ʜɪs Ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
1.
Morning settles quietly over the city.
My internal clock always wakes me up before the alarm does.
Even so, I’m too lazy to reach over and silence my phone’s ridiculous ringtone.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
"This 𝐬𝐡𝐢̀𝐭 is annoying.…"
*stretched drowsily, arching like a lazy cat*
My mind is already running through questions.
People put their recovery in my hands for a 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.
It still amazes me how heavy that responsibility feels…
Especially before a proper cup of tea and a decent breakfast.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
All I have to do is dash into that train and 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.
Unfortunately, I’m not a student anymore,
Who can sneak into class late and pretend nothing happened.
I can almost picture the old classrooms,
The professors giving me those critical looks... trying to decide whether to 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 me or not.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Back then I was a "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 student."
Now I 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 have a 𝐣𝐨𝐛.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
And the fck… nobody shows enough respect for that either.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*shakes his head*
Mrs. Kim walked in holding a mug.
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
"Oh boy, I 𝐒𝐞𝐞" *raising a brow.*
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
Are you talking to yourself again?
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Mom! Who told you to see?
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
*Placed the mug on the table and gave him a sharp look*
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
In any case, I don’t understand your jokes,
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
If your father hears you swearing like that, you’ll get your ass kicked.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Huh, But I wasn’t joking.
(His hand reached toward the mug)
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
"That’s my coffee!"
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
(slapped his hand away as he mumbled something under his breath)
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
I’m in a good mood today!!
*she continued*
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
So! hurry up and get ready. I already ironed your uniform.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Aish… can’t I just wear a suit instead?
*whined*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
It would look way more~better. That uniform clings to me like a curse.
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
Not my problem. Now Go.
Taehyung grabbed the door handle and stepped out of his room.
The air in the hallway still carried the warm scent of breakfast.
He had already showered, and damp strands of hair rested against his forehead.
His eyes landed on the neatly ironed uniform resting on the couch.
Their house wasn’t large, but it was comfortable enough... traditional and modest.
The rooms felt a little cramped,
Which was why his parents preferred spending most of their time in the hall.
Taehyung picked up the uniform.
And slipped it on, adjusting the cuffs carefully.
By the time he reached the table, his father was already seated there.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
"𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚!" *chirped*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Where’s that brat?
2.
His father was already sitting at the table.
The man, now in his fifties,
Looked up from the newspaper resting in his hands.
Despite the faint lines of age around his eyes,
His posture remained straight and composed.
Taehyung dropped into the chair opposite him.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Appa, where’s that brat?
Almost on cue, a voice echoed from down the hallway.
"Who are you calling a 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭?"
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
*appeared, hair messy from sleep and an annoyed look on his face*
Unlike Taehyung, he looked like he had rolled out of bed just minutes ago.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
You look terrible. Did you even 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩?
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
"Charming welcome"
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
*Flopped down on the couch, eyes closing again*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Appa, see the audacity?
Jimin cracked one eye open.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
What do you expect?
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
A royal bow, then should I roll out a red carpet too?
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
and smell awful as well. Ew.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Wrinkled his nose dramatically*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
*Rolled his eyes*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
I studied the whole night.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
I got so absorbed that I forgot to shower.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Yeah, right. I don’t believe you.
*aware of his mocking*
ᴋɪᴍ ʜʏᴜɴʙɪɴ
*lowered the newspaper with a sigh*
ᴋɪᴍ ʜʏᴜɴʙɪɴ
Tae, leave him alone. He’s just your younger brother.
ᴋɪᴍ ʜʏᴜɴʙɪɴ
*His gaze shifted to Jimin.*
Then, you.... what are you doing here looking like this?
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
*Rubbed his face tiredly*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
Appa… I don’t feel like going to university today.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
I feel a bit weak.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Scoffed again*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
*Immediately glared at him*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
What’s your problem? 💢
ᴋɪᴍ ʜʏᴜɴʙɪɴ
You two love 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 like typical siblings.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Leaned back in his chair*
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
If he’s not coming, fine.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
I Was going to drop him at his university before heading to the hospital.
Just then 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐊𝐢𝐦 walked in, wiping her hands on her apron.
ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇ-ᴊɪɴ
"I packed your lunch," *said gently*
Be careful on the way, 𝐁𝐮𝐧.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Grabbed his bag*
Okay, Amma. Appa. I’m leaving.
𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦 nodded like usual; Mrs. Kim waved her hand before going inside.
As he headed for the door, Jimin suddenly sat up.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
Wait-are you taking Appa’s car? I need to go somewhere!
The Kim family only had one car-an old model that their father treated like treasure.
Taehyung didn’t even slow down.
He simply walked out the door.
Behind him, Jimin’s annoyed voice followed down the hallway.
But Taehyung ignored it completely.
The rehabilitation wing of the hospital, almost quieter
Machines hummed softly while nurses moved between rooms.
The faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air
3.
The faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air
Taehyung walked through the corridor with his usual bright smile.
It was almost impossible not to notice him.
He was 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 with nearly everyone,
and in the short time he had worked there,
Most people had grown used to his presence.
The way he laughed~ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 and 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲.
The way he spoke 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲~
The way he handled 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 quickly and confidently.
People 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 that.
Some even envied it.
But that was 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥.
No matter what you do, not everyone will 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 you.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*flipped through the patient file in his hands as he walked*
A nurse suddenly stepped into his path.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Looked up, raising an eyebrow*
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
I’m completely lost with this,
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
*said dramatically, waving a pamphlet in the air*
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
I’ve been staring at it for an hour.
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
*Shoved the paper toward him*
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
This equipment is so stupidly designed.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Did you read the instructions?
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*asked, scanning the page*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
It’s used for leg fractures.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
The settings are pretty simple.
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
*Groaned*
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
I did read it, It still doesn’t make sense. Could you handle it?
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
I’d really appreciate it.
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
*leaned closer*
"Please… oppa?"
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Frowned*
Ugh. Fine, I’ll take a look,
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
But stop calling me oppa.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
We’re the same age.
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
*Pouted*
But I like calling you oppa, It feels natural.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*rolled his eyes*
ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ (ɴᴜʀsᴇ)
*laughed at his reaction, before leaving*
They had started working around the same time and got along well.
She loved teasing people - especially Taehyung
To her, he felt like a 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Sighed as he studied the pamphlet*
He already had plenty of work waiting.
Still…
He rarely refused anyone who asked for help.
He smiled faintly, adjusting the settings for her.
Sometimes he wondered if people took advantage of his softness.
But he let it happen anyway.
Maybe that was why everyone 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 him 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲?
Taehyung sat inside his small glass-walled cabin,
The one the staff jokingly called "ғɪsʜ ʙᴏᴡʟ"
From outside, anyone could see him working through the clear panels.
He was focused on a stack of files when the sliding door suddenly opened.
The file was placed on his desk.
someone
"Severe fracture, Multiple ligament damage"
someone
"Looks like a sports injury"
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*Finally glanced up*
What?
He flipped open the file and skimmed through the report.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Another athlete who thinks recovery takes two 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 and a 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Did the doctor already consult him.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
Why are you bringing the patient history to me?
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