Realistic or Modern 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜

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  sunny days spent in our own little world we were princes and princesses, healers and knights. back when we made promises to stay together forever. it was a time i remember all too well; a time when we were us.
  
  

  kang mirae ​

  
  

  
  
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A harsh electric feeling crept into Mi-rae’s blood and settled in her chest. Not the kind that sparks pretty and positive, more like a lightning bolt splitting a body down the middle, ash and smoke billowing from the burns it caused. Charred edges whispered questions; Why? Why now? Why me? As if the sky would ever answer back. Mi-rae now knew better than to look up and see something heavenly instead of just clouds that held nothing or ever rain. She should know better than to expect anything else than a pretence of unfamiliarity between the two from this chance encounter. They were strangers now after all, weren't they? Just a face of a distant shore that she once found home in; just some faded photograph left in the sun for too long.

Still, something inside lurched, and it made her feel feverish.

Mi-rae felt as though she had stepped into a fever dream, where reality blurred at the edges and the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift and sway like a ship on storm-tossed sea. Her breath came in shallow gasps, like the desperate wheezing of a drowning man clawing for air. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them again, the ghost would have dissipated, carrying all the memories and dizziness with him. Flowers of moments she had thought to have trampled had suddenly shot up again, climbing and climbing through her entire being, with thorns pricking and tearing all that still held an inch of softness. She felt like choking and throwing up at the same time.

There was little sense left, and Mi-rae could only barely register what was happening around her; the hand on her shoulder, the coldness of the tiles, the warmth of a body against hers. Voices, one she wished she could not still recognise after everything. No, this had to be a dream. A nightmare? Something unreal. Denial and delusion had always made close friend with each other, intertwining as easily as twin stars. Mi-rae opened her eyes to gaze into that of a mirage, a vision of features she exactly could picture him to have become if he was here. Sharper. Even more handsome. Her hand reached out, expecting to go straight through the figment of imagination, but instead of distorting the image, her finger touched something tangible.

Eyes blinked, focusing on the finger poking a cheek.

Eh?

"What...." she uttered, her throat tightening into a gasp. Her face contorted once more into shock and slight horror as she realised what was happening and what she was doing. Immediately, her trembling legs scrambled herself up. There was as much grace to it as a baby deer but Mi-rae could not care much about that. All she could focus on was trying to leave as swiftly as possible, right before becoming a true mess of a person right in front of him. "I- have to go." her body turned around, fast, faster than light.

Maybe it was because she had drunk way too little water for a hot day such as today. Perhaps it was because seeing Sun-woo again was enough for everything to completely shut down. One step was what Mi-rae could do before the world started to spin.

Before darkness took her.

Groaning softly, Mi-rae wakes up later again. Her hand moved to touch her forehead as pain throbbed there, her eyes squeezing before opening to meet some very bright lights. Sensing that she was laying down, she pushed herself into a sitting position and slowly took in her surroundings with a dazed sense of bewilderment. The room was small and stark, the air heavy with the antiseptic scent of disinfectant. Medical equipment hummed softly in the background. Was this.... the hospital? Her gaze soon fell on the figure in the room, eyebrows shooting up in surprise and recognition.

"Sunn-" the nickname gets swallowed." -woo. What...." so many questions-- Where am I? Why are you here? Why did you ever leave? Mi-rae settled on the most neutral one.

"What happened?

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  i will never go back into your arms. but can't stop thinking about you and me. i will never go back into your arms. but can't stop thinking about the time when we were us.
  
  

  ho sunwoo​

  
  

  
  
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Hospitals always unsettled him.

The wrenching dread sitting in the pit of his stomach as he impatiently sat in the chair adjacent to Mi-Rae’s bed. An odd beep here and there stung his ears, indicating that the girl was still present in the land of the living. Despite his numerous trips to this very hospital with Mrs Yang, ensuring she made it to all her health appointments, there was something different about this trip. Something that made him more on edge, with a fight or flight reaction ready to trigger off in his body. His mind dawned on what could be the cause of all of this anxiety, before showing beginning to trace the lines of memories he had been attempting to repress over these years.

The last time he had been in a hospital with Mi-Rae was after he had been - … The scar on his lower abdomen began to sting, like a fired-up cattle prod pressing against his skin, recreating the sensation that he often felt when his mind dwindled on past events. A fleeting thought ran through his conscious for a fleeting second as the phantom pain radiated, his glaze flickering towards the girl who laid before him. When she wakes up… would she even want to see me?

When the girl before him had passed out at the store, his first instinct was to call for an ambulance. She was in no condition to just simply be brought home. Mrs Yang urged Sun-Woo to go with the ambulance, to ensure that the poor girl would be okay and not afraid when she woke up in a foreign place; and that they could have some sort of closure at the end of it all. He had been hesitant at first, dark treacherous memories enveloping his critical processing. But Mrs Yang was persistent, nudging him until he finally caved. He could never say no to her.

For a moment, Sun-Woo was trapped in his thoughts; the mental strength needed to climb his way out of the ongoing dark hole he had created himself was beginning to be too much. That was until he caught sight of movement in the corner of his eye. His gaze turned upwards towards Mi-Rae, his eyes widening at the sight of the girl now sitting up in the bed. She spoke softly, and yet her words stung worse than the knife that had been lodged into his side as a teen. Sun-Woo, not Sunny. That was all he needed to see there would be a great divide of the pair; whilst present in the same room together, they were an ocean away.

“You should lie back down again,” he responded, standing up to his full height and making his way to the side of the bed. He took hold of the remote control for the bed and began to adjust the head position. “Here. You can still sit up a bit, but just rest back, okay?” It was like he was instructing Mrs Yang, who was always so bold and determined to get her own way during her appointments and scans. Once readjusting the bed, he hung the remote control back on the railing. A small glance back, he caught sight of the chair he had been previously sitting on; he took hold of it and dragged it close to the bed. Even if it seemed like they were no longer the close and dear friends they had been growing up, he still felt the need to be physically closer to Mi-Rae to ensure she felt safe. Whether she wanted that reassurance was another thing to ask.

“You have heat stroke,” Sun-Woo began to explain to her as he sat back down again, one leg coming up and foot planting on the seat of the chair; a habit he had developed from his father at an early age as they would sit down and eat dinner together. However, he would never allow himself to do so while in school uniform or seated at the table of a guest’s house for dinner. “They forget to warn the tourists about the bite of the Busan sun” Sun-Woo exhaled, a half-lightened chuckle slipping in at the end in hopes that it would make this meeting less awkward as he gazed at the girl before him.

And then he paused.

Because looking at Mi-Rae wasn’t just looking at some girl he had been good friends with growing up. Looking at her was also looking back at all his past regrets and mistakes. She was the walking reminder of his upbringing, with memories swirling of those times Mi-Rae and her family would come to Guryong village, the slums in which Sun-Woo grew up in with his father. The days they would come, Sun-Woo knew that he had just a couple of hours to forget about the stress of poverty and just play with another kid. Mi-Rae was the sweet taste of what it felt like to be loved and accepted into a family with open arms as her parents invited him over for playtime, bathed and fed him, clothed him and mended any wears and tears in his school uniform. Mi-Rae was the spring breeze that came in his teens, dragging him from a pit of depression and anxiety for those brief months, before passing over like the seasons come and go. She was the embodiment of memories, both great and traumatising.

And yet, for this split moment, as he gazed at her, it brought such great comfort to see her once again. He was kissing both those good and bad memories, greeting them back with welcoming arms despite their intentions for being there. The corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly and slowly, giving the girl a sombre and warm closed-lip smile. “It’s really good to see you again, Mi-Rae” he said with a genuine, warm-hearted tone, his eyes shining with a glimmer of hope; maybe things can go back the way they were before?

The Busan air had definitely turned Sun-Woo into an optimist over the years.

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