HAPPY PILLS â 002. spider by my window
sypnosis. growing up next to this cute boy next door since you were little was amazing, he was your age, tall, smart, and very handsome. your parents and his parents would constantly hangout with eachother making you always with your little crush Mr. Lee Chanyoung.
As Korea's most renowned doctor, you treat everyone from celebrities to politicians. Your life is perfectly orderedâuntil Spider-Man starts climbing through your window for late-night medical care.
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You were just chilling in your childhood bedroom.It had been a while since youâd visited your parents, but while they were buying dinner, you decided to stay home after the long journey you had going there.
Sitting there looking at your old band photos, remembering your lingering crush on your neighbor whose room is next door.Looking outside to see his empty room, you know he still lives with his parents. Not sure why, but how could you judge?
You go back on your phone. Seeing the news about how Spider-Man just beat Green Goblin for the 100th time this week, and itâs only Wednesday.
While reading the news on your somewhat tiny bed, you hear loud knocks on your bedroom window.
How could someone climb to the second story of your house?
You slide the curtains to see, Spider-Man? What is he doing here?
"Hi, I know this is weird, but I need someone to treat me, and nobody in the village is open," he says blankly, full of bruises and rips on his super-suit.
Your mouth hangs open, your hand coming to shut it closed."Well, Iâm sure you know I am a doctor, but this is my childhood bedroom. I have no medkits here," you tell him, inspecting his deep cuts and wounds.
"Fuck, Iâll go somewhere else then." He tries to escape from your window when he suddenly winces in pain.
âShit! â he screams out, his wound bleeding harshly. âWhat happened?! â you ask, panicking, inspecting his deep wound.
Instead of waiting for his answer, you get a t-shirt, rip it, and tie his wound.
âStay here, okay?" you tell him, waving your hand.
You go downstairs praying your parents keep a medkit; you see one on the shelf.
Thanking your good luck as you rush upstairs and treat his other wounds.
You canât see under his mask; maybe heâs crying? No, for sure he is crying after hearing his wails. âWipe your tears later, okay? â you tell him, teasing a little.
âS-shut upâŚ" he says, embarrassed, his soft voice ringing in your ears. You hold his chin, giggling softly as you bandage the open part of his mask. Itâs a small cut, but itâs best to treat it now.
After a few hours, heâs still in your living room. Luckily your parents havenât come home. âYou plan on leaving soon? â you ask him as he lies in your bed. âOh yeah, my bad, Iâll leave now," he says, standing up and opening your window.
âThank you, by the way; Iâll book an appointment next time," as he slides out of the window, swinging towards the now shining moon.
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