𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박.

ᅠSurvival of the fittest. | 35 years old.

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

.@impaseuto.

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎、𝐇͟𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍，박. ︎ @impaseuto]

+ 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 +

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎、𝐇͟𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍，박. ︎ @impaseuto]

+ 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 +

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎、𝐇͟𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍，박. ︎ @impaseuto]

+ 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. +

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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.

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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?”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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.

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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,

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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?”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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.”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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.”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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.”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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?”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

@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.”

[𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍, 박. @vainnesse]

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