𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박.

: Park Wooshin is in an alternate universe where he was 35 years old when he returned to South Korea.

.@impaseuto.

: A reminder to myself that Hajun drew himself marrying Wooshin as a kid to hurt myself.

+ might've only seen it for the last time twenty years ago. There were pictures of a little kid, maybe 6, who's supposed to be me. He's not alone, every frame of these pictures always has two boys in it, while the older one might be that man. The kid was painting some random +

+ animals that I recognize as ducks, and a drawing of a married couple that seemed like the older brother and the kid with suits and a gown, while the older boy was holding on to that painting with a straight face. There were pictures of the older boy staring at the kid, some +

+ of them are full of joy, some other pictures are full of tears when the kid fell, or when the boy got some scratches on his elbows after saving the kid, well, it's always the kid with tears, and the older boy was trying to stop that crying. Lucky little kid, I'd say. +

Is watching a video of his childhood with @impaseuto with barely any expression. Hajun was such a crybaby. He wonders whether that’s still the case.

@impaseuto seems eager to tell him off. They appear to be in a small argument prior to this. “I told you he’s fine. Why do none of you believe me?” The doctor is seemingly in loss of words, and turns his gaze towards the man on the bed, “Could you confirm your relationship with this man?”

@impaseuto Realizing the man had woken up, the nurse immediately returns behind the door to inform the doctor, who then finally enters the room along with Wooshin behind him. “Are you feeling okay, Sir? Any dizziness or pain somewhere?” The doctor asks. Wooshin, on the other hand,

The hospital is bustling. Wooshin could’ve taken him into a nicer, more quiet one, but emergency called. He's outside of the room talking to the doctor, his voice might be heard faintly from inside. A nurse peeks her head to see into @impaseuto’s room to check his situation.

arms and tries shaking his body for an answer, and gets none. ▍ To be continued. @impaseuto

As he hurriedly got up on his feet and approached the man, a thought struck him: 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮? The shallowness of their relationship finally caught up to Wooshin in the worst timing possible. “Don’t fucking joke around—,” he holds the man in his

Gently pats a lathered cotton ball onto the darkening bruise on @impaseuto’s cheek.

@impaseuto “... Sure did. I was on my way there, so I dropped by here to see how awful you're doing.” This time, he’s the one avoiding the man’s gaze to idly deal with the dried up cotton ball. “It’s not as if you're an Olympic athlete competing worldwide, why so insistent on doing this?”

@vainnesse "I see," as if anyone would buy that stupid excuse. "How was the kalguksu? Didn't they drop the price to 50% off today?" Of course I made it up, there's no way a 'stall' would ever give a half price in this area.

@impaseuto That’s a hard one. Not a hard question, but hard to answer in a way that he doesn’t face his own feeling and get into that strange vulnerable state. “Because there’s a good kalguksu stall near here. Your place just happens to be close to it.”

@vainnesse "Told ya, stop ordering me around," I said. It did sound like a sulking tone coming from a younger sibling, but with 'our age' now it might make people question us—if anyone else heard that. "Why do you keep coming?"

@impaseuto Noticing him avoiding his eyes, Wooshin presses the cotton ball just a tad stronger against the bruise. Not that he’s going to pry for more explanation, though. “Then stop doing it. It’s not worth it.”

@vainnesse Why is he always so curious anyway? Is he studying me? ".... No," I glance away avoiding his eyes. I didn't say I was going to explain the reason behind it, and it was a rhetorical question. It should be enough.

@impaseuto The jest was amicably accepted. Wooshin scoffs at his assumption. “As if,” he says. “Nobody other actually cares about Hajun like that.” His 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘳 is dying anyways. “I was simply curious, it’s personal.”

@vainnesse Good question, he knows nothing about me so that's probably what has been in his mind. Why would I do this for money? Oh.. well, seeing how I live my life, it does seem like that. "Is this interview recorded so you could report it to your employer?"

@impaseuto He couldn’t— no, he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 answer to that. The hand gets to work again, gentle and careful work. The bruise is fresher than he thought, so he puts in even more caution than before. Not that he lets it show, though. “You do this for the money?”

@vainnesse ? "Yeah, why coming here in the first place anyway?" of course, I stay still, like what he told me to. Today has been a long day, let's just let him do what he wants.

@impaseuto “You plan to make me waste my time coming here after a busy day at work, just to wait and watch you do it by yourself?” A brow rose. “Stay still.”

@vainnesse It stings. I, by reflex, pull my head slightly away to avoid that cotton's touch. "I can do it myself."

@impaseuto (Tilts his head to the side.) His brother. I told you already.

@vainnesse ? Why are you the one deciding whether it's needed or not, who are you?

Two days ago was my birthday.