[ENG] BLIND IN LOVE

#03

"Do doppelgangers really exist?"

"1 in 135th of a chance that a person completely identical to you exists."

"There are 7 out of the 7 billion people, who look exactly like you."

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1 week later...

Chanyeol takes a deep breath. He is staring at the hospital where his older sister works as a doctor. He hates visiting hospitals, especially when their parents died from an accident.

Chanyeol scoffed a little at the dull gold placard fixed atop the door.

Park Yoora, MD, Trauma Surgeon.

"You're here!" Yoora cheerfully said when he saw Chanyeol, Chanyeol closed the door behind him. Yoora looked up from the stack of papers in front of her.

"You dyed your hair?" Chanyeol smiled and combed his new coloured hair. Its light blonde. "Why? Do I look handsome? Do I look like KPOP Idol?" Yoora scoffed, "You're still ugly. Sit down." Yoora said as Chanyeol seated on the chair.

"So, what was so important that couldn't wait till evening?" Chanyeol asked, and Yoora sighs. "There has been an accident." Napatayo si Chanyeol. "WHAT?! WHAT ACCIDENT!? ISN'T ANYONE WE KNOW?" Chanyeol sank back to his seat, eying Yoora warily. Yoora looked around, for lack of a better word, stressed. She fidgeted away, gnawing at her lips, battering them even further. Yoora was such a textbook liar. Chanyeol could read the signals miles away. He raised an eyebrow, watching Yoora until he met her eyes. Yoora drooped visibly, before reaching out to the file nearest to him.

"It was on the news, the car accident in Jeju. Two men." Yoora trailed off, pushing the folder to Chanyeol. And he remembered the news when he's with Rose.

The glossy sheet had a picture of a man on it. 'He hardly looked 20's,' Chanyeol thought.

"That's Byun Baekhyun, aged 28." Chanyeol forehead crumpled, "Byun Baekhyun?"

"He was brought to the hospital sustaining severe injuries to his head, along with his husband, Lee Loey." Yoora paused, almost like she was searching Chanyeol's face for the slightest change in bearings.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Chanyeol said, Yoora closed her eyes for a second before turning the page and pushing the folder back at him.

Chanyeol stared. The picture in front of him was...him.

Well, him, if this was some sort of cosmic joke. The man in the picture had a big ear too, his eyes just like his. But the hair is different, it's black and the hair style, he used that hairstyle during college and he never do it again.

"Good Joke, Noona." Chanyeol said and pushed the file.

Yoora gaping at him, "I'm not! This isn't a joke!" he stuttered in disbelief. Chanyeol snorted. It sounded weak to his ears. He stood up, tapping his sister's desk. "You owe me lunch for all this trouble. Find someone willing to talk to you, not me."