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roommate rivalry

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plot: yeosang is injured and in the hospital. he's very unwelcoming to others who come into his room. he ends up getting a roommate because there is very little space in the hospital. things only get worse from there.
i apologize for the amount of cursing you're about to witness in this chapter. i have no creativity when it comes to insults. also content warning for mention of injuries.

  "we've done all we need to do for you, mr. kang. now please give us the contact information of the people who can come get you."
  "don't call me mr. kang, call me yeosang. also, i thought i already told you that i don't fuck with my family. i don't have any friends either. it's best if i stay a little longer anyway. i look like i crawled out of hell."
  he indeed did look like he escaped from hell. he had a broken arm and neither of his legs worked so he had to use a wheelchair. he had chronic back pain and migraines, and an eyepatch over one eye. he had noticeable eyebags and messy hair. on top of all of that, he was still recovering from internal bleeding.

  "i'll give you until lunch tomorrow, yeosang. but after that, you must give me your contact information." the doctor informed him, putting emphasis on the word "must".
  "yeah, yeah, whatever. i get it. now get out." yeosang replied while pointing at the door.

  just a few minutes later, the doctor was talking with one of the security guards who worked at the hospital. this specific security guard was a good friend of his.
  "and then after that, he said, 'yeah, yeah, whatever. i get it. now get out!' and then he pointed at the door! can you believe that, joong?"
  "he's always mad for no reason!"
  "exactly! i'm just trying to do my job." the doctor stated.

   the doctor sighed. "i'm so tired.. i can't wait to go home. every minute feels like a whole year."
   the security guard attempted to comfort his friend. "it's okay, hwa. everyone has their bad days sometimes. maybe tomorrow will be better?"
   "yeah, you're right.." the doctor replied. he smiled a hopeful smile at the security guard and he earned a smile back in return from the security guard.

  the doctor felt a bit better now, causing him to quickly change the subject. "anyway, how's that patient who just went through surgery? i forgot his name already.. if i'm remembering correctly, then i think his surname was choi. is he doing well?"
  "i believe his name was choi jongho. he is tired and he seems to be in a lot of pain. we'll have to put him in a room so he can rest for the time being. also, remember that patient you mentioned earlier who is always mean to you..? well, this patient is kind of like that too."

   "oh god.." the doctor mumbled.
   "there aren't any rooms available either.. we might have to put him in the same room as that other patient."
   "do you think they'll get along?"
   "maybe they will. you never know until you try it."
   "i hope they will.." the doctor said before nervously biting his lip.

   the security guard went to the surgery room that the patient was in and got him. he pushed his bed out of the room and down the hallway.
   "the hell do you think you're doing? let me rest."
   "you'll be able to rest once you get to your room, sir. do you mind sharing a room with another patient?"
   "i am NOT about to share a room with somebody." jongho said. he tried to get out of bed, but he was too weak to stand up, so he immediately gave up.
   "calm down. we're almost there, okay?"
   "whatever." jongho sighed, crossing his arms. he tried to look mean and put a scowl on his face, but it looked like he was pouting instead. nobody was going to take him seriously with that face.

  when they got to the room, the doctor was there, and he was trying to convince yeosang to take his medicine.
  "i ain't gotta do shit."
  "why would you specifically ask for me to give you your medicine if you're just going to be rude to me?"
  "because i hate everybody, but i hate you the least."

  after the doctor and the security guard both did what they needed to do, they left. right before the security guard left, he looked at the two patients. "you two better not fight now, ya hear?"
  "i'm too mature for that anyway." yeosang said to the security guard. on the other hand, jongho didn't say anything. he just kept scowling at the security guard. hell on earth slowly started to come into existence after the security guard closed the door.

  "the hell happened to you?" jongho said to yeosang.
  "excuse me? what the fuck happened to you? i can barely hear you speaking." yeosang snapped back at him.
  "at least i have only one injury and not a lot of broken bones all over the place. you look like literal hell."
  "yeah, it is hell when i'm in this room alone with you. at least i don't have bandages wrapped around my neck. is your neck broken or something? how does it feel to have to eat from a tube? turtle neck looking ass bitch."
"at least i don't have to use a wheelchair. you look like you aged 50 years ever since you started rolling around in it. your trip to the morgue is long overdue, grandpa."
  "i can still kick your ass with both of my legs broken, don't try me."
   "i can break a whole watermelon in half with my fist, and i won't hesitate to do the same thing to your face. i'll make your old frail ass fold in half like a piece of paper." jongho said while getting out of his bed.

  before any physical fighting could happen, the security guard came into the room. "i can literally hear you two from my office. there will be no fighting. understand?"
  "yeah, i understand. you might have to remind the old man in a few more minutes though, i think he may have memory loss."
  "THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT ME, YOU BROKE NECK BITCH???" yeosang yelled while trying to get out of bed.
  "HEY, DON'T FIGHT." the security guard screamed, running towards them and attempting to break them up.