𝕃𝕆$𝔼ℝ =𝕃𝕆♡𝔼ℝ 《ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦》

Lobby Room

Park Yuna🎨

Well, I guess that's one way to start the day. Finding this dude, done with life, laying dead in the middle of the road probably waiting for someone to run him over. A fat mood. 

I've kind of always wanted to just lay down in the middle of the road. I'm not really too big on dying though. I mean, I still haven't figured out how snails have sex. Ain't no way I'm leaving this world without figuring that out. 

Snap out of it, you weird ass bitch.

We're both in the lobby of the hospital my brother worked at; Seoul National Hospital. "Alright, I sent him a text so, he'll be here any minute." He gives me an awkward smile and goes back to pacing around, biting the nails off his hand from the arm he didn't break.

I snatch up the moment to get a good look at him.  He is fucking gorgeous, even when his face is completely covered in cuts and bruises. His long, jet black hair reached below his neckline, giving out the impression of a wolf-cut. His soft looking bangs, almost covered his chestnut brown eyes, and he used his index finger every minute or so to push the hair away from his eyes, glancing about nervously, his fingers fidgeting. His bright, blonde highlights gave him a unique look, having me mesmerised just by looking at him. His long lashes flutter softly, framing his face perfectly. 

I look down to his hands again. They look incredibly bruised with dry blood caked on them.  Slight cuts scarred his long lips, as he continued biting his lower lip, causing them to bleed.

"Stop that," I snap.

"Stop what?" he asks, looking up in confusion, touching his lower lip unconsciously. 

"That," I slap his hand away. I look down at my phone again and sigh. "Where the hell is that guy? He should be here by no-"

"YUNNAAAA!!" 

 A loud voice yells out, echoing through the lobby. Me and the broken arm guy look over to see a man in bright blue scrubs, frantically running towards us. Once he reaches us, he immediately grabs my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks in the process.

"Yuna! Yuna, what is it? Are you okay? Did you get into a fight? Get your heart broken? Was it fucking Han Jisung? I knew that bastard was up to no good. It's okay. It's gonna be okay, alright? I'll buy you all the ice-cream you want. I'll...I'll even watch those cheesy romcoms with you. So just don't worry. You'll get through this," he says, pulling me into his arms, patting my head nonstop.

"Opp-" I attempt to get away from his hold, but he pulls me even closer, suffocating me.

"Your big brother is always here for you."

"I know that, I get it. But-" 

"Even if nobody else loves you, I'm always here for you," he continues, blocking my airway.

"No, that's not the poin-" I protest.

"Shh, it's alright Yuna, it's alright to hurt," he says soothingly.

"Can I please just explain- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE OPPA, GET OFF OF ME!" I scream out, causing the entire lobby to look over at the commotion.

"Uh...don't worry guys. Heh...everything's fine. Yeah..." Jimin oppa trails off, awkwardly chuckling. "Look Yuna, I know that you're heartbroken and it's okay. I understand. But please, don't curse out in the hospital cause I already have a good enough reputation with you as my sister." he says sarcastically.

"Excuse you? I'm one of the  most popular girls in school. Everyone loves me. Well, kinda. Also, I'm not heartbroken. Jisung and I broke up weeks ago," I reply with a shrug.