"Life is about give and take; you know this better than anyone; the deal is clear, either you take an in, or war it shall be.
"It's indeed give and take, so why do I feel like the only one who gives without receiving anything in return?"
"Because th...
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The river of water never followed the path you had paved for it; nothing new; you were used to the opposition, the opposition of fate, of choices, hell, even the opposition of the weather.
You've never liked the rain, you considered it a nuisance; the conference went well but could have gone even better if the humidity hadn't ruined the hairstyle your hairdresser had worked on for hours; your makeup had suffered quite a bit, too; all that, and you had a ride, you wondered if you'd have looked like a doctor at all if you had taken public transportation to Coex.
But it doesn't matter; you've landed a great deal; you won't think about finances to conduct your research for a year or so.
You considered a celebration after such joyous news, thought the lounge at Shangrilla would be a cool place for a shot or more of scotch, and maybe, if the water is nice, a quick make out with a fish that catches your eye.
But you couldn't. Fuck.
Namjoon decided to play the role of the damsel in distress, almost begged you to take a detour and go to Incheon instead.
What on earth is this curse; who goes to such a rural place on such a good evening? You should've declined.
But you couldn't, first because Namjoon is a good friend of yours who also helped you when you were in the mood to play damsel in fucking distress, and second because he promised to introduce you to some investors who could help you solve your financial crisis in the long run.
You had decided to be the boss, no longer wanting to spend twelve hours in the operating room for a salary with which you couldn't satisfy your basic needs; the risk was also greater than the salary; the responsibility weighed on your shoulders every time you spoke to a patient's family, trying your best to reassure them, even though you knew that in some cases there was no apparent hope; not to mention that with everything you did and all the successes you had reached, you just couldn't climb the ladder that your father had made sure remained out of reach for your feet.
So boss girl you became, with a lot of debts from the bank and some loan sharks, but you managed to open a practice; your hands were stable, never leaving scars behind any surgery you performed, so, one night when you were ranting about your life with Namjoon in a small pojangmacha over a few bottles of soju, he gave you the idea of becoming a plastic surgeon, and even though you were so drunk, you managed to remember the details of that conversation and took his advice.
Still, you'd have punched him right in the face if he had been with you while you waited for the person who needed help to call; you waited in the car for almost ten minutes, cursing the rainy weather more in that short time than you had in your entire life, and as soon as you decided to light your cigarette, a knock on the window interrupted your moment of joy.
"So sorry for troubling you so late at night, but circumstances made it impossible for me to bring my friend to the hospital." Spoke the man as he opened the door for you while holding an umbrella to cover your shivering body.
