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yuvin + 8 thank u 🥺

here it is! I hope you like it!

8. I think I’m in love with you.

[12:41 a.m.] it was a long day for yuvin. he had just finished practicing a new routine he was learning for their comeback, and before that, they were in the recording studio for most of the day, trying to familiarize themselves with the melody and the beat of the tracks. but when he walked in through the door of your apartment, the smell of balsam met his nose and he inhaled it in, releasing a relaxed breath. you always burned those candles, and you refused to buy any other scents because you just loved the scent of them so much. he took off his shoes and went into the kitchen, spotting a plate covered with foil and a small sticky note on it. “eat up, sweet pea. you’ve worked hard today :)” the note read and a small grin formed on yuvin’s mouth, reading the note in his head, in your voice. removing the foil, he placed the plate of food in the microwave and heated it up. he didn’t think he was causing a commotion, but then he heard slow footsteps approaching from the hallway, the sound of feet dragging irregularly against the wood floor becoming clearer. yuvin took the food out of the microwave and sat on the dining table. you groggily rubbed your eyes and poured him a glass of water, before setting it down and taking a seat in front of him. “hey there.” yuvin remarks playfully, leaning back and smiling at your sleepy form. the fluorescent light on top of the dining table left a halo-like reflection around your head and he thought that even half-asleep, you were beyond angelic.

“hey, how was your day?” you sleepily mumbled and yuvin ate, giving you a rundown of how his day went. you began to gain consciousness and nodded and adding in remarks when something struck you, and they either elicited small chuckles from yuvin or a curt response. once he had finished eating he stood up, putting his plate in the sink, before coming back. he grabbed your hands, helping you out of the chair, before bending slightly and carrying you. startled by the sudden absence of the floor from beneath your feet, you locked your arms around yuvin’s neck and let out a small gasp. “don’t worry, you won’t fall.” yuvin says with a smile. he carries you to your bedroom and lays you down on the bed before going to the restroom to shower and change into his pajamas. he joins you later on the bed and at this point, your eyes are open, blinking up at the ceiling before focusing on him, a lazy smile forming on your lips. he lays down and holds you close to him, then kisses your forehead. “thank you.” you look up at him and ask, “what for?” “for waking up, keeping me company while I ate the food that you cooked for me, and just... everything. I think I’m in love with you. no, I am in love with you.” your breath gets caught in your throat at his confession. you cup his cheek, softly whispering, “I’m in love you too, yuvin. I’m so glad you feel that way.” and with that, yuvin closes the distance between the two, encasing your lips with his own in a passionate kiss. a few seconds later you both pull away and as you rest your head on yuvin’s chest you hear the fast thumping of his heart synchronized with the loud beats of your own.

hi!! can u do number 8 with byungchan?

hiii, here it is!! I hope you like it!!

8. I think I’m in love with you.

[10:27 a.m.] today, byungchan was getting his wisdom teeth removed, and you came along because someone needed to drive him back home after the procedure. besides, were you going to miss out on the incredible opportunity to film a loopy byungchan? absolutely not. “I’m terrified, what if they take out the wrong tooth? what if there’s too much blood loss? what if-” you cut off byungchan’s rambling by placing your hand on top of his and saying, “hey. relax, everything will be fine. they can’t mess this up, the dentist does this for a living. don’t worry, okay? the faster this goes, the faster we can leave, okay? don’t panic, I’m right here.” hearing your soothing voice seems to calm byungchan does a little, as his breathing slows and his nods his head. “choi byungchan? the dentist is ready for you.” you both stand and follow the nurse that walks you into one of the rooms. you take a seat in the corner and byungchan sits on the patient’s seat. you see byungchan begin to look around, eyes examining the room. you patted his knee and an encouraging “you got this” fell from your mouth. a nervous smile made its way onto his face when the dentist came in, all cheery. “byungchan! how are we doing?” “uhh, just peachy, doc,” byungchan gulped. “no need to be nervous! it’ll be over as soon as it starts.” the doctor gives him a pat on the shoulder before turning his attention towards you.

“can I know your relationship to the patient?” the dentist inquires to which you nod, answering, “I’m his best friend.” that was a total lie, you think in your head. sure, you and byungchan have been best friends for forever now, but as of maybe a few months ago, you slowly started to see him in a different light. suddenly the interlocking of your fingers brought butterflies to your stomach and the dimpled smiles he sent your way made your heart race. “is it okay if I have you wait outside? I apologize if you wanted to wait in here with him, but I cannot have you in here.” you shift your glance to byungchan, who nods and mouths “I’ll be fine” before you comply with the dentist’s request, giving byungchan a quick thumbs-up before leaving the room and heading back out to the waiting area. you didn’t realize how much time had gone by when the dentist came out, removing his mask and catching your attention, “byungchan’s all done. you can help him out of the room if you’d like.” you walk back into the room, and find byungchan groggily opening and closing his eyes, his cheeks were puffed and he was resembling a chipmunk. once his eyes were on you, he smiled widely before wincing, “ah, that’s a weird feeling. y/nnnn my best frienddddd, when’d you get heeere?” 

you went around and held his hands, “come on, let’s go. up, up, up!” suddenly byungchan’s weight overpowered your own, and having trouble steadying him, you found yourself leaning against a wall, with byungchan hovering over you. you tried not to notice the way his eyes seemed to slowly skim over your features. you managed to release yourself from his grasp and went on to help him out of the room. “wait, y/n.” he started feeling his face, up and down. he looked at you and his eyes watered. “where’s my face?” you tried your hardest to keep a straight face, but you couldn’t resist but let out a laugh. “it’s still there, byungchan. don’t cry. here,” you pulled up your front camera on snapchat and showed it to him, secretly recording the situation going down in front of you. “wow, it’s still here! thank you, y/nnnn for helping me find my lost face!!! I think i’m in love with you.” he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together and kissed you square on the lips. you were a blushing mess from then till the ride back to byungchan’s house while he, from the second he sat in your car, was out like a light. “byungchan, we’re here.” after a few gentle shakes, he woke up, seeing his house and said, “thanks for dropping me off, y/n.” you quickly mumbled out a no problem before rushing home. your heart felt like it dropped as you realized the snap video you made earlier was now on your story. your friends were all replying saying that they knew you guys would eventually be a couple. and you dreaded your existence when you saw that byungchan had seen it also. the next morning, you awaken from a phone call from byungchan. “so, you wanna go grab a coffee so we can talk about yesterday? there’s not much to talk about, other than I would like to formally ask you out on a date.” needless to say, you took him up on his offer and this marked the beautiful journey of your newly formed relationship with byungchan, and you couldn’t be happier.

[1:34 a.m.] “come back to me” by se7en comes on as you finish the last sentences of your paper. you stop typing for a second and smile as you think about yohan. this was your song, he would tell you. he said that this song was special to him, because it’s brought him nothing but good luck. “it was the song playing in the background when I first met you, and i’ve gotten nothing far from lucky with you in my life, so i’m going to perform this for the rank test, too.” he said to you before giving you one last hug and heading to the produce dorms. you couldn’t help but shoot him a quick text. “hey, I miss you. you’ll do great, and remember that i’m always supporting you.” you send the message and resume looking over your paper.

8 + yohan please!

a/n: my dearest anon, I’m so sorry this took so long! I just had my final exam last week so i’ve been studying for that, also whenever I tried writing this I kept having writer’s block.. regardless I’m glad it’s finished and I really hope you like it!

I’m not entirely sure about yohan’s family background, other than that his dad was like a taekwondo master and he has two younger sisters.. so I kind of threw the details together at random. 

8. I think I’m in love with you. + yohan

[6:53 p.m.] you feel your hands getting clammy as you clench and unclench them. yohan senses your nervousness and reaches over, keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel and resting his other hand on your knee, gently rubbing on it. “don’t stress out, they’re not evil or anything. in fact, they’re the opposite.” “ahh, I know, I know, I’m just...nervous. I hope they like me.” you say to yohan, who laughs as a response. you shoot him a bewildered look, “I’m serious, what if they think I’m not good enough for you? or what if they say that they like me, but actually don’t?” yohan parks the car into his familiar driveway before fully facing you, hands on your shoulders. “hey, relax. everything will be fine, trust me. they’ll love you. I told them all about you and they are very excited to meet you. so don’t worry, okay?” giving you a quick peck on your forehead, yohan gets out of the car and goes around to open the door for you. “thank you, how do I look?” you quickly adjust your dress, smoothing it out before moving on to your hair. “you look great. let’s go.” and he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. you exhaled and gripped the flowers you bought for yohan’s mother.he knocked on the door and not even a minute later, it opened to reveal an older woman, about your height, but she has the same dazzling smile as yohan. she moves over to let you two in and wraps her arms around yohan’s waist, squeezing him tight.

“my yohan, welcome home! and you must be y/n!” she uncoils her arms from around yohan before delicately encasing your hands in her own. “it’s so great to finally meet you. yohan told me that you were beautiful but his words don’t do much justice.” you blush at her comment and shyly avert your gaze to the ground. you hand the bouquet of flowers to her, saying, “this is for you, ahjumma. and your home is very nice.” she accepts the flowers, giving them a quick smell. “they smell lovely, thank you.” yohan takes off his shoes, and so do you. you follow yohan’s gaze to a chair across the room, on which yohan’s father is reading a newspaper. yohan bows and greets him and upon hearing his son’s voice, he smiles and puts his paper down before approaching the two of you. he hugs yohan, patting his back, before letting go and smiling broadly at his son. “how’s my champ doing?” yohan smiles wide, replying back that he’s doing well and then he turns to you, and you bow respectfully, greeting him. he smiles and you guys talk for some time. a few minutes later, yohan’s mom joins you, resting her hands on your and yohan’s shoulders. “dinner’s ready. shall we eat?” “let’s go, your eomma made sundubu-jjigae and galbijjim.” yohan’s eyes light up and you laugh because you know that those are his favorites.

dinner goes well; you meet yohan’s sisters (of whom yohan has shown you multiple pictures) and they are the sweetest little girls. they take turns asking you different questions, such as where did you go to school and what was it like in your home country. “the food is very delicious, ahjumma.” yohan’s mom gives you a sweet smile before responding, “thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” and then you find yourself helping her with the dishes, and as she dries the clean dishes you set aside, she tells you, “yohan hasn’t been this happy in a long time. sure, he’s a sweet boy and is very patient but I think that ever since you came into his life, he’s glowing.” you flush at her statement and tell her, “that really means a lot, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it weren’t for yohan; he’s been nothing short of an amazing friend and boyfriend to me and I feel like the luckiest person in the world with him by my side.” she grins at your words and wipes down the final dish, before telling you, “you really are a sweetheart, y/n.” she looks over your shoulder to see yohan standing there. “oh? yohan, why don’t you show y/n around the house a little?” then, your hand is intertwined with yohan’s as he begins to walk you down a small hallway. there are pictures all over the walls, from his dad as a taekwondo master, to yohan himself breaking boards. you see one of yohan as a child, smiling in his uniform. your eyes stay on that one as an amused smile forms on your lips. “that’s a cute one.” you point out said picture and yohan’s arms wrap around your face from the back, chin resting on your shoulder to see what you’re pointing at. “that was from my elementary school days, I think I was just laughing at something someone said.” you turn your head and peck his cheek. “still look the same to me, though. an elementary schooler then, an elementary schooler now.” suddenly, yohan’s arms around your waist loosen and he begins to tickle you. you let out a small shriek before doubling over in laughter. the hallway is now full of your and yohan’s laughs and as you two pause to catch your breaths, yohan turns you around to face him. “hey, I think i’m in love with you.” with bashful eyes, you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “I love you too.” yohan heard this and the tips of his ears turned red. and with that, he reciprocated the hug just as tight, glad that the perfect evening ended on a perfect note.

Yunseong and 15 please!

hi, love! thanks for the request, I really hope you like it! gosh I love this prompt

a/n: bf/n- best friend’s name

15. “spill that tea, sis.”

[12:47 p.m.] when yunseong went over to meet you after his class was over, he found you sitting outside the building, on one of the picnic tables. you were on the phone, yelling about something. “can you believe the nerve of some people? how dare she call me out like that! and as if that wasn’t already embarrassing enough, she also asked for my input! she goes like, ‘y/n, you seem like you have something to say to that, care to share it with us?’ my god, bf/n, I’m telling you, you would hate her guts, too, if you met her in person. ugh, she gets on my nerves.” you look up and see yunseong approaching you, an amused smile slowly growing on his phone. “anyway, I’ll call you back, I’m with yunseong now. alright, sure, love you! bye.” you disconnect the phone call and yunseong sits next to you, leaning in to give you a peck on the cheek. “what’s going on?” you sighed in exasperation and reply, “someone really ticked me off today.” yunseong raised an eyebrow, then he deadpanned, “spill the tea, sis.” you laughed lightly at his use of the phrase, before telling him about how in your discussion class, one of your classmates criticized one of your ideas about a book and how it was flawed, before correcting you and basically displaying her intelligence for the professor to praise.

“she tore it apart, and I felt so stupid in that moment. I just wanted to leave the room.” yunseong knew how much you worked for this class compared to your other classes; you generally spend more time on the papers and the quizzes that were assigned in this class, so for someone to knock your already low confidence in the class, yunseong could only imagine how hurt you must have felt. he rubbed your back, and you didn’t realize when your eyes were moist and tears were sitting at the edges of your eyes. “sorry, this is stupid, I don’t even know why i’m crying about this.” you wiped your eyes aggressively. yunseong comes in front of you and kneels, so that his hands are resting on both your knees. “hey, listen to me. it’s natural to let your feelings out like this. you’re a human being, you have emotions that can overwhelm you, okay? let’s go. get up, let’s do something. your classes are done for the day and so are mine. what do you say?” you seemed a bit reluctant, so yunseong got up and pulled on your hands. “let’s go, I know where we can go.” and after some convincing he finally gets you up and shrugging your backpack over your shoulder, you follow yunseong, whose hand in encasing your own as he leads you to his car.

you both sit in his car and you shoot him a curious look. “where are we going?” he starts the car and looks back at you. “it’s a surprise. sit tight, I promise it’ll be nice.” taking his word for it, you relax a little on the seat and yunseong turns on the radio. you close your eyes and enjoy the sound of the song playing from yunseong’s car stereo and the occasional blending in of his voice with the singers’ voices. you smiled whenever he sang; you’ve always told him that he could have a great career as an idol, because he’s good looking and he’s got a great voice, and he dances really well, too (he always thinks your bluffing, but it’s true). once the car stops, you open your doors and see that yunseong drove to the park near your college campus, and not just any park; this park had a small cherry blossom garden, which you loved coming to. this was also where you and yunseong had some of your dates. he knew how much you loved coming here. yunseong came around and helped you out of the car and you two walked hand in hand to your bench. and the two of you sat, and you rested your head on his shoulder and intertwined your fingers. “hey,” you break the silence between the two of you. yunseong hums in response and you continue, “thanks for today. I don’t know what happened to me today, but I’m so sorry that you had to see me like that. I was in a weird mood and I genuinely appreciate the fact that you brought me out here. thank you, babe.” and with that, you leaned up and kissed your amazing boyfriend on his jaw and returned your head to its original position. smiling down at your form, yunseong kissed your forehead and mumbled “anything for you, my darling” before looking out into the sunset, savoring this very moment between the two of you.

1 with Jinhyuk? (pdx)

here it is! I had fun writing this one too, I hope you enjoy the read!!

1. things get messy the first time you meet.

[12:35 p.m.] finals week is a pain. that is something everyone can agree on; whether they’re high school finals or graduate school finals, everyone dreads the two weeks of studying and more studying, and a little more studying before going into their exams before either absolutely bombing them or absolutely passing them with flying colors. you would think that after seven semesters, you would have tackling finals in the bag. oh, how you’ve never been more wrong. here you sat: in the local campus cafe, your notes splayed out in front of you and different colored highlighters decorating said notes. you’ve been sitting there for about four hours now. it’s routine at this point: you study for an hour, then take a 15 min break and go get yourself a small latte. you would sip it slowly before realizing you had five minutes, then you would resort to chugging the hot coffee, and then you would continue studying. as of currently, you’re done with differential calculus, biochemistry and are about 80% through with inorganic chemistry. you look at the time and decide to take another break. you get up and head to the cash register with your wallet. you give the cashier your card as she says, “coming right up, y/n!” you give her a quick ‘thank you’ before returning to your seat and stretching a little. you know it’s dangerous to ingest the amount of caffeine you’ve had today, because you’re sure you’ve had enough to coffee to keep you awake for a year. but, you’ll do anything to pass that final. even if it means becoming a jittery mess by the end of it.

“one small vanilla latte for y/n!” the girl calls out, shaking you out of your thoughts. you beeline over to the serving station, where you pick up your coffee and turn around when BAAM. the coffee is pushed into your chest and spills all over your hoodie, the cup and its lid now abandoned onto the floor. you look up at the person who’s pushed the hot beverage against you to find it to be none other than lee jinhyuk, campus flirt and also top science student. you briefly know of each other because you’ve shared a handful of classes these past four years, but you’ve never actually spoken to each other. his eyes widen at the growing mess now splashed on your black hoodie and it was at this moment that you were glad you had a thick hoodie on, although you could slightly feel the warmth of the coffee that managed to seep through the fabric. “I’m so sorry, y/n! are you okay?” jinhyuk’s voice rings in your ears, and you just blink back at him. the color begins draining from his face as he sees your gaze gradually becoming more venomous by the second. you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. then you exhale, and you open them back up before giving jinhyuk a deathly smile. “it’s all good. i’m just going to go take a seat.” you grab the napkins jinhyuk frantically held in his hands and start dabbing at your hoodie, grumbling with low set eyes and you walk back over to your seat. not less than ten minutes later, a chair is pulled in front of you, and jinhyuk sits with two styrofoam cups in his hands. “here,” he offers you something. you look up at him and the steam radiating from the hot liquid. you assume it’s his way of apologizing, and right now, you need to take a break from chemistry, or you will lose it.

“thank you, jinhyuk.” you take a sip and your eyes shut in pleasure. it’s the same coffee you had ordered not too long ago; the coffee that you were now wearing. “how’d you know what it was?” you ask him, and he smiles, perhaps relieved that you didn’t lash out on him, or anything. “I’m personally not a coffee drinker myself; I prefer tea, but I asked the barista what you ordered, and she just told me what it was. so I ordered one. I’m sorry about dropping your coffee.” you take another sip of the liquid, before shaking your head, “it’s not a big deal, really. I guess I just... was moody. you know what finals can do to a person. I should be the one apologizing for the way I talked to you. it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve payed attention.” nodding, he drank his beverage. “is that inorganic chemistry?” you motions with his eyebrows towards the endless stack of papers sitting in front of you. you nod weakly, which then leads him to ask, “do you mind if I look at your notes?” you push them towards him. he picks them up and scans over them, inwardly noting how cute the little drawings of flowers and hearts were, adorned in the corners of the papers. “do you want me to help explain this to you?” you raised your eyebrows in protest. “no, I’m good. I don’t wanna keep you from studying or anything. you probably need to study for your exams too. thank you for the offer, but really, I’ll be fine.” jinhyuk leans in a bit, and the tips of your ears began to heat up. “listen, I don’t mind helping you study. I only have my inorganic chemistry final left, so if anything I’ll be helping the both of us out. and, if I can get the opportunity to study with a pretty girl like you, then of course I’m going to take it.” your eyebrows shot up at this. jinhyuk smirked at your silence and got up. “so i’ll see you at the library later at 5, deal? now come with me, let’s go get some food in you and not caffeine.” and with that, jinhyuk helps you pack you stuff and takes you by the hand towards the school cafeteria, and you follow, admiring the way your hand looks intertwined with his.

hey! can you please write keumdong + 17? thank you! hopefully this request doesn't trouble you too much :)

aww it wasn’t much trouble at all! thank you for requesting it, I really hope you like it!!

17. he does something sweet for you.

[5:47 p.m.] your day’s been nothing short of awful. this morning when you were leaving to university, you forgot to get gas, so you had to rush to a gas station. because of that, you were late to class, and your TA called you out in front of everyone. then, as if matters couldn’t get worse, you bought a coke from a vending machine and when you opened it, the fizz leaked out of the bottle and into your hands, causing a small spill. the spill was on carpet but your hands were all sticky and you felt bad, so you grabbed napkins and attempted to soak up the spilled beverage. then you went to wash your hands, only for the bathroom to run out of paper towels and there was no hand dryer either. so you left your university, hands wet and a frown etched on your face. you drove back to your apartment and halfway through you realized that you forgot to print something out that you needed the next morning for class, and you’re not sure if you ever replaced the ink cartilage in your printer. once you parked your car, you trudged into your apartment. “this day can’t get any worse.” you say aloud, sheer annoyance in your voice. you changed out of your school clothes and into pajamas. you had just sat down on your couch, after your incredibly long day, and right then, you get a phone call. it’s from your boss; he tells you that he won’t need you to come in for the week, because they’re trying to change around the schedule for some reason. you, with a shaky voice tell him it’s okay before hanging up the call.

that’s the final straw, and you just break down then and there. tears of frustration roll down your pink cheeks and you’re furiously wiping away at them. you’re groaning in frustration, and just then, you hear your door unlock. you lean your head back on the couch, still crying and you hear rushed footsteps getting closer to you. “y/n, oh my god, is everything okay?” you feel the back of your head starting to throb in pain, and you clench your teeth. “donghyun, can you just hold me?” hearing your broken voice ignites some ache inside of him, as if his heart was ripped out of his chest. he’s never heard you like this; you’ve always been his strong y/n, and no matter what happened to you throughout the day, he would always walk in on a smiling you. you just hold him tight, arms squeezed around his waist, and your head buried in his abdomen. he cradles you in his arms, occasionally patting your back, and until he’s absolutely sure you’ve calmed down to an extent, he gently hold your head in his hands, and picks up your head. you look at him with red eyes and a red nose. you still look breathtaking to him, he thinks, and then he asks, “do you wanna talk about it?” after having him sit on the couch, you lay your head in his lap and tell him about your day, and he threads his fingers through your hair, separating the strands. he listens to each word coming out of your mouth and you see different emotions flash through his eyes as you narrate your day further on. after some moments of silence, you looks down on you, orbs running across your features and then softly says, “my strong y/n is still as strong as she was when I met her five years ago. you’ve gone through so much today, and you are still so strong. you can handle more than you think but of course there are days that will end like this. that’s life, and we have to be head strong and tackle them, which you did, really well. I’m so proud of you, honey. but I think you deserve a happy ending today, as you should everyday.”

he kisses your forehead tenderly, and wipes any remaining tears that bunched up in the corners of your eyes. “tell you what, why don’t you chill here for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.” he rushed into your bedroom, and you can hear the faintest of sounds, but you can’t quite decipher what they actually are. you lean your back into the couch yet again and close your eyes. silence fills the room and your breathing slows down when suddenly, two arms engulf you, and you’re alarmed. “it’s fine, I’ve got you, princess.” donghyun says into your hair, as he carries you bridal-style to your bedroom, passing through it and stopping in the bathroom. you see your bathtub full, with the remnants of a bath bomb, bubbles floating on the surface. you see candles lit on the corners of the tub and your shower speaker is on and connected to a playlist you liked. you feel donghyun tugging your clothes off of you before he began to undress. slowly stepping into the tub, he held your hand and helped you in as well. he sat on one end, legs stretched out to the other end and he pulls you against him so that your back is in direct contact with his chest. he wraps his arms around your waist, but not tight. just enough to feel like your in his embrace. “this is so sweet, donghyun. thank you for this.” you rest your head back in the junction between his collarbone and neck, and tilt your head up to leave a small peck under his jaw. he reciprocates by leaning down and placing small kisses on your shoulder. “anything for you, my love.”

no. 2 w/ kim sihun? (pdx101) thank u! i love ur writing

hello! thanks for the request and super thanks for the compliment, I’m touched! also, the prompt is a little vague for personalizing purposes, just so I can choose what works for the muse, so hopefully you enjoyed this!

2. {insert cheesy pick up line} (original prompt) 

for sihoon: “I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.”

[9:45 a.m.] work at dr. ahn’s office was the same every morning; you came in at nine and clocked in before checking any voicemails. then, you made the doctor’s schedule and gave it to him, debrief him about his day and go back to your desk. you made your coffee and sat down as you usually do when you get a call. “this is dr. ahn’s office, how may I help you?” your co-worker hana answers the phone. you faintly hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but hana then says, “do you need to see him right away? I can find out if he’s free.” you assume she’s referring to the doctor, so you check his schedule and see that he doesn’t have an appointment until 11. “he’s free ‘till 11,” you whisper to hana, and she gives you a thumbs up before relaying this information to the person on the phone. “okay, we will see you in 15 minutes then, sir. alright, bye-bye.” hana goes to let dr. ahn know about the appointment, and you see the notes she’s jotted down while she was on the phone call. scribbled down messily, you were able to decipher “EMERGENCY: FRACTURES ON BOTH WRISTS”. oh no, you think, I wonder what happened? hana comes back some minutes later, and you ask her, “do you know what happened to the patient?” she shakes her head and tells you, “I’m not sure. All I know is that he fractured both of his wrists. I asked him why, and he seemed somewhat reluctant to tell me, so now I’m more curious.” shrugging your shoulders, you get back to your work, typing away on your keyboard. by this time, one or two patients have come in, to which hana gives the necessary paperwork to complete. the clinic increasingly becomes busier but it’s nothing either your or hana can’t handle.

one by one, patients come and leave the office, with dr. ahn providing you with their prescriptions and bill. just as one patient was leaving with her child, a young man walked in, who looked like he was about your age, and he brought (you assume) his friend with him, who held the door open for him. the man’s hands were in a strange position and he clenched his jaw in pain. his friend came up to the counter. “hi, I called in earlier today, my friend fractured his wrists?” he’s incredibly handsome, you think and it seems hana can sense what you’re thinking, because she pushes the paperwork over to him and says, “can I have your friend come in? I will need to take his vitals.” the boy in front of you looks up at hana, before hodding and helping his friend through the door. once hana was able to take the patient into one of the rooms, the boy went and sat back down in the waiting area, filling out the form. you continued your work, and from time to time, snuck glances at the boy. smooth skin, a steep angle on his nose bridge and bright eyes are some of his many key points. he was gorgeous. you don’t wanna seem creepy or anything, because you don’t even know the guy so in embarrassment, you snap your eyes back onto your screen. “excuse me,” the boy is now in front of you. he bites down on his lip slightly, and you can see the shadow of a dimple imprinted into his cheek. “here’s the paper work.” he hands you the clipboard with the small stack of papers. you take it from him and mumble a small, but audible “thank you.” you begin typing in the information; it seemed that the patient’s name was eunsang, and the friend that brought him here (that you were ogling) was named sihoon. “do you mind if I ask you something?” you ask sihoon, who’s still standing at your counter. he blinks, motioning for you to continue. “what happened to your friend? he fractured both wrists; that’s not a very common injury. sure, we’ve seen one wrist fractured or the other but never both at the same time. sorry if I seem too invasive or anything, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to..” you notice a small smile growing on his face, then he clears his throat, “I shouldn’t make fun of it, but since you asked, eunsang tripped over a blanket.” sihoon tells you this, then bursts out laughing. you feel a tiny smile growing on your face before you scold yourself to not laugh at the discomfort of a patient. how rude of you. “really? that’s possible?” “can you believe it? I was at his house, then..” and from here, sihoon tells you the hilarious story of how he asked eunsang for a glass of water, and on his way back his feet got caught in his blanket and that’s how he fell.

you wipe the corners of your eyes, “although I shouldn’t be laughing at this at all, I never would have imagined that one small slip can cause such an injury.” just then, you hear dr. ahn coming out, walking alongside eunsang whose wrists now have casts on them, and behind the two of them is hana, who made copies of eunsang’s prescriptions and bill. “now eunsang, I’m going to need you to be very careful with your wrists, okay, no hard pressure and nothing too strenuous. I’m afraid you won’t be able to drive for a few days, so you will need to arrange for a ride.” as dr. ahn advised him, eunsang turned his head to sihoon, and jokingly said, “looks like you’re going to be my chauffeur.” sihoon laughed at this and his nose scrunched up all cute. you took note of this and eunsang thanked the doctor once more before heading out with sihoon. they stop by the door, and before they leave sihoon comes back to you, and your eyebrows shoot up as he gestured for you to come closer with his hand. you lean in an he tells you, “can I make an appointment with you, maybe tomorrow for some lunch? I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.” you chuckle at his cheesy pun, before taking a scrap of paper and jotting your number down. you hand him the note and say, “text me when you’re free, and we can arrange something.” sihoon leaves you with one last dimpled smile and a wave before heading back out with eunsang. who knew the things that would stem out of an injury like that?