Faulty Hearts (aka "Tara & Belle") [Dreamcatcher | SuYoo | Sua x Yoohyeon]

Chapter 2

Author's notes:
- Yoohyeon's Korean and English names are used simultaneously throughout the story, depending on who's talking to her.
- Words in bold are actual spoken English dialogue (assuming you knew that everyone's speaking Korean by default)
- Words in italics are either thoughts or dialogue from flashbacks -or- actual Korean words/dialogue.
- If you need a visual of everyone's looks, think of the "What" era. (Silver hair Yoohyeon breathes!)

Slight T/W: brief mention of car accident details

Edited 06/06/20 minor grammatical corrections

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Is this really happening? Yoohyeon thought. She sat on the cold vinyl bench, leaning forward with her face buried in her shaking hands. The bustling airport sounds were now replaced by the buzzing and humming of medical equipment that echoed in the sterile hallways, like a lonely ghost. It was an all too familiar sound to her.

Forty-five minutes had gone by since her arrival at the hospital from the airport. She sat outside the doors that read "Operating Room" but was forbidden to go any further. She tried calming herself, but her breath was ragged through her thin fingers. Then her whole body began to tremble soon after. She tried again, deep breaths in, deep breaths out, knowing that panicking would not be good for her. The remains of her life in Korea contained inside a duffel bag laid carelessly at her feet.

Her face teetered between wanting to cry and wanting to scream, but she could not feel the urge to do either. She just closed her eyes, trying to process it all until the sound of blood-curdling screams stabbed through her ears. Yoohyeon finally reacted, moving her hands from her face to shield her ears this time. But now she could hear the sound of pounding footsteps getting closer and closer.

"SINGNIE! SINGNIE! WHERE IS SHE???"

The voice came from a tiny woman, whose long dark hair was dampened from the rain, masking her tear stained face. She was still donning a kitchen apron hinting that she had been doing some housework before being called here.

"SINGNIE! WHERE ARE YOU?!!" She wailed.

She approached the operating room doors, pounding at them frantically. Two orderlies opened the door and the little woman tried to rush past them but was immediately held back. She put up a fight, surprisingly strong, making the two male orderlies look like they were wrestling down a bucking calf.

One of them finally got a hold of her, practically lifting her off the floor. The other one assured both her and Yoohyeon that the doctors are working as hard as they could and will update them as soon as possible. The little woman wriggled from the orderly's hold and sank to the floor now crying full blown tears.

Yoohyeon couldn't help but stare at her. Her angular and sharp features caught her eye, how her tears just slid down the bridge of her nose like a stream emptying into the ocean. She wished she had her camera out to capture such a visual but it was obviously not appropriate right now. But most of all, she couldn't ignore her for she was so damn loud. How can someone so small be so loud?

Bora continued to wail, choking on her tears, her breath like a stuttering engine. She couldn't believe what was happening right now. All she was told almost an hour ago was that two people were involved in a car accident, one being Siyeon. She wasted no time driving herself to the hospital though the rain and traffic hindered her from getting there sooner. How fortunate that she didn't get into an accident herself.

She shifted her eyes from the floor to a figure sitting not too far from her by the OR doors. Their eyes met briefly but the other averted theirs quickly, head shrouded by the hood of their hoodie. A young man, Bora figured from his outfit. He wore an oversized black hoodie that covered his entire head and torso, ripped jeans, and heavy loosely laced Doc Marten boots that looked like they've been on a battlefield. He was looking down, fiddling with his paint chipped fingernails. He must be here for the other injured person, she concluded.