#jungmd

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🕗 2028

It was green. Ever so green. The momentarytranquility a luxury.

It was 6am. A bit too early. A bit too late.

 They’ve flocked in. People. Humans. Man, woman, child, adult,elderly. Some solitary, some with company.

She’s as the former.

Solitude is her best friend now. Thank you eternity.

 She’s finally back home. But is it abliss? No.

A bit too late.

Too late.

 Back in Victoria Park, she remembers. 30years back then and there they were, much like the family that on the grassfield before here, meters away. There is a father, just like her father, John Lee. Soft handswere along the broad shoulders, caressing gently her spouse. There is a mother, like hers, like Emily Davis. Andthere are two little girls prancing in their Sunday dresses, flower bandsadorning their youth. There was Samanthaand Lorraine.

 But there is only Lorraine here now.

 There was guilt, enormous guilt, creeping onto her. Especially with Emily. If shehad just been there when her mother died, if all the truth were just laid down before them before disaster can even happen. Butit was destiny’s play, right? Right.

At least she has the time to make it upfor her father. A little too late but atthe very least, she is here. Back in London.

Lorraine wasn’t even beyond recognition.Perhaps somehow it was a consolation that she had retained her physicalattributes. It helped. Kind of. To her father, to aman with Alzheimer’s at the very least. Somehow the months she spends on herhome make up for the years of resentment they both had with each other.Sometimes she would hear him from the confines of his own room, a made-up hospital room with nurses aroundhim 24/7, how he had missed his oldest daughter. How he had regrettedsetting him up with Doojoon without her knowledge, how that small mistake gavebirth to a snowball of tragedies in his life, her life, their lives altogether.How he had wanted to keep her away from South Korea because of the dangers itbrings to them, how the curse will ultimately happen, how it will never break.How he wanted to protect her and Samantha from the Lee’s foreordainedaffliction. Regrets, regrets. He wasfilled with it. And so was she.

Regrets. Thinking about it. There are somany in her life that she doesn’t even know where to begin. Regretsformed year by year, regrets followed by another in a bad decision. But therewas no use to regrets. Never will it have.

You can only feel sorry.

 A loud cry of an infant lulls her thoughtsalbeit momentarily. There an innocent child lay on the soft confines of a stroller,two pair of hands softly pushing it. The couple enjoys the fresh morning air,nothing but smiles on their faces.

Regrets.

The child could have been 23 by now. Couldhave been at the latter years of his or her university. Could have been withher right at this very moment, telling her tales of her everyday life, of thestruggles of a young adult, and of how he/she was grateful to have her ashis/her mother. A mother.

It is something she’ll never be.

Regrets. Regrets.

The coupled kissed, and for a moment, a whirlwindof emotions surges in. It has just been a few months since she was back inLondon, yet things have changed so drastically. It has been years yet somethings will never change.

And then the young man enters her mind.

A dashing debonair with a maturity beyond hisage. A man whose heart was probably bigger than her hollow one. Few encountersafter their relationship made things sour and bitter for them both. There werechances to for reconciliation, however things have worsen and that led them tostray away from each other, further and further.

Lorraine haven’t admitted it yet, toanyone but herself. He was ingrained in her memory. And sincerely, she wishes him well.

 And then another came into her mind.

Lies and concealment made them up. Or at least for Lorraine. But despitethose there were things that were real. Him.His sincerest affection he had generously given her. However she took it all for granted. Because she was too busy nottrying to feel that in the end, every emotion backfired at her. Unacknowledged, but stillreal. But it was too late. All too late. Thelast thing she knew was he was getting married. Well, he deserves the happiness she could not give him.

Regrets. Oh, regrets.

 Sun rises up from the vast horizon, rays hittingher skin rather gently. Her pendant glistens, mocking the sun while protectingher from its lethality. The sun is up and her eyes are dragging her down. Lethargy. Contemplating somehow made hertired. But it’s something she’d do every day at the same spot. Mornings spentfor herself before her everyday routine. Visit the family doctor to report herfather’s condition, back to their house to check on her father, listens to astory he had repeatedly said over the week, then go to her own study where a pileof paperwork awaits to be tended, spend the afternoon doing these, with fewmeetings in between before dusk comes. And then when night falls, stay in herplace or go out for a small, morallyacceptable feed. And then sleep. Tryto sleep. Until the sun rises and the cycle goes on again and again.

This is eternity for her.

 “이정아”

A voice seizes herevery attention.

The sun was shiningbrightly above them. Just like the first time.

“김채원?”

Somehow he had found her. Healways finds her. There is a soft, heartbreakinglygenuine smile beautifully gracing his visage. It was the same smile backthen. Except that now she knows of thetruth. Now she knows better.

“Let’s go?”

He reaches for her hand, a gallant gesture he always had.

Her hands finds its way to his.

“Let’s go.”

 A bit too late. But nothing’s ever too late with a life of eternity.

[Text] I'm sorry, okay? An apology is what you wanted, right?

( ` knees were hugged to the chest, chin pressed upon the surface with her eyes fixated at the screen. gaze wandering at the pixelated details, watching without caring so much about what the show was about; there’s a heavy sigh that was forced out of her lips, lithe fingers carding through long locks of her hair until she reaches for her phone once again in order to check the message daehyun sent her an hour ago. naeun didn’t know how to approach the situation, she always felt like apologies were repetitive and it made her unsure if one meant those two simple words or not. )

[ sms: snowflake ] I think the fact that you think apologizing can fix everything again. It doesn’t.

( ` deleted. the brunette swallows the lump in her throat, fingers constantly repeating the messages she once wrote not too long ago but they were never sent back to him. to naeun, in her own perspective, she felt as if her opinion or her own thoughts didn’t truly matter at this point on. hence is why she was usually quiet around the older male because certainly, it wasn’t worth arguing or discussing. but she’s managing to send a message, in fact, this one was properly sent to daehyun. )

♤: Taking a bath together

There's article of clothing that was stain, evident of how filthy is was due to how it doesn't match the shirt that embraced the top half of his body. Disgusting, was the first word that came into her mind and somehow it was the word that flowed out of her lips accidentally. Daehyun chuckles tiredly at the younger's comment, knowing that it didn't mean any harm and he'd agree anyways. Nonetheless, she lends a hand to the older. Fingers coiled around the hem in order pull it up for him despite her head tilting to the left. Averting her vision from any bare skin that was beginning to be exposed.

Though within time, the past week, she needed to assist him due to the injuries that were inflicted upon his body. Naeun didn't exactly question it, not wanting him to think too much about it so she kept her mouth shut. "I can do it if you want me to." Daehyun suggested, feeling rather guilty that she has to go through so much for him. Noticing the embarrassment and the dust of pink resting along her cheek. She declines with a subtle shake of her head, informing him otherwise that she's willing to continue on without her hands pressing along certain areas of his body.

"It's fine, I promise."

When reaching the bathroom, extending an arm out to check the tap water to feel the temperature of the water that streams down. Making sure it wasn't too cold nor hot. Naeun straightens her posture, body turning in order for the older male to step inside of the tub with her hand being the only part sticking out for him to grasp onto so he wouldn't slip and injure himself once again. He places himself on the bottom letting go of her wrist gradually, sighing in content at the warmth that embraced his frame. "Sunshine, last time--"

"I got it." Naeun nodded firmly, wanting him to relax the entire time hence is why she's sitting right there on the edge. Bar of soap in one and the bottle of shampoo in the other, determined to lend a hand the best way possible. Shifting her body in order to let the bar linger along the milky skin of his back then up towards his broad shoulders. Dropping it onto Daehyun's palms in order for him to continue on. Pouring a proper amount of water along the top of his head, flinching when he starts to shake it until droplets of water hit the surface along with her as well. Laughing in amusement as he stifles it when her lithe fingers card through his strands until bubbles were forming along his hair.

"Sunshine." Daehyun calls out softly underneath his breath, a hum is what he earned and he grasped a hold of one of her wrist in order to tug her off the edge of the tub until her body suddenly falls right behind him. Article of clothing beginning to be drenched as she whines, slapping the center of his back in response with a pout on the lips. "Just relax, so tense."

He pressed the syringe lightly to check if it works properly, the liquid spurting a bit at the action as his other hand adjusting the patient’s IV. He heard a voice and he didn’t even look to see that the patient was already awake, his attention focused on the drip drip drip of the clear fluid onto the tube that was connected to his right hand.

"I’m checking your IV, and I’ll be injecting it with your medicine," he said calmly. Perhaps this patient had quite the temper. "I could not do it, it’s your choice."

He probably won’t get better soon if I didn’t do it, but he didn’t seem too pleased about it either.

He left it at that, no matter how unfriendly that seemed to be. He was only doing his job, and he never really had patience with rude patients.

He's only half-aware right now, drifting in and out of a haze as he tries to stare down the man at the side of his bed. Or two men? Three? No, just one, when they all come together again. He's not sure where he is or why he's here, but he feels like he's just come out of a fever dream and his sickness still hasn't passed. He slowly becomes aware of the clinical feel to the room and decides he's in the hospital.

Did he try to fight the doctors? He wouldn't have come here on his own - not even if he was dying. One of his friends must've dragged him here and left him to the mercy of the men in white coats and their security. Must have gotten too rowdy. Did they sedate him?

He can barely understand what the guy is saying - it's gibberish, isn't it? No, it's Korean. Where is he, again?

"No... I'm- what? What is that?" Fuck, he's not sure what he's saying. There's an attempt to pull himself together, piece by piece. "What the hell is this?"

He wants to tug at the tube sticking out of his arm, but his limbs feel like lead and he's not sure he actually cares about what's in the drip.

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back. {then..}

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away. {lol}

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it. {and let’s both regret it after}

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

He tilted his head, assessing the woman carefully. It was possible that he knew her from a past life, but it was odd that she was the one who thought he was familiar. He decided to answer, for the novelty of it - but he would never admit that there was a hope that someone actually remembered who he was from before.

"You tell me."

It was unlike of Minkyung to ask someone that sort of question out of the blue, especially towards a stranger who was supposedly minding his own business; it only made her come off as rude. Hearing his answer made her shake her head lightly, bowing her head slightly as an apology.

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 Nonhyeon-Dong, Gangnamn, SeoulSeptember 17, 2011