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— Junmyeon wasn’t much of one that was seen in any type of medical facility often, unless there was witness. He was only there for someone had urged him to do so, though he wasn’t sure what could be done for what would be analyzed as a “strange” condition. Though perhaps it was fate that had brought him here. He turned his head to the girl, he tried to manage a smile but his arm protested his politeness and means of trying to be friendly, the pain in his arm searing.  ❝ Ah, well...my reason may sound ridiculous. ❞ he cleared his throat a bit before continuing.  ❝In short. I fell, landed wrong on my arm as well as managing to land on the surface I was trying to clean. I’m..allergic in a way to most household cleaners. Odd accident. ❞ he shook his head, willing to brush it off, though talking was helping him ignore the irritation and throbbing pain in his arm.  ❝And..what about you? ❞