You In My Bloody Memories. » Hwang Hyunjin

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The sight of the said doctor stood brighter than the rays of the sun. His eyes stayed fixed on the file open in front of him as he scanned all the words. As soon as he looked up, the realization finally struck me like lightning.

My eyes widened like the ones of a fawn when it catches a threat coming closer. His hair lingered over his eyebrows, a small twitch of puffy lips soon stretching out into a smile as his eyes formed a straight line, helping his light mole under the right one to show itself. His night eyes that reflected like the stars of midnight fell over my strained figure.

“Hyunjin, this is Iseul.” Jake’s voice shook me from out of my temporary awe-struck state. My eyes hovered upon the said male who still didn’t let go of the rope of angst that probably only scarred his own hand more. “I told you about her, remember?”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows formed a sharp V-line in response as if he swiped through his memories to lay himself on when Jake had mentioned me. After a second-or-so, his lips formed an ‘O’ shape, indicating him recalling it.

“Oh, right, you did.” He smiles again, “Please have a seat, Ms. Shin.”

My own lips too stretch up into a small smile. His voice sounded like the melody of a soothing song, as his face resembled the sight of the moon that presented itself in the sky after a full day of nothing but rain.

“Hyunjin, I wanted to say something. Come outside.” Jake says, his voice lingered with a ghost of uncertainness, that my mind could not register why. The room of his gaze was still covered with the curtain of fear, that refused to let anything else come into view.

“Is it that important? We have a new patient here.” Hyunjin points his hand over my direction, his gaze having a wall of sterness, unlike how it was when his eyes locked with mine. The heat of tension in the room only grew more when Jake left a sigh.

“Yes, it is that important.”

Hyunjin sucked in a gush of air before his eyebrows raised. “Sure then.”

His eyes fell on me and his cherry-pink lips stretched into another smile, before he eyed the latter once again. The sweetness in his gaze wiped away like rain on a window as-soon-as it was Jake in front of him. Might it be some of their own problems that supported the bricks-of-the-wall of tension.

As I relax my shoulders down, my mind melts away from the ice of anxiety due to meeting the doctor that I supposed would guide me better on the path of health until the vehicle of my heart rests on repair. He looked no older than me, might it be the mere distance of a month or two, but nothing more than that.

I sit on my seat in empty surroundings, observing the cloud-white room. The proof-of-success-like certificates in frames hung on the walls as a few photos of Hyunjin holding the trophies that shone like the vibrant sun.

I could feel myself drowning in my own thoughts once again. My sisters still were not anywhere close to the information of my sickness. They still were wrapped around the knots of lies that I was only trying to lessen the weight of financial problems over my shoulders. Having to let my sickness slip into their knowledge stayed as hard as a mountain, that no tsunami, no flood, nothing could soften up.

A sigh leaves me, as I lean back on the chair, allowing myself to be comfortable, as I wait for the two males to return. The way their eyes alone fought wars while they pierced each other through their gaze. My thoughts were tangled into one another, while they tried to figure out the reasons for their unknown conflict.

Before my thoughts suffocated me once again, I turned around after the door already opened, Hyunjin walking in as Jake’s footsteps trailed behind. His eyes met mine, the same blinds of dilemma fallen over the windows of his soul. That reason still stood dark and unsung.

“So, Ms. Iseul,” Hyunjin’s voice echoes, as I broke away the thread of eye contact from Jake, tying the knot with Hyunjin. “I suppose your previous doctor would have solved your doubts?”

I nod lightly, my lips pressing into a thin line as he scanned over the file in his hands. “Yeah, she told me about my heart being… a little… not fine.”

He dipped his head down, agreeing. His eyebrows once again switched to a slight frown, a twitch of his filled lips to the right as he bit his lower lip slightly. “Well, I’ll let you know when and what treatment we should start. Would it be alright if I could get your number to keep you on track about it?”

My mind wipes out any word I could respond with like the ocean’s waves taking in the sand as it washes over the coast. My mouth opened in search of my voice that hugged the deepest level of my throat, refusing to let go. Betrayed by the denial, I let my head do the work as I turn my head up and down in agreement.

“Sounds good. Please write your number on this.” He urges a piece of small paper in my direction, pulling out a pen from the holder and sliding it over the table to me.

“Oh, of course.” I whisper, the ink meeting the piece of paper, as it dances along to the writings I made on it about my phone number. I wrote my name down after the number, for him to have my contact’s pill dissolve in the glass of his mind.

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“At least tell me, why are you suddenly so quiet and angry?” I ask Jake as we leave the tall building. His silence was deafening as there were no traces of what got him to stitch his mouth by the thread of anger.

“I’m not mad, Iseul. Just… not sure as to how a smart woman like you can give her number to just anyone.”

I blinked a few times as he stopped on his track. “What? You’re mad about that?”

Jake doesn’t answer, but his quietness was just enough to hint to his statement being true.

“He’s my doctor now, Jake. Of course I would have to give him my number at some point.”

Jake groans, a pained expression making room on his face as if his shoulders were pulled down by daggers. “It’s not that, it’s… I…”

“You don’t have to worry. I will be fine.”

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]

GUYA OMG IM AO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IT WAS LIKE TESTS→TRIP→SICKNESS→VACATIONS OVER→TESTS→AND NOW IM HERE