»»———— “You’re LUCKY I ran into you - ” Biting down on pink lip in concentration, slow and soft and half scolding as she rolls the bandage around freshly cleaned wound. Ties it off NEATLY and snips the excess off - piece of cake, for a second year student in thoracic surgery. “ - There. Hopefully that will do it - ” Teeth continue to worry at well-bitten lips as dark-eyed gaze flickers hesitantly up toward the other person. She begins, swallowing, “ - I know you don’t want to tell me what ACTUALLY happened or who did this to you, but even if I’m a medical professional, my kitchen cabinet first aid kit isn’t exactly the EMERGENCY ROOM -” Goes about putting her kit away, casually continuing, “You should probably still go get checked out by someone with better equipment...”

@a-mighty-thunder :

       “I have never heard many talk about being happy all the time. But it’s not like I’ve been around enough happy people at once to hear it.”  Wook didn’t know how to explain it, but he attempted to do what he could. “It sounds like something my older brothers would say- about it being crap. And really, you’re right. It’s impossible for anyone to be happy all the time.

»»———— “ - Right? I’m not CRAZY - ” Blows out exhale in frustrated puff, tearing reddened fingers through fringe and watching absently as breath curls in white billows toward the sky, condenses in night air - her face flushes when she realizes she’s just GRUMBLING to him - “Ah, sorry, sorry - just, work is being a monster. My professor is nitpicking...everything.” Including, evidently, when she is and isn’t happy. God knows she’d like to be happy-go-lucky Oh Yeonjoo all the time TOO.

Busies herself briefly, quietly, fiddling with the plastic straw as she stabs it into a juice box - not soju today, because she has to go back on shift EVENTUALLY. Cautiously, she peers to the man sitting beside her, offers him one as well - “Ah - do you not know a lot of happy people EITHER?” 

I’ll       K E E P       choosing       Y O U       .

@realitieshattered hit “ ♡  “

»»———— “You really do think about me A LOT, don’t you?” Her heart leaps to her throat when she rounds the corner and finds herself face to face with him rather than the group of new residents she’d been tasked with debriefing - and it’s somehow the first thing she thinks to blurt out. She realizes belatedly, face starting to burn, HOW IT SOUNDS - but she’s slapped him, she’s kissed him, she’s flashed him and pointed a gun at him - so really, Yeonjoo should probably just GIVE UP on trying to hold on to her dignity in front Kang Chul altogether. The damage - well, if it could be done, it’s probably been done ALREADY. 

“I mean - “ So she continues - looks down at her shoes, shakes her head and grits her teeth against the embarrassment. “It’s a bit UNFAIR, isn’t it? When I’m worried about you I can’t do anything, but the second you think about me it’s like a SUMMONING SPELL.” Glances quickly up at him, and then down again at her shoes, scrunching up her face. “Ah - never mind. Pretend you DIDN’T hear that.”

@nxrcisssit hit “ ♡  “

»»———— “If I DISAPPEAR in the middle of something important - “  Teeth worry at lip as she begins involuntarily, and then immediately regrets it - she looks to the clock on the wall, and then back to her colleague. After all, it must sound completely insane. But if her father’s habits haven’t changed - he should be WORKING right about now. And that meant bad things for his protagonist - first it had been an attacker on the roof, and then it was a nurse with cyanide - there were endless ways to kill Kang Chul, and it seems only Yeonjoo knew or cared that he was a living, breathing PERSON. Still - she had been vanishing at all too inconvenient times lately - and she had a sneaking suspicion because the universe absolutely HATED her, now that she was scrubbed up and decontaminated, something will go wrong and she’ll disappear right as she’s elbows deep in blood. “Ah - never mind. I think the rest of the team’s gone in already. Let’s go too?”

»»———— “Um - excuse me, I’m a DOCTOR - well, sort of - ”  Restless hands WORRY at the cuffs of her sleeves. “It’s just - um - you looked like you could use some HELP?”

❝ You’re free to leave me, but just don’t deceive me. ❞ from kang Chul uwu

»»————“I’m not lying to you - ” Voice soft and deceptively light, even though her eyes are SAD - too sincere to pass as the usual playful banter they trade back and forth. Dark-eyed gaze lingers on his face a moment too long. “I don’t want to leave you either. Kang Chul - ” Starts and stops, biting her lip, her heart aching in her chest. Ah - the universe really is UNFAIR, isn’t it? She would give anything to stay beside him in this moment, just a little while longer. “I know it’s hard to believe, and you probably think I’m crazy - but I REALLY AM from another world. And right now - ”  Tight smile stretches across lips. Yeonjoo reaches, slowly, hesitantly across the way to fold his hands into her own. “Right now, I need to be over there. I’m MORE USEFUL over there - I can help better - ”  

@cheiian /  moulin rouge starters (wow s t i l l accepting bc i STILL LOVE MOULIN ROUGE)

so lighting differences across the shows is definitely going to kill me, and iconning so far has been a pain in the butt but my girls?? look cute???? also shoutout to @tatterdhearts for being a saint and sending some heejoo icons fjdkals;fjkls;df

@personnages hit  “  ♡   “

»»———— “Ah - I’m really going to die.” She announces, head lolling LIMPLY into folded arms as she all but falls into the open seat. Voice sounds as dead inside as she looks, face turned away from the stack of books she had dumped unceremoniously onto the table to her right hand side. “Professor Park is really TRYING to kill me.” But then at least she won’t have to pass her exams. She stays like that a moment longer - and then Yeonjoo rolls round, balances chin between knuckles as she blows her hair out of her face, offering a TIRED smile to the other girl sat at the table. “How about you? How’s the semester going for you?”

❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜ ( kang chul @ yeonjoo )

»»———— “I should be the one saying that to YOU - ” Grumbles half-heartedly around faint smile  - in her own world, her life is not rife with gun fights and car chases, no faceless murderers hellbent on destroying just one person’s life. But in this world, in his world -  danger points to HIM - and now, by extension, to her, though she knows he’s kept her as safe as he knows how.  As for the danger she’s brought with her - the story set in motion since BEFORE they even knew each other, the set up of his life as the main character, the veil on the fourth wall suddenly thrown off - it’s cruel, isn’t it? That he is a living, breathing man, with his own beating heart, and yet must find out everything around him, his deepest hurts and the things he can’t let go of - AREN’T REAL?  Twists ring round on finger, once, twice. Phrases question hesitantly. “…Do you REGRET it?” After all - if not for her unceremonious crash-landing into his life, perhaps he could have gone on his merry way as a manhwa protagonist, BLISSFULLY unaware. 

@tatterdhearts / milk & honey

@cheiian wanted a baby yeonjoo

»»————“It’s just me! I couldn’t sleep, so I came to make a cup of cocoa - ”  She was just explaining to one of the assistants who had come downstairs to the kitchenette at the NOISE she made trying to pour herself cocoa when the room suddenly shudders. The assistant is still saying something -  but she cannot hear, sound fading into nothingness. The room seems to be changing under the shifting light, shadows drawn long and distorted on the wall - and  then she finds that is NO LONGER standing in the kitchenette with its worn cabinets and scorch marks, the world warped around her. For a moment she holds her breath and tries not to be sick, still and silent in the darkness. Unease pools her stomach -  this is something out of novels, the stuff of fairytales, some ELABORATE DREAM - but she’s going to be a doctor, and she has the steadiest hands and the steadiest nerves. So she follows the light nevertheless, dim and shining almost distantly, knuckles white around the handle of her mug. The room finally SETTLES - into something distinctly unfamiliar, and she finds herself blinking at what seems to be an equally confused boy, with an ODDLY FAMILIAR FACE. For a long time, neither spoke - simply stared, with what must be similar questions at the forefront of their minds.

And then, finally, sheepishly, Yeonjoo begins, forcing sound slowly past slack jaw. “Um - this might sound STRANGE but...can you tell me where I am?”

OPEN;

»»———— “I’m not - I’m not in here because of anything BAD - ” Exhaustion and helplessness are evident in tone of voice - it’s not Yeonjoo’s fault she doesn’t have any valid identifying information because she came from a whole other world, but it’s not like she can just SAY that in a court of law - or, for that matter, spring it onto her surprise visitor. After all, she isn’t sure the correctional facility’s mental ward would be a better place to be than the dingy little cell she’s been confined to for the past few days. “JUST - please, can you help me get out of here?” 

open ; mutuals only please !

»»———— “I can’t help what happens in the UPDATE, ok? It’s not like I wanted to shatter the hopes and dreams of millions of teenage girls across the world -”  She cuts herself off abruptly with a groan of frustration. Even if she did explain - it would sound absolutely INSANE, wouldn’t it? Bad enough that her professor’s getting on her case for the recent turn her father’s webtoon has taken - now all the embarrassing things she's done to get out of its pages are widely accessible to the rest of her world - the real world? - in its SIX HUNDRED DPI, fully lined and colored glory. “Anyway - the point is - I just wanted to go home. There was no other thought process involved. NONE.”

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