𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

whoa, whoa, whoa, tmi, heeyeon ! c’mon quit it, this is insane ! (  ` he pulls his hand from out of her grasp and moves to grasp her shoulders, forcing her around to face him. he cups her face, holding her gaze as he takes mental notes of what he sees. physically she’s fine as far as he can see ) jesus your eyes are blown, heeyeon. did you… ( ` he leans forward, speaking in a whisper ) are you crossfaded right now ? you’re really flushed too…here let’s sit down and lemme get you a glass of water (  ` he sits his friend down in a chair, leaving her for a moment to grab her a drink. he returns pushing it into her hands ) hopefully water’ll calm you down…jesus you’re fucking wild. how could you get high without me ? ( ` he’s pouting now. a lil buzz woulda helped him stomach this event. heeyeon truly has betrayed him. was it too late to find a new roommate ? )

(...)

“hello heeyeon,” choa smiles, fidgeting with the ends of her shirt, nervous. “long time no see ?”

heeyeon is first and foremost a healer. that knowledge is the only thing keeping her from bolting out of the room and begging someone else to do the diagnostics-- when she’s in her healer’s robes, her responsibility is not to herself but to the patient.

doesn’t make her want to throw herself out of the window any less, though. 

mistake number one: she hesitates, and with it, the weight of years of unspoken words rush to escape. long time no see? try understatement of the century. heeyeon knows she’s emotional-- she probably singlehandedly upholds that gender stereotype, but she’s sure that anyone else in her position would feel this way. what the hell do you say to someone you last saw when they were jilted at the altar?

she settles for a clearing of her throat. “yes, well. what brings you here today, miss hwang?” it’s a herculean task to keep her voice steady, eyes flicking up from the medical chart in a brief show of ‘oh look i’m totally cool with this and not trying to avoid eye contact with you because i’m totally cool and not freaking out.’ 

(  ` he didn’t even want to come in the first place. soirees of this magnitude were always stifling, and were often meant for political power moves; things he had no interest in whatsoever. but the temptation of free food was a siren’s call he couldn’t resist. but before he could even gorge himself, a familiar voice calls out his name. turning around, he sees an equally familiar face: flushed as if she’d had one too many drinks. had she called him oppa? he shakes his head. no fucking way ) heeyeon! look there’s food! we don’t have to go hungry anymo— (  ` he couldn’t even finish his sentence before he was being dragged away, far from the buffet tables, far away from food, his one true love. heeyeon would have thought the same, but she was spouting off about not waiting four years and a baby. wait—) a baby? i thought that was a joke! heeyeon what the fuck? let go of me! 

yoooo it’s me jia back on my bullshit. this is heeyeon, tired grad student who’s broke as fuck and regrets all of her life decisions. profile at /1 and a tldr underneath. like this if you think she’s cool or wuteva.