accio — @mmjaeho !

maybe he should consider packing his bags and moving here permanently. he’s been confined inside these septic, plain white walls often enough. every time it’s the same careful, stern words of advice. and every time he nods wholeheartedly. resolution in his eyes. resolve in his steps. yet, every time he always somehow ends up back here: square one.

sure, sunwoo’s been careless the countless times before, popping the nearest snack into his welcoming mouth without much thought or question. and yes, that’s occasionally gotten him into some ( a lot ) of trouble, but that’s what the doctors at ymmc were for, right ?

what’s different this time though, is the circumstance. this time it wasn’t his fault. this time it hit him blindsided. he’s not sure who, what, where, when, or how. all he does know is that someone, something slipped a trace of the wretched allergen into his food, and now—well, now all has been said and done.

he shifts uncomfortably in the examination chair, mentally preparing to confess all this and more to a certain, disapproving scowl, which ( unfortunately ) sunwoo is all too familiar with.

his inner turmoil, however, dissipates as soon as the door opens, revealing—“jaeho hyung !” csi: yosul will just have to wait then, at least until the itching of his skin and the tightness in his throat goes away. 

@mmjaeho !

the hallways of the hospital are familiar, almost second nature by now. sung dawdles before heading into the patient examination room- delays his inevitable check-up by chatting with one of the healers who used to take care of him as a sickly child when they cross paths. he smiles sheepishly as she chides him about not visiting her more often, then pinches his cheeks before she goes back to her rounds as if he’s still eight and not on the cusp of adulthood. it’s not as if he avoids the medical center, per se, ( sunwoo’s in here, like, every week so it’s sort of impossible ) but the recent talk he had with appa has made him hesitant to step inside the building as if he’s afraid it might finally close in on him.

that claustrophobic feeling ebbs away at the thought of getting to see his older brother, so he lets himself into the room and heaves himself up onto the table, legs left to dangle idly. he’s usually not the first one to get here; jaeho is nothing if but punctual. luckily, sung has the patience of a saint. he taps his fingers against the table absentmindedly, legs swinging to an imaginary beat.

sung hears the click of the door opening first before he sees jaeho himself, lips forming into a pout as he looks up from where he’s jamming out to the music inside his head. “hyung! you’re late,” he whines, appearing almost annoyed with his older brother before the pretense drops and he grins goodnaturedly.

school became something the girl struggled often with. hana didn’t like to admit it, but she found herself struggling to grasp concepts more often than not, especially when it came to potions. the third year tried her best, she truly did, but most of the time the class got the best of her. and before she knew it, hana became the girl that everyone feared to be grouped up with. it wasn’t because she was a slow learner ( that she also was ) or that she just didn’t work well with groups, it was solely due to the fact that she somehow managed to literally blow everything up.

the first oopsy she made was a pretty nasty one, green and blue goop flying everywhere and sticking to whatever poor, unfortunate soul it landed on. from the top of her head down to the socks peaking up from the ankles of her shoes, hana was absolutely covered and wow, did she stink. “medical center, now.” the instructor groaned and pinched their nose after directing her out of the room - leaving the young girl to walk to her destination in shame and stench.

a vague text:

( sms → 닥터이 ) maybe 👀👀👀

a misguided advice text:

( sms → 닥터이 ) is ahjumma bugging you about blind dates again?( sms → 닥터이 ) i can introduce you to someone!

a sassy text: