"That smile on your face, stings as a poison in my heart, knowing my goal, has been established." __________ |무서움|
Start | Min Yoongi
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The air was covered in a cogent vapor of hypochlorite, which drifted around the doors of operation theatres. People's footprints on the floors left temporary patches of dirt, mingling with disinfectant fluids which were scattered around. Electric bulbs twitched due to low energy, occasionally concealing the whole corridor under the drape of inky darkness.
A languid sigh escaped from the man's lips, as he flexed his shoulders to regain posture. The clipboard he was holding remained stuck under his arms, sweat trickling down on it due to the immense heat of hospital environment. He could feel his white apron soaking wet on his skin, while the obnoxious sensation of his dumped hair kept making him uncomfortable.
The lights went off again, blocking the man's vision to go further. He didn't move from his position, and continued to lean against the doorframe. Part of him was counting for his shift to get over, while another part of him fought hard to win the battle going in his mind.
His stomach clenched uneasily, chest felt caged for an unknown reason. He wasn't liking it, he wasn't liking the sudden halt of everything in front of his eyes. The motionless air lingering around him, occasional footsteps of doctors and nurses stepping on the corridor, or it could just be the fact that the night was being unusually quieter than before - was all he could accuse for bothering his sanity.
The clock struck to nine, earning a reflex from the man's back. Breathing deeply, he raised himself up and pushed the door open, peeking into white operation theatre.
"Doctor Jisang, I am going."
"Nine already?" the doctor named Jisang looked up from the gloves he was sanitizing, while the patient in front of him slept under heavy dose of anesthesia.
"Yes. Won't you go too?"
"Oh, yes - I should be going too..." Dr. Jisang started to put the equipments inside his suitcase, while his answer was directed at the latter, "Wait for a bit, Yoongi. We can walk together."
"Okay."
Yoongi looked away from the room, eyes instead searching for the cabinet he always puts his things. Suddenly, the light came back, giving him a clear vision at last.
He scoffed in annoyance, while the bulb kept flickering on and off. Sighing, he paced on the corridor, preparing to leave the hospital and head towards his awaiting home.
