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ahhhhhh hi everyone, i’m dani (she/her, 21+, gmt -8) and i’m so excited to be here! i’m bringing you all goo hyemi, a girl with far too many issues to even keep track of but she means well and i swear she’s trying her best :< i have a basic profile set up for her which you can access by clicking her name in this post and as usual, i’ll be giving a run down of her under the cut. please drop a like on this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll slide into your dms! discord is available upon request as well or feel free to drop yours 🫶🏻 

​Dohyun is more than aware that she could miss these events at this point because she knows what’ll happen. It was the same old every year without a bunch of changes. However, she found these festive events to be a great reminder of the island she lives on which is why she did her best to attend every single one. 

This year was just a tad bit different. After discovering the note, she couldn’t help but be haunted by whatever the scribbles were. While she wasn’t a superstitious person, she thought it felt like a bad omen. Why else would her heart still be beating so hard? She’s been trying her best to keep the thoughts pushed away especially since she had a task of showing Hyemi everything she could.

“Do you see that stand over there? That’s where you can pick up your wish card. People say it’s useless, but I think it’s a fun tradition to have. And who knows? Your wish may very well come true!” With that, she wiggled her fingers around a bit as if she was a magician before eliciting a hearty laugh. “But first, I think we should check out the food stalls. They ahjummas around are always great with what they come up with.” With that, she tugged a bit on Hyemi’s sleeve before rushing over to the first stand that caught her eyes. 

the festival of wishes, an attraction hyemi couldn’t bear to miss. after all, she’s still settling in to everything around the island and although she’s heard her fair share of stories from neighbours and frequent patrons of the diner about what this island really has to share, she can’t help but feel that the stories are just that: stories. something made up to teach children a lesson or to keep people out— she isn’t so easily spooked though, at least not yet. 

she asked dohyun to show her around the festival one day when she had bumped into the female while she was out running some errands, a simple request that she hadn’t truly expected the female to follow through with. but here they are, at the centre of festivities with people walking past them left and right. her eyes fall on the aforementioned wish stand, an eyebrow cocking in curiosity. she had never been one to make many wishes, not until the past few years but that habit stopped when she realized her future is made from her own work. 

Hyun was relieved he could help, he was running out of arguments and he still believed the wound needed professional care, so when she seemed to agreed he gave her a big and honest smile “Just think of this as avoiding an ugly scar thanks to a lovely stranger’s help, it’s a great story to tell later to your kids… this? oh this was going to be horrible but this awesome doctor totally nailed it” He attempted to make her laugh with another silly joke but he was pretty sure his sense of humor was failing.

“Good at stitches? Excuse you? I’m one of those gifted people that are great at everything they do. I don’t even like medicine and I graduated top of my class” He decides it’s time to walk in to the pharmacy, buying a little of everything he needs. Some alcohol to clean the wound and the necessary to make some nice stitches. “If you’re worried about how it will look just relax, I’ve never had any complaints and my hand is steady as a rock” He assured her.

There were some tables outside, tables that people used to eat ramen or whatever the place sold as food, so he used some alcohol to clean it and asked her to put her arm there. “You want to tell me what happened here? Said something about cooking?” Distracting the patient always helped them relax so he hoped the same happened with her. “I don’t think you’ve told me your name, have you?”

there’s that humour of his again, except this time she doesn’t need to pretend to laugh as a genuine chuckle seeps past her pressed lips. hyemi supposes in a sea of darkness she should at least attempt to find the silver lining and if it’s avoiding what could turn into a horrendous scar she would likely use makeup to cover for the rest of her life, she’ll take it. the pros seem to outweigh the cons in this situation and that’ll be enough to quickly ease her mind about the approaching medical environment. “you’re not entirely wrong, so i’ll accept that.” she flashes the male a quick smile before raising a brow at what he says next. 

confidence is a great aspect to have and hyemi wishes she could have even half of what the make is exuding at the moment. she can only force a smile as they enter the pharmacy, her steps slow and her body language meek—this truly is one of the last places she wants to be, but it was either this or the local hospital and she’d choose the lesser of two evils any day. she watches as he expertly grabs the necessary items in a blur and before she knows it, they’re all checked out and seated on the tables outside. she doesn’t question their reason for being there. 

festival of wishes, day 3

the bass blasts into her ears and through her veins, alcohol sliding through her body and infusing with her bloodstream as her head begins to feel lighter and lighter. her smile gets larger and laughter louder, body swaying to the beats as the night gets deeper. she’s dolled herself up in a cute little costume, the other half of the famous clueless duo which she thinks she’s had to explain to far too many people tonight. she knows she moved to an island but does no one understand a classic when they see one here? 

but the lack of recognizance for her costume proves to be the least of her worries as she feels the appearance of a sudden grip around her waist, strong hands digging against her skin. her head whips around on instinct only to be faced with someone not in a costume and someone evidently a stranger to her. she hears bits and pieces of what he says, the music overpowering everything although she suspects it to be something along the usual lines of ‘what’s a pretty girl like you dancing alone?’ to which she grimaces. 

where are her friends when she needs them? 

hyemi parks her hands against his chest, pushing the stranger away with all the force she has—though it clearly isn’t much as the alcohol takes over and she stumbles while standing. but it seems the cards are aligning for her before anything drastic can happen. her hero comes dressed in red and black and she’s barely sober enough to grasp what’s going on. however, her attention is now turned to the individual now by her side. 

“deadpool’s here to save the day?!”

Hyun knew better than get involved in someone else’s issues. He should nod and keep walking, forgetting all about this woman who seemed to be just fine, or well, fine enough to attempt a joke in a very bloody situation. He rises his eyebrow in suspicion, thinking that it did look bad, bad enough to require at least some patching, a good professional patching. “We’re already here anyways” He shrugged and pointed at the pharmacy in front of them, starting to walk and just trusting she would follow.

“Fake blood might be better for next time, it’s just sugar and you don’t need to actually cut yourself” He commented, shrugging again. It seemed like he was doing that often, shrug off his comments so he wouldn’t sound so serious. “And I know it by experience, once I bought fake blood and ended up drinking it. Told everyone I was a vampire instead of the original costume, a freaking zombie because I was obsessed with The Walking Dead” And every zombie show, Hyun just loved watching people eat others, apparently.

“So… Am I allowed to help?” He finally asked her, looking at her face and tilting his head to the side. He wondered for a second what was happening inside her mind and if helping her was a good thing or the worst mistake he could make, after all, people were weird, they all were.

goo hyemi is nice.

at least nice enough around others that they would never think a sweet girl like her could be anything but. with that gummy smile and a voice just like honey, she’s got people fooled for the most part and she’s learned through years of therapy how to keep her temper at bay. which is how she forces herself to take in a deep breath and flash her pearly whites at the stranger, eyes following where he points. it’s then she decides that she doesn’t exactly have any other choice as the male doesn’t seem to be wanting to leave her alone despite her protests. 

he tries to make a the situation lighter with some comedic commentary and she stifles a laugh because that’s what she should do, it’s what would be considered polite. she tilts her head as if almost to ask why? to the male’s story but she decides to answer his next question instead. “i...suppose so.” she mutters, taking a step towards the pharmacy before she looks over at the male again. “i promise i only kinda don’t know what i’m doing, but if for some reason i make this wound worse, guess it’s nice that you stopped to make sure i’m fine.” 

she’s dragging her feet out of the diner, another shift to check off for the week in her little planner she keeps inside her desk at home. hyemi’s old school like that in certain aspects, using a paper tracker rather than her phone which would be the easier thing. but there’s something nostalgic about writing things down, something satisfactory about being able to either cross them or check them off. don’t ask. she says with a smile whenever someone does.  the skies are clear and despite it being a little later into the evening than she would prefer to be walking home in, she doesn't entirely mind the quiet road home; it’s almost peaceful. 

with earphones in and music blasting to void the silence as she walks, she’s barely noticing her surroundings–– dangerous, she’s aware. what she isn’t so much aware of is the other person in her path and it’s only when they collide and she almost falls backwards that she’s snapping out of her mini trance. she hits the ground with a gentle ‘thud’, hands instinctively held outwards to soften the impact though that leaves her with dirt covered palms. there’s a pause before she collects herself, slinging her purse that had fallen to the ground back onto her shoulder, rubbing her palms together to brush off the dirt before she pulls herself upwards. 

it’s then that she meets eyes with the stranger she had collided with–– though perhaps stranger is the wrong word choice.

If there was one thing he could not ignore was blood. Like a detective who saw his first clue, Hyun walked following the path of the blood on the road. It was fresh, its size told him it was falling from maybe an arm or a shoulder, depending on the person’s height, or well, depending of his imagination in that very same moment. The dots were getting closer and closer which meant the person was walking slower, and as he looked around he found his potential suspect. A woman who semmed to be hurt.

“You know you’re bleeding, right?” She couldn’t be that dumb not to notice it, he thought and almost laughed for how stupid his comment had been. He lacked social skills, obviously, even when he was on doctor mode and things were usually easier that way. “I’m Min Hyun, a doctor” He showed her his hospital’s ID, not wanting to scare her or anything, but wanting to be able to help “If you let me take a look at that I can tell you if you need professional help or just a band aid” He said, pointing at the pharmacy that was right in front of them. Maybe that was her destination, maybe she did know she was bleeding and maybe he was just making a big deal out of nothing.

“You can just tell me to fuck off, but if it’s serious I’ll have to insist on helping you. I’ll be quick and you won’t even notice I did anything to your… arm? Is it your arm?” He asked.

hyemi had figured out cooking isn’t exactly her forte quite early on in life. 

one chilly evening when both her parents had been too busy to be home and she had convinced the family helper that at sixteen years old she can hold her own in the kitchen. she couldn’t have been more wrong; proven by the utter war-like appearance of the kitchen afterwards and her hands covered in more cuts than any human should ever have. all for a simple kimchi jjigae. 

you would think she would have gotten better over time, or perhaps learned her lesson to keep away from sharp knives. but when she makes the decision to live alone for the first time in her twenty-five years of existence, an accident was bound to eventually happen. although you would also think that having had parents in the medical field, she would have learned a thing or two about patching herself back up and not be running wildly to the local store for medical supplies she isn’t even sure they have. 

her trip is cut short at the sound of a voice, to which she whips her head around and finds herself face-to-face with a stranger. “uh...” she starts to speak, voice soft and body in a relatively defensive stance. she’s heard enough true-crime podcasts to know this is how they usually begin.