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Week passed by so quickly without an action. Every today and tomorrow's scenario not different than the yesterday.
Listening to his mother's advice took hours, but acting upon it took Seungcheol a week to decide what to do and how to start.
But on the brighter side, the awkward and unexplainable tension was slowly subsiding and they both got comfortable with each other.
Came Sunday and Seungcheol decided it was time to make a change and start the week right before meeting his doctor that he badly wanted to court, tomorrow for an appointment.
His heart beat enthusiastically for the first time as he entered his mom's room to inform her, and then later on entered a salon to dye his hair, a change he's been craving for.
He knew he was nervous but it gave Seungcheol a sense of comfort in a way because it reminded him that he was alive - existing.
This day he didn't live to search for the void of forgetting someone, but live to meet someone, and engage with that someone new.
His heart thumped in a different way, much different as to waking up with a sharp inhale of breath and closed eyes, waking up from a dream that frustrates him everyday.
When the sun starts to set, his hair was getting blow dried. And when the night is dark, his mother and him had shared a nice dinner and for the first time, he wasn't wearing an earphone but instead engaging himself into a conversation with her mother.
Seungcheol caught a tear slip from his mom, but he figured she was very happy. He pretended not to notice, and instead promise himself to keep going through life like this— all happy and communicating.
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One knock echoed throughout the clinic, Jeonghan flinched and chuckled to himself. Judging by the time of the day around 10am, he knew exactly who the client is.
And so with a warm welcoming smile, he opened the door, and oh... He was the one welcomed.
Welcomed by the familiar cologne of Seungcheol sprayed on his neck. Welcomed by his face that seemed to be sharper as the dark raven colour of his head was replaced by silver, ash gray.
Much lighter, reveled his face more, but the same fluffy hair he wanted to run his hands through.
His face seemed to be enlightened and was freely letting the light from the sky on his left reflect colors unto his face without a hood casting shadows on his looks.
Speaking of hood, his dark jackets long gone and instead replaced by a plain white tshirt. Plain but Seungcheol wearing it made it made it seem much better.
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Heal My Heart, Dr. Yoon ⚕ jc
Fanfiction"Rapid heartbeat, unstable breathing and flushed face. My diagnosis is that- you must be gay panicking, am I right, Dr. Yoon?" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ » » » in which Yoon Jeonghan is a cardiologist, and Seungcheol is his patient. Aside from treating th...