same words reciprocated. All he could do was nod, and once Minjun left to shower, Benz took care of the cookies and set his tablet on the nightstand, burrowing under the covers. Turning the bedside lamp on, he scrolled through his phone until he heard the other. “Oh, so now you are the murderer? Are we roleplaying?” Benz smiled, setting his phone on the nightstand as well. “But I can’t seem to stop myself from inviting you in. What’s that say about me?” he lifted the covers back and patted the empty side of his bed.

“i’m not into that kind of weird. don’t have a fetish about getting eaten by a man, fortunately.” he clarifies, keeping a straight face for the theatrical effect. mj cannot believe it as he passes the corridor and makes his way to benz’s room. it’s not that long ago that the two acted on tiptoe around each other from the fallout, now they are back to sharing the same bed? perhaps he shouldn’t overthink it, but it cannot be helped. “if that’s what you’re into.” he jokes naturally, before taking the spot next to his best friend. having already set the alarm for the next day, he sets his phone aside as well. “i don’t know — says that you can’t help but fall for my irresistible charms, maybe. most psychopaths are incredibly charming.” he would know, having a policeman for a father who used to tell him all sort of wild stories and being a true crime enthusiast who runs a channel about these things, nonetheless. 

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ofroseates​:

       the first thing miles sees when he wakes up is the glassy panels of the hospital ceiling. perplexed, his hazy eyes dart around the familiar-yet-unfamiliar sight of the emergency room. for a few seconds, he wonders if this is what heaven was like, but when he sees yisoo’s face staring down at him, he vaguely catches her mouthing the word ‘hospital’.

     getting mugged in the middle of the street isn’t a cool way to end up in the emergency room, but there’s always a silver lining: miles can finally accurately describe the pain of a stab wound. it’s not the instantaneous, blinding kind of pain like he had initially assumed—it was gradual, as if the adrenaline had given him a temporary buff that stopped him from feeling anything at all. every breath he managed to wheeze out started feeling like thick needles passing right through his chest only a few minutes after.  his voice comes out as a pathetic croak, weak and dry. “y’mean i’m not dead?” 

yisoo watches as his gaze darts around to observe the surroundings, before it finally lands on her features fraught with worries. “you’re not.” she confirms, giving him a ghost of a smile for reassurance. it isn’t unusual for patients to ask this kind of question after waking up, definitely not when they are surrounded by bright lights and white walls. things could have easily gone much, much worse, had the knife damaged one of the core organs. fortunately, it pierced a muscle instead. it feels strange to see him again after months, even stranger than these are the circumstances of the reunion. her gaze drops to her hands that hold his, she lets go once she realises what she’s doing. it is more than evident that she still cares too much about him, if her rushing to the hospital after the call says anything at all. then again, she’s never been great at letting go. “how do you feel?” it cannot be anything good. “i can get you some painkillers, if you want.”

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dualcolor​:

‘i was teasing, your outburst was quite cute, you won me over if you did not yet,’ simo enjoyed her reaction, it was sweet to see her all burning with passion for what she believed in. that way, he never had to worry about her well being, a woman who could handle herself if needed and he was glad he fell in love wit somebody like that.’now, enjoy your food, okay? you do not have to thank me, just relax and be excited.’ he kissed her cheek and just was glad to watch her like that. ‘i am glad you are relaxed again, i was a bit worried earlier,’ simo considered to important to be honest. ‘but seeing you like this, reminds me why i keep falling for you.’

“ah, what have i done to deserve you? maybe i stopped a world war in my past life.” she sighs, offering a soft smile as she continues to eat. it is forever ironic to her that healthcare workers often lack the time to take care of their own bodies, too busy tending to others’ issues than their own. she is grateful that he has been nothing but understanding when it comes to her schedule and the lack of time for proper dates. even though his words mean well, it makes her heart sink. does it mean she is any less worthy of love if she shows him her weaker side? “i didn’t mean to worry you, sorry.” she could smack herself for letting the word slip again, just out of habit. “you won’t have to find me like that again, i promise.” she gives another smile, more strained this time, before she shoves another spoonful of rice into her mouth.