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Jongin hated Mondays when he was in school mostly like every student that he knew did as well. After all, a day that started the nightmare that a full week of classes was had to be one of the worst things to ever exist however, now things were a little different. Now, he hated Mondays and then he hated Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Sunday was supposed to be an off day, reserved to the pain caused by all the other days so what he could see as a resting day, was actually just another one to add to the torture.

Sometimes, when he entered that huge building, he still wondered if the fact that he was going to be in and out of there for a long time would make him get used to that characteristic smell; if he was ever going to be able to ignore it, but somehow, he had a feeling that time was only going to make it worse. Two months after what happened, he already knew how to wheel around the hospital's corridors as if that place was his second house. In a way it was, and he hated it.

His father made sure he got to the hospital in time, as he always did – twenty minutes before the scheduled time, even – because he knew just how much of a hassle it was to unfold the wheelchair and picking him up to help him sit on it. It was his own father and even so he was so embarrassed that he just wished he could dig up a hole, throw himself inside and never come out.

The rehab sessions were a pain – quite literally – but days when the therapist didn't ask him to try and move his legs and just did it for him were the best. It still hurt, but at least the massages felt good. He wheeled through the corridor after the two hour session was over, slow and lazily because he did have to move a little and he was so numb from the effort that he just wanted to sleep – or jump off a bridge, that was a possibility as well.

*takes pictures as proof of hyoyeon unnie getting it on with a guy*

Hey, the game's the game. And I just offered.

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Oh my.

Minyoung day was completely empty surprisingly. No interviews, no meetings, nothing. Usually when this happened, finding herself with any bit of free time, she loved to spend it away from the company and out of the house. She hated feeling cramped up all day in the house as if she was a piece of furniture. She could easily go out and do things like everyone else could, even if the house workers and her uncle sometimes thought otherwise. And with an awkward coincidence as she carefully heading downstairs, her phone went off in her purse speaking out the man’s contact name in an automated voice, ‘Lee Kyungsam Ajusshi’.

She couldn’t help, but to let out a soft sigh as she stopped at the bottom of the staircase to dig through her bag and answer the phone, “Yes? What is it?” she asked, with no inclination in her tone that she was even slightly bothered. But truth be told, she was a bit leery of this phone call what with how presses has been pressing this CEO issue hard lately.

“A driver should be there soon to pick you up.” A sharp shooter. No asking. Just straight to the point. “When you arrive, please come to my office. There is someone I’d like for you to meet and we’ll have some business to discuss.” She almost wanted to pull in the opposite direction, but she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere. Besides, she was assuming that it was either a promoter or press questioning about the CEO or her disability since calls like this usually ended in that way.