Oh My! Chapter 2
“You know Jiyong, finding the right coffin isn’t easy.” Jiyong’s grandmother had told him once while she was driving him around one day when he was about 10. His Grandmother told his mother about this museum she wanted to take her grand-baby to before she died, so he assumed that was where they were heading. “You have to put some real effort into finding one, so your family doesn’t put you in some cheap one, sometimes they do something worse and cremate you, keep you in this ugly vase for the rest of your death.”
“That’s nice grandmother.” He’d said rather dismissively. Back then coffins weren’t that interesting. He was much more interested in space ships, and cowboys.
“You do know I’m going to die soon.” She replied while turning off the radio.
“Mother says you shouldn’t talk like that.”
“That because your mother doesn’t want to think about it. Ah here we are!”
“Where is here?” He asked while looking out of the window. This place wasn’t the museum she’d talked about with his mother. This place looked kind of scary…
“This is going to be our secret Ji; I want you to help me find a coffin.”
“Why?”
“Because death isn’t something you should be afraid of. It’s something that happens daily, and I want you to be aware of the fact that I’m going to die soon. So today, instead of that stuffy museum I was telling your mother about, you’re going to come with me and learn about what happens to your body when you die.”
Grandmother was acting odd of late. She’d been coughing a lot more, and was sleeping most of the day. Jiyong was aware that her end was coming but his mother told him it wouldn’t happen for a long time. Right now, he was thinking that she’d been lying, because Grandmother had never acted this serious with him before.
“Are you ok with this Ji?” she looked scared when she asked, and Jiyong didn’t like that.
“Yeah, I’m ok with this Grandmother, I just, Mother said you weren’t going to leave us. That we were just going to pray and you’d get all better.”
“Praying doesn’t do shit. We’ve more faith in medical supplies then we do in any God. Now it might not be for a while but it will be soon. I want you to know I love you, and that this isn’t something that should scare you. I didn’t do that well with telling your mother that but I don’t want to lose this connection we have because of fear. Death isn’t a bad thing Ji, it’s required. Now, give your granny a hug and then let’s go shopping.”
Jiyong smiled and hugged her. “I love you too Grandmother and I don’t want you to go so I will pray every night that you stay with me even if it doesn’t work.”
“Like I said baby, it won’t be for a while, I promise you’ll always have moments when I’m with you. Even after I pass away.”
~*~*~*~ later that night ~*~*~*~
“Taeyang, there isn’t anything weird about shopping for a coffin.”
“You only say that because you’re a freak.”
“And you only say that because you’re scared of them.”
“And because my grandmother isn’t crazy enough to take me coffin shopping. You didn’t get inside of one did you? That has to be a bad omen or something.”
“Your just jealous because I did something cool with my grandmother and you didn’t do anything cool with yours.”
“Yeah I’m totally jealous. Whatever.”
Taeyang just didn’t understand. Granny had shown him a whole new world, filled with cool flesh eating bacteria and weird mad scientist tubes and coffins and bodies that would sit up in a zombie like state only minus the brain eating. It was something special. Why couldn’t he understand that? Jiyong figured his best friend would at least get it. That he out of all people would be fascinated by the things Jiyong had to tell. He should be fascinated, because Jiyong was. But he wasn’t.
~*~*~*~
Present day.
~*~*~*~
Jiyong sat in front of his grandmother grave one sunny Saturday afternoon. It wasn’t her birthday or her death day or anything special. It was just another Saturday, and Jiyong hadn’t been to visit her in a few weeks so after his shift at work he packed a picnic and headed over. He missed his grandmother, after all she was the reason he chose the field of medical science that he now spends his days practicing.
“Grandmother did you ever hear of anyone with the name Choi Seung hyun? I’ve had it stuck in my head for about three weeks now, two nights after my last visit actually. It’s just been stuck in my head. Well technically Dr. Choi Seung hyun’s name has been stuck in my head, and I want to believe it’s his voice saying it too because I’ve never heard his voice that I know of. But I do know it’s not any voice that I’ve heard before.”
He munched on some lunch while he was talking. He never cared what he said; it just felt right to talk to her. He usually would tell her about what’s happening with everyone, things that were on his mind, simple stuff like that. It wasn’t like he expected her to reply or anything. He knew she was dead and that the dead don’t simply come back for a friendly chat now and then.
Though once when he was 17 he’d almost talked Taeyang into taking an Ouija board and breaking into the cemetery one night to see if just maybe she could talk back. They didn’t get to far though, about half way through their hike out their Daesung, who wasn’t invited because he was only 14 and thus too young, had followed them and scared Taeyang so bad he wet himself. Daesung found that to be the most amazing thing for years Jiyong was pretty sure he still found it funny.
“Ever had that happen before? It’s almost like having a song stuck in your head you know? You can just hear the melody but you can’t remember the words or title or artist or anything that would be useful in telling others about it. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. You always knew what I was talking about. Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you some things!” Jiyong smiled and pulled his bag over to where he was sitting. “I got your favorite cigarettes, and some of that wine you liked. And I made another drawing for you. I like to think that I’m getting better at it but I’ll just let you decide.” He lit one of the cigarettes and placed it on the headstone, next to the glass that he kept there for her wine. “I’m going to borrow one of your cigarettes because I forgot mine.” He laughed before lighting one for himself.
Jiyong glanced around the cemetery. No one was here but him that those of the dearly departed. It was kind of a lonely feeling, but Jiyong like this. It was at times like these when he felt closer to his Grandmother, just like she had promised him.
“You know I love you right? Because I do, you were the best grandmother any guy could ask for.”
“Hey, kid, you do know you’re not allowed to be here right?” A familiar chocolate covered voice called out somewhere behind him.
Jiyong turned around to see the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Oh Grandmother you are too kind.” He mumbled while standing up. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m here almost every week around this time, and I’ve never been told that before.” He said to the guy this time.
The guy walked up to Jiyong and stood a good head taller than him too, but when Jiyong saw him he saw the most beautiful face ever. Oh he could study that face for a long time… If this guy was dead and dropped off in his morgue… Whoa, Déjà-vu to the max, he’d seen this face before. Jiyong wasn’t one to forget a face especially not one as attractive as this.
“Have we met before?” He asked once the guy was about three tombstones away from him. “You look strangely familiar.” Not to mention epic-ly hot. You wouldn’t happen to be into short boys would you, because I’m very much one and single to boot. It could be your luck day beautiful.
The guy just stood disturbingly still, almost as if ever mussel had been frozen with formaldehyde, because only the dead would stay that still. “I don’t believe so, but then again if you’ve made a habit of visiting the cemetery then it’s a possibility.” He said in that jazzy voice of his.
“I’m here almost weekly. What I mean is I like to come and hang out with my grandmother for a few hours, you know; come here talk with her, eat some dinner.” He said gesturing to the grave he was just sitting upon. “That sounded a little creepy. This is my Grandmother, and I like to visit her a lot.”
“And that sounds less creepy?” He said with a laugh, “Anyways, you really shouldn’t be here Jiyong. You’re about to be meddling and they wouldn’t like it so, you should go now.”
Jiyong blinked. How did this guy know his name? And why did he mean by meddling? Well first things first. “Um… I’m sorry but I never gave my name, and you said we’ve never met, so how do you know it?”
The guy just blinked a few times. “My uncle owns the place and he told me, but really you need to go.”
And then it hit him. Jiyong knew this guy’s name, for some unexplainable reason his name has been bothering Jiyong for the last few weeks. This was him. This was the guy. And he was beautiful and this had to be a gift from his Grandmother, after all she was introducing them.
“S-Seung hyun?”
“I’m sorry?” The guy looks shocked for a few seconds before becoming confused.
“That’s your name right? Dr. Choi Seung hyun?”
Jiyong watched as the realization of what he said flooded the man’s features.
“Oh dear, Jiyong, you must like finding yourself in trouble.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I said that you must like finding yourself in trouble. How did you know my name?”
Jiyong just stared. What had he done to get himself in trouble? Maybe this guy was one of those assassins and Jiyong just happened to know his birth name.
Oh lord that was a scary thought.
“Well… uh you see it’s kinda been stuck in my head for almost a month now. I woke up one night and pop there it was.” Jiyong replied with a sheepish smile hoping to appease the scary assassin like man known as Seung hyun. “Your pretty voice saying it and all. ‘Greetings Doctor Kwon, I’m Dr. Choi. You can call me Seung hyun.’ Just like that.” Jiyong just kept talking even attempted to mimic Seung hyun’s vocal patterns and failing greatly. It was like he just couldn’t shut up! More than likely only thing he managed to do was to piss the guy off.
“Oh really… the elders aren’t going to like that one bit.” Seung hyun said while looking around.
“”I’m sorry?” Jiyong really was confused, and sorry. ‘Why Grandmother, Why? Why would you introduce me to this beautiful scary man whom is more than likely an assassin? Why oh why oh why Grandmother don’t you love me anymore?! What have I done to forsaken you so?!’
“Look, Jiyong, you really need to leave. Or else I’ll have to take certain measure… you’ll forget this whole thing ok? Just go home, call Taeyang and go out for drinks. It will do you good. And you’ll just forget this whole thing ever happened.”
Fuck the what? How does he know about Taeyang? Oh dear God he’s a stalker assassin! And for some reason I’m a target!!! Oh dear, it must be because of that murder trial I testified at last week. That has to be it! Why else!
“How do you know Taeyang?” Jiyong asked. No mouth bad!! We do not question assassins! We go along with what they say and pray to God they don’t kill us!!
“What? Oh man. I so fail at this job. I really can’t see why they picked me. Um look. Close your eyes for a minute, and when you open them everything will be ok.” Seung hyun said while stepping closer to Jiyong.
Fuck the… what does that mean!!!
“What?”
The guy sighed. “Really Jiyong? You were so compliant last time. What happened to that? I mean right now I’m missing the compliant little Jiyong.”
“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” Now Jiyong was truly terrified. This just wasn’t going to end well for him no matter how he tried to look at it.
“It’s going to be ok. For now though, you need to rest.”
“Oh dear Father above, please don’t kill me!”
“Jiyong you’re handling this in a manner that is most difficult. Just surrender and it will all be ok. Just like it was the last time, so just trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
~*~*~*~*~
When Jiyong awoke he instantly went to his bathroom and threw up, repeatedly, until he felt like he was just expelling stomach acid and nothing else, he could feel the vomit as it burned its way up his throat. Once his stomach calmed down Jiyong then just sat there for the longest time hugging the porcelain and praying to it that he was finally done.
This was definitely odd. Jiyong never threw up when sick; then again he wasn’t ever really sick.
‘Jiyong, you’re handling this in a manner that is most difficult. Just surrender and it will be all ok.’ A Doctor Choi Seung hyun told him, his beautiful voice invading Jiyong’s thoughts, but it wasn’t helping his stomach at all if anything it was making it worse.
Unable to draw himself away from the toilet Jiyong just laid his head on the smooth tiles and just waited for this feeling of burning acid within his throat to go away as he listened to a soothing jazzy voice repeatedly tell him it was going to be ok.. Jiyong was unsure of how long he laid there but after a while he heard his cell phone ringing in the living room. ‘Don’t wanna try don’t wanna try no more’ Taeyang was calling, but Jiyong was in an inconvenient disposition at the moment and couldn’t be bothered to be moved.
Once the ringing subsided Jiyong’s house phone began to ring. Luckily the voicemail decided to pick up for him. “You’ve reached Dr. Kwon. I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m unable to answer the phone at this time please leave a brief message and I’ll report back.”
“Yo, Jiyong I know you’re there I’m outside and saw your car, so if you don’t answer then I’ll just take your spare key and enter if you don’t let me in. Did you hear me? Answer the phone! Ok. I’m going to give you until the count of three. One... Two... Three... Damnit.” Click.
“Ok you’d better be locked up inside that damn coffin passed out with your music fucking blaring because… Whoa, why are you hugging the toilet like that?” Taeyang oh so politely asked from the hallway.
“Because I just expelled my last four meals in about an hour, you could be helpful and get me some saltwater.”
“Do you have a bug or something?”
“I’m going to say or something. I woke up, heard Dr. Choi’s voice again, and then tossed my cookies and everything else I’ve ever eaten into this bowl.”
“That’s… kinda odd… dude I’m starting to think you need a shrink or something.”
“I’m starting to think your right.”
“I blame your grandmother.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“You do know that this is freaky right?”
“Look Taeyang, stop worrying about this. I just want to say goodbye.”
“Ok. That makes sense and all, but, you want to stay the night in a cemetery.”
“It’s not freaky ok.”
“Think about this one Ji.”
“Look, I just want to say goodbye what’s so hard for you to understand about that?!”
“Look, you just need to go to a psychologist or something. Maybe we could go to the elders and ask them to lay hands on you!”
“Taeyang, your retarded. They only lay hands on you when you’re sick.”
“Ok, well I think you’re sick in the head, so that counts right?”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jiyong awoke sometime in the early hours of the night with a low humming somewhere behind his eyes. He decided he needed to go to the store and pick up something for his stomach, because medicine was the only way he was going to start feeling better.
Trudging his way out the door, he decided to walk instead of drive. Mostly for safety reasons than anything but also partly due to the fact that the store was just a block down street and an easy walk. He quickly dressed in some jeans and a shirt before grabbing his favorite black and white jacket, putting his shoes on, and headed out the door.
He was thankful for the cold night air, felt amazing on his too hot face. Ugh everything just felt so off today. Jiyong was ignoring the fact that he barley remembers going to visit his grandmother, but only because thinking causes him pain. Right now, he wanted to steer clear of any excess pain that might be over coming him at this point. It wasn’t needed. He hurt enough for one night thank you very much.
And as fate would have it. He walked into some random stranger, falling flat on his face and ending with so much pain he wondered if he was going to puke again.
“Oh, my apologies’, are you ok?”
Jiyong muttered a quick yeah before rolling on his side and mentally weighing the pro’s and con’s of throwing up again.
“Are you sure? You don’t look well; I’ve a nursing degree so I can tell when someone is hurt.”
Jiyong could tell that the guy was standing closer; this didn’t seem to be helping.
“I’m sick already, might wanna stay away. I’ve been throwing up all night.”
“Then what are you doing out?”
“Attempting to get some drugs to make the sick go away.”
“I see… Here, let me help you up. What’s your name?”
Jiyong looked at the hand offered to him. “Jiyong.” He said before taking it. Right now, he could use the assistance.
“Pleasure to meet you Jiyong, I’m Seung hyun.”
Jiyong looked at the guys face, unable to stop himself from smiling. “That’s a nice name. Your last name wouldn’t be Choi, now would it.”
Seung hyun looked confused for a moment before he smiled back. “How did you guess?”
“It’s been stuck in my head for about a month now.” Jiyong said quietly before looking away. “That sounds weird, I’m sorry.”
“Sounds more like a case of destiny to me.” Seung hyun smiled at him. “Here, let me help you get some medication, you look like you could use it.”
Authors note:
Whoots! Sorry it took a while. I'm about done with the next installment to Photographs hopefully I will be done with it by Wednesday... ANYWAYS, here is chapter 2. My dear friend Cinnimonster is Beta-ing over this story. (Despite the face she's not to fond of who is was written for. XD) So yeah.... She's awesome. She writes her own stories, takes the time to think up characters descriptions and histories and all that jazz. you should poke her. I adore her epic writing skills. I wish I could write like her, I mean she's amazing!! Her poems are my favorite. I always get excited when she mentions she's written something because I know it will be epic!
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“That’s nice grandmother.” He’d said rather dismissively. Back then coffins weren’t that interesting. He was much more interested in space ships, and cowboys.
“You do know I’m going to die soon.” She replied while turning off the radio.
“Mother says you shouldn’t talk like that.”
“That because your mother doesn’t want to think about it. Ah here we are!”
“Where is here?” He asked while looking out of the window. This place wasn’t the museum she’d talked about with his mother. This place looked kind of scary…
“This is going to be our secret Ji; I want you to help me find a coffin.”
“Why?”
“Because death isn’t something you should be afraid of. It’s something that happens daily, and I want you to be aware of the fact that I’m going to die soon. So today, instead of that stuffy museum I was telling your mother about, you’re going to come with me and learn about what happens to your body when you die.”
Grandmother was acting odd of late. She’d been coughing a lot more, and was sleeping most of the day. Jiyong was aware that her end was coming but his mother told him it wouldn’t happen for a long time. Right now, he was thinking that she’d been lying, because Grandmother had never acted this serious with him before.
“Are you ok with this Ji?” she looked scared when she asked, and Jiyong didn’t like that.
“Yeah, I’m ok with this Grandmother, I just, Mother said you weren’t going to leave us. That we were just going to pray and you’d get all better.”
“Praying doesn’t do shit. We’ve more faith in medical supplies then we do in any God. Now it might not be for a while but it will be soon. I want you to know I love you, and that this isn’t something that should scare you. I didn’t do that well with telling your mother that but I don’t want to lose this connection we have because of fear. Death isn’t a bad thing Ji, it’s required. Now, give your granny a hug and then let’s go shopping.”
Jiyong smiled and hugged her. “I love you too Grandmother and I don’t want you to go so I will pray every night that you stay with me even if it doesn’t work.”
“Like I said baby, it won’t be for a while, I promise you’ll always have moments when I’m with you. Even after I pass away.”
~*~*~*~ later that night ~*~*~*~
“Taeyang, there isn’t anything weird about shopping for a coffin.”
“You only say that because you’re a freak.”
“And you only say that because you’re scared of them.”
“And because my grandmother isn’t crazy enough to take me coffin shopping. You didn’t get inside of one did you? That has to be a bad omen or something.”
“Your just jealous because I did something cool with my grandmother and you didn’t do anything cool with yours.”
“Yeah I’m totally jealous. Whatever.”
Taeyang just didn’t understand. Granny had shown him a whole new world, filled with cool flesh eating bacteria and weird mad scientist tubes and coffins and bodies that would sit up in a zombie like state only minus the brain eating. It was something special. Why couldn’t he understand that? Jiyong figured his best friend would at least get it. That he out of all people would be fascinated by the things Jiyong had to tell. He should be fascinated, because Jiyong was. But he wasn’t.
~*~*~*~
Present day.
~*~*~*~
Jiyong sat in front of his grandmother grave one sunny Saturday afternoon. It wasn’t her birthday or her death day or anything special. It was just another Saturday, and Jiyong hadn’t been to visit her in a few weeks so after his shift at work he packed a picnic and headed over. He missed his grandmother, after all she was the reason he chose the field of medical science that he now spends his days practicing.
“Grandmother did you ever hear of anyone with the name Choi Seung hyun? I’ve had it stuck in my head for about three weeks now, two nights after my last visit actually. It’s just been stuck in my head. Well technically Dr. Choi Seung hyun’s name has been stuck in my head, and I want to believe it’s his voice saying it too because I’ve never heard his voice that I know of. But I do know it’s not any voice that I’ve heard before.”
He munched on some lunch while he was talking. He never cared what he said; it just felt right to talk to her. He usually would tell her about what’s happening with everyone, things that were on his mind, simple stuff like that. It wasn’t like he expected her to reply or anything. He knew she was dead and that the dead don’t simply come back for a friendly chat now and then.
Though once when he was 17 he’d almost talked Taeyang into taking an Ouija board and breaking into the cemetery one night to see if just maybe she could talk back. They didn’t get to far though, about half way through their hike out their Daesung, who wasn’t invited because he was only 14 and thus too young, had followed them and scared Taeyang so bad he wet himself. Daesung found that to be the most amazing thing for years Jiyong was pretty sure he still found it funny.
“Ever had that happen before? It’s almost like having a song stuck in your head you know? You can just hear the melody but you can’t remember the words or title or artist or anything that would be useful in telling others about it. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. You always knew what I was talking about. Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you some things!” Jiyong smiled and pulled his bag over to where he was sitting. “I got your favorite cigarettes, and some of that wine you liked. And I made another drawing for you. I like to think that I’m getting better at it but I’ll just let you decide.” He lit one of the cigarettes and placed it on the headstone, next to the glass that he kept there for her wine. “I’m going to borrow one of your cigarettes because I forgot mine.” He laughed before lighting one for himself.
Jiyong glanced around the cemetery. No one was here but him that those of the dearly departed. It was kind of a lonely feeling, but Jiyong like this. It was at times like these when he felt closer to his Grandmother, just like she had promised him.
“You know I love you right? Because I do, you were the best grandmother any guy could ask for.”
“Hey, kid, you do know you’re not allowed to be here right?” A familiar chocolate covered voice called out somewhere behind him.
Jiyong turned around to see the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Oh Grandmother you are too kind.” He mumbled while standing up. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m here almost every week around this time, and I’ve never been told that before.” He said to the guy this time.
The guy walked up to Jiyong and stood a good head taller than him too, but when Jiyong saw him he saw the most beautiful face ever. Oh he could study that face for a long time… If this guy was dead and dropped off in his morgue… Whoa, Déjà-vu to the max, he’d seen this face before. Jiyong wasn’t one to forget a face especially not one as attractive as this.
“Have we met before?” He asked once the guy was about three tombstones away from him. “You look strangely familiar.” Not to mention epic-ly hot. You wouldn’t happen to be into short boys would you, because I’m very much one and single to boot. It could be your luck day beautiful.
The guy just stood disturbingly still, almost as if ever mussel had been frozen with formaldehyde, because only the dead would stay that still. “I don’t believe so, but then again if you’ve made a habit of visiting the cemetery then it’s a possibility.” He said in that jazzy voice of his.
“I’m here almost weekly. What I mean is I like to come and hang out with my grandmother for a few hours, you know; come here talk with her, eat some dinner.” He said gesturing to the grave he was just sitting upon. “That sounded a little creepy. This is my Grandmother, and I like to visit her a lot.”
“And that sounds less creepy?” He said with a laugh, “Anyways, you really shouldn’t be here Jiyong. You’re about to be meddling and they wouldn’t like it so, you should go now.”
Jiyong blinked. How did this guy know his name? And why did he mean by meddling? Well first things first. “Um… I’m sorry but I never gave my name, and you said we’ve never met, so how do you know it?”
The guy just blinked a few times. “My uncle owns the place and he told me, but really you need to go.”
And then it hit him. Jiyong knew this guy’s name, for some unexplainable reason his name has been bothering Jiyong for the last few weeks. This was him. This was the guy. And he was beautiful and this had to be a gift from his Grandmother, after all she was introducing them.
“S-Seung hyun?”
“I’m sorry?” The guy looks shocked for a few seconds before becoming confused.
“That’s your name right? Dr. Choi Seung hyun?”
Jiyong watched as the realization of what he said flooded the man’s features.
“Oh dear, Jiyong, you must like finding yourself in trouble.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I said that you must like finding yourself in trouble. How did you know my name?”
Jiyong just stared. What had he done to get himself in trouble? Maybe this guy was one of those assassins and Jiyong just happened to know his birth name.
Oh lord that was a scary thought.
“Well… uh you see it’s kinda been stuck in my head for almost a month now. I woke up one night and pop there it was.” Jiyong replied with a sheepish smile hoping to appease the scary assassin like man known as Seung hyun. “Your pretty voice saying it and all. ‘Greetings Doctor Kwon, I’m Dr. Choi. You can call me Seung hyun.’ Just like that.” Jiyong just kept talking even attempted to mimic Seung hyun’s vocal patterns and failing greatly. It was like he just couldn’t shut up! More than likely only thing he managed to do was to piss the guy off.
“Oh really… the elders aren’t going to like that one bit.” Seung hyun said while looking around.
“”I’m sorry?” Jiyong really was confused, and sorry. ‘Why Grandmother, Why? Why would you introduce me to this beautiful scary man whom is more than likely an assassin? Why oh why oh why Grandmother don’t you love me anymore?! What have I done to forsaken you so?!’
“Look, Jiyong, you really need to leave. Or else I’ll have to take certain measure… you’ll forget this whole thing ok? Just go home, call Taeyang and go out for drinks. It will do you good. And you’ll just forget this whole thing ever happened.”
Fuck the what? How does he know about Taeyang? Oh dear God he’s a stalker assassin! And for some reason I’m a target!!! Oh dear, it must be because of that murder trial I testified at last week. That has to be it! Why else!
“How do you know Taeyang?” Jiyong asked. No mouth bad!! We do not question assassins! We go along with what they say and pray to God they don’t kill us!!
“What? Oh man. I so fail at this job. I really can’t see why they picked me. Um look. Close your eyes for a minute, and when you open them everything will be ok.” Seung hyun said while stepping closer to Jiyong.
Fuck the… what does that mean!!!
“What?”
The guy sighed. “Really Jiyong? You were so compliant last time. What happened to that? I mean right now I’m missing the compliant little Jiyong.”
“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” Now Jiyong was truly terrified. This just wasn’t going to end well for him no matter how he tried to look at it.
“It’s going to be ok. For now though, you need to rest.”
“Oh dear Father above, please don’t kill me!”
“Jiyong you’re handling this in a manner that is most difficult. Just surrender and it will all be ok. Just like it was the last time, so just trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
~*~*~*~*~
When Jiyong awoke he instantly went to his bathroom and threw up, repeatedly, until he felt like he was just expelling stomach acid and nothing else, he could feel the vomit as it burned its way up his throat. Once his stomach calmed down Jiyong then just sat there for the longest time hugging the porcelain and praying to it that he was finally done.
This was definitely odd. Jiyong never threw up when sick; then again he wasn’t ever really sick.
‘Jiyong, you’re handling this in a manner that is most difficult. Just surrender and it will be all ok.’ A Doctor Choi Seung hyun told him, his beautiful voice invading Jiyong’s thoughts, but it wasn’t helping his stomach at all if anything it was making it worse.
Unable to draw himself away from the toilet Jiyong just laid his head on the smooth tiles and just waited for this feeling of burning acid within his throat to go away as he listened to a soothing jazzy voice repeatedly tell him it was going to be ok.. Jiyong was unsure of how long he laid there but after a while he heard his cell phone ringing in the living room. ‘Don’t wanna try don’t wanna try no more’ Taeyang was calling, but Jiyong was in an inconvenient disposition at the moment and couldn’t be bothered to be moved.
Once the ringing subsided Jiyong’s house phone began to ring. Luckily the voicemail decided to pick up for him. “You’ve reached Dr. Kwon. I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m unable to answer the phone at this time please leave a brief message and I’ll report back.”
“Yo, Jiyong I know you’re there I’m outside and saw your car, so if you don’t answer then I’ll just take your spare key and enter if you don’t let me in. Did you hear me? Answer the phone! Ok. I’m going to give you until the count of three. One... Two... Three... Damnit.” Click.
“Ok you’d better be locked up inside that damn coffin passed out with your music fucking blaring because… Whoa, why are you hugging the toilet like that?” Taeyang oh so politely asked from the hallway.
“Because I just expelled my last four meals in about an hour, you could be helpful and get me some saltwater.”
“Do you have a bug or something?”
“I’m going to say or something. I woke up, heard Dr. Choi’s voice again, and then tossed my cookies and everything else I’ve ever eaten into this bowl.”
“That’s… kinda odd… dude I’m starting to think you need a shrink or something.”
“I’m starting to think your right.”
“I blame your grandmother.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“You do know that this is freaky right?”
“Look Taeyang, stop worrying about this. I just want to say goodbye.”
“Ok. That makes sense and all, but, you want to stay the night in a cemetery.”
“It’s not freaky ok.”
“Think about this one Ji.”
“Look, I just want to say goodbye what’s so hard for you to understand about that?!”
“Look, you just need to go to a psychologist or something. Maybe we could go to the elders and ask them to lay hands on you!”
“Taeyang, your retarded. They only lay hands on you when you’re sick.”
“Ok, well I think you’re sick in the head, so that counts right?”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jiyong awoke sometime in the early hours of the night with a low humming somewhere behind his eyes. He decided he needed to go to the store and pick up something for his stomach, because medicine was the only way he was going to start feeling better.
Trudging his way out the door, he decided to walk instead of drive. Mostly for safety reasons than anything but also partly due to the fact that the store was just a block down street and an easy walk. He quickly dressed in some jeans and a shirt before grabbing his favorite black and white jacket, putting his shoes on, and headed out the door.
He was thankful for the cold night air, felt amazing on his too hot face. Ugh everything just felt so off today. Jiyong was ignoring the fact that he barley remembers going to visit his grandmother, but only because thinking causes him pain. Right now, he wanted to steer clear of any excess pain that might be over coming him at this point. It wasn’t needed. He hurt enough for one night thank you very much.
And as fate would have it. He walked into some random stranger, falling flat on his face and ending with so much pain he wondered if he was going to puke again.
“Oh, my apologies’, are you ok?”
Jiyong muttered a quick yeah before rolling on his side and mentally weighing the pro’s and con’s of throwing up again.
“Are you sure? You don’t look well; I’ve a nursing degree so I can tell when someone is hurt.”
Jiyong could tell that the guy was standing closer; this didn’t seem to be helping.
“I’m sick already, might wanna stay away. I’ve been throwing up all night.”
“Then what are you doing out?”
“Attempting to get some drugs to make the sick go away.”
“I see… Here, let me help you up. What’s your name?”
Jiyong looked at the hand offered to him. “Jiyong.” He said before taking it. Right now, he could use the assistance.
“Pleasure to meet you Jiyong, I’m Seung hyun.”
Jiyong looked at the guys face, unable to stop himself from smiling. “That’s a nice name. Your last name wouldn’t be Choi, now would it.”
Seung hyun looked confused for a moment before he smiled back. “How did you guess?”
“It’s been stuck in my head for about a month now.” Jiyong said quietly before looking away. “That sounds weird, I’m sorry.”
“Sounds more like a case of destiny to me.” Seung hyun smiled at him. “Here, let me help you get some medication, you look like you could use it.”
Authors note:
Whoots! Sorry it took a while. I'm about done with the next installment to Photographs hopefully I will be done with it by Wednesday... ANYWAYS, here is chapter 2. My dear friend Cinnimonster is Beta-ing over this story. (Despite the face she's not to fond of who is was written for. XD) So yeah.... She's awesome. She writes her own stories, takes the time to think up characters descriptions and histories and all that jazz. you should poke her. I adore her epic writing skills. I wish I could write like her, I mean she's amazing!! Her poems are my favorite. I always get excited when she mentions she's written something because I know it will be epic!
Ok... I'm going to stop ranting now.
Thank you for reading!! And thanks to everyone for all the awesome comments!! I feels the love!!!