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[haebxtna]

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⭐️  Haebitna successfully captures Hanbyul from theconfines of the hospital he works for, waiting for him until he finishes hismorning shift. Instead of going to his ward she patiently waits for him in thegarden, feet tapping on the green grass, hands occupied with soda cans. Hanbyulwalks out of the main building, stripped off his white uniform and instead,donning a blue turtleneck long sleeve top, with a case hanging behind him. Haebitnaadmits he looked good in such attire, a lot better than the white uniform thatseemed to have traumatized her. She saunters to him, giving one can towards theother with a smile and goes their way to a small, inexpensive studio she booked. Since theday she saw him playing the violin, Haebitna deemed it helpful for the older toplay the said instrument peacefully. She’s glad that he agreed to practice withher.

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Haunt Me

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HauntMe: I’ll writea drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from adistance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

They’veplaced him in an area where there’s no one to speak. The eyes of the peopleveered onto him, each look held different judgements upon the aloof male.

Still waters rundeep.

Gentlesteps stride with ease as her small frame cautiously entered the hall. Thehospital is her least favorite place and this was exactly why. Contrary to whatshe sees on the main buildings, this certain hall was eerie and it did not helpthat the lights are dim in such broad daylight and there were few to no peoplegoing. It isn’t good that she ventured going to this secluded area – Haebitna knewshe wasn’t good with directions and she just let herself get lost in a hospital– of all places. Good job Haebitna. Good job.

Lightsteps moved deeper and deeper into the building, and she swore that the silenceis deafening and it is not an exaggeration to say. She would even get terrifiedof the sound of her own footsteps if she had not been ambling slowly. Is this an abandoned place? Are there ghostsin here?? Why is this place so isolated?! In her mind ran a million ofthoughts and she could already feel her heart pounding from fear. The lights aregetting dimmer and she is afraid of getting into a dead end. It is her worst nightmare. She could notimagine surviving it again.

Yet assudden as her getting lost in thoughts, a stream of notes fluidly invadedher ears. The strings sent a calm melody and she wondered where the music wascoming from. Being the curious girl that she is, Haebitna followed the origin,moving from one hall to another, until she reached a ward that, if it is evenpossible, a lot quieter than the rest. A door was left unlocked, opened with alittle space for the sound to reverberate through the hall. By now theenchanting music has been joined by mechanical sounds of ventilators pushingbreaths in and out, of cardioscopes ticking with the slowing heartbeats, and ofnebulizers humidifying dry airways. One eye peeked from the open space and thereHaebitna saw a familiar figure.

She didnot see his face entirely but instead she saw his side profile – head leaned towards theshiny varnished wood as the instrument was anchored on his chin. He has hiseyes closed and his fingers played on the strings on the neck of the violin while the otherhand held a bow. He plays rather softly, his lips humming through the melody. Thelost girl enjoyed the music for a moment with her eyes closed and was evencontemplating of approaching him until the notes started to play differently.His pace quickened, notes hitting from one octave to another, creating a soundthat was overwhelming. His calm demeanor was lost - his arms moved swiftly and with muchforce that the sound he produced now lacks of quality but instead an array of chaoticreverberations. His eyes shut tighter, as though every note he expresses hisinner emotions – and it sounded so… volatile. That anytime soon he will burst.

Therewas a continuous exhibition of high-pitched noise – a noise that sounded like cries, shrieks and whimpers. It took agood few minutes of the player’s energy before the strings finally snapped and there thesong ended. He landed on his knees, catching on with his heavy breathing.Haebitna’s eyes widened at what she saw and grew bigger as soon as the nursenoticed his uninvited audience.

“Are you okay?” She’d like to ask but even Haebitnawas unsure if her voice made it past her throat. She just stood there, staringback at his blank eyes.

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[haebxtna]

"Why are you so scared of the doctor?"

She didn’t like it – just thethought of going back sends her to the same horrific feeling. Haebitna wasn’t achild scared of needles and blood – she had already spent 2 years in a medicalfield and had been exposed to various scenes, perhaps too much for her positionas a student nurse back then that it ultimately caused her trauma. And sheswore she’d never want to go back..

Given a choice, Haebitnawould’ve just let her symptoms recover on its own, just like any ordinary viralcolds or flu. But it was her voice, her only strength to pursue and finish herdegree, and it isn’t something one should take granted. Terrified of the futureconsequences, and the effective scare of possible vocal nodules as the cause ofher hoarseness, Haebitna was forced to go – along with a referral letter fromthe school administrator.

At 9:40am, she alreadyarrived at Asan Medical Center. At 9:45am, she had filled up her form and waslined up for appointment. She was the 4th person to be seen by the doctor. Atexactly 10:00am, the doctor arrived. At 10:33am, the third patient wassummoned. A minute after, Haebitna was nowhere to be seen.

The stern broad shoulders andwide back of the doctor had rendered her senseless, her feet dragging itselfout of the waiting area to somewhere away from these white coat-wearing people.Holding her record card on both hands, she sat at a corner, hugging her kneesas her hands trembles slightly. She doesn’t know how long this fear would last,but at the moment, she just couldn’t bring herself to be in front of a doctor.Not now at the very least.

Absorbed in hiding herself,little she had known that one person caught sight of her sprint across thehallways and had actually followed her to her safe place.

“Why are you so scared of thedoctor?”

A tallfigure towered over her, his sudden appearance had her feet almost ready tojump and run. Haebitna lifted her face to see a man who, thankfully, wasn’twearing a long white coat but instead a white uniform.

“I…. I ..am.. not.” Anxiety caused her words to be stuttered, hispresence alone still had a chilling effect on her. She tried to defend herselfbut her answer was far convincing with the way she acted. He questioned her withhis curiosity, perhaps concern, yet although his voice seemed calm yet stern, therewill always be voices that will linger at the back of her mind that she couldn’tforget. The voices which were the root ofthis anxiety.

 “I.. just can’t bring myself to see one.”

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♫  fivetimes my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

One.

       A soft tapof her hands over the other’s shoulder is a mere greeting that she had grown todo every time she’d see him with his back facing him. There’s always anexcitement shimmering in her bright eyes as she anticipates that moment hefaces upon getting his attention, that moment he’d look at her and that momenthe’d reciprocate the smile that she always gifts him. He does, faintly, aslittle as he could. Haebitna doesn’t mind though. She liked the fact that hecan smile, or the fact that she can make someone smile.

       His violincase hangs over the other shoulder, swaying along as the he turned towards her.The sun sits beautifully above them, the fluff of clouds wasn’t able to softenits brightness. It’s summer, a very warm summer to be exact.

       Everyoneenjoys a nice little stroll along the park in daytime. Everyone around themdoes.

       “Where do weplan to go today?”

       Vocalpractice. Of course. Like they always do. Right?

Two.

       The leavesare raining all over. It is a sight to behold – a beauty in a downfall. Theearthly tones of the season are so vibrant that it felt beautiful all over.Everything was beautiful in her eyes. Every single thing.

       She looks atthe violin, laying on top of dried leaves. A piece of varnished wood thatstands out from the wrinkled big pieces of leaves that served as their blanketfrom the grass and the ground. Her eyes follow to the wooden neck, where a hand issoft curled around. It then travels to the body that laid parallel to theinstrument. Eyes closed. Chest rising in falling gently and steadily. Calm, she’ddescribe it. Everything is so calm and mellow and she inhaled the crisp scentof the dried leaves and the fleeting sense of peace.

       There’ssomething compelling with the way he played his music. But there is more to thestillness that he always finds after.

       Minutes passand his eyes twitch.

      She realizesshe might have been staring for too long.

Three.

       Curiosityalways finds its way to be quenched. It’s human nature – a craving for knowingsomething unknown. To quench the thirst for fascination. Curiosity is when shehad found out his skill – and finding out how he uses it (or expresses it)albeit unconventionally. Curiosity is how she had found that there is somethingdeeper in him that he’d always try his best to hide, and yet express at thesame time.

       There are nomusic sheets, nor the instrument that had always been in their company. Nothingbut him, a curious her, and a notebook scribbled in words too profound for herunderstanding.

      He himself is too profound, too mysterious. And perhaps, it is what initiates the curiosityto flow over.

      She iscurious of him, more than she thought she is.

      “Can youread this for me?”

      He would. Ofcourse he would. Would he let her read what’s inside his mind though?

      A blankstare is what she received as he realizes how she had invaded his sacred place.Not his locker, not his table. But hisnotebook. His self.

      [ Aren’t you a bit too curious, Haebitna? ]

      What are youdoing here anyway?

      Practice.

Four.

       The eerinessof the white walls never fails to frighten her at times, but it is probably dueto the fact that: a. she’s been inside the hospital, even just for some time,that she had grown used to it, b. she’s been inside this hospital, specificallythis area, for a lot of times and more than she could’ve thought she’d been,and c. she’s been inside the hospital with this man donned in white, anddespite the fact that he is in such color of dressing that terrifies her, it isHanbyul and she had grown used to it.

       It was justlike when she was a student, she herself donned a white scrub suit that wasn’thers, worn a disposable mask, and had a stethoscope which served as propsaround her neck. She’s following him, acting like an intern even though therewas no other conscious people inside the room except him and her.

       She watcheshim from the head of the bed. From one almost-lifeless body to another, hetended them with the care they needed. And when he was done, it was whenHaebitna had her full attention on him.

       The door islocked, the violin case is emptied, and Haebitna is captured once more.

       There is nonoise of the ventilators or heart monitors. Only of the music he played.

       Soft andslow until it ascends with his emotions.

       Just like the way she had caught him before.

Five.

       A dim mass of clouds hovers above the sky.

       There is a news of a midsummer rain, andpeople seem to have been warned as each one has an umbrella, ready to open itup once the sky starts to cry. Each one. But not her.

       Definitely not Hanbyul too.

      And even everyone was equipped, no one wouldhave wanted to get drenched, so people are moving in a fast pace, trying toget to their homes as early as they can. These people are almost runninginstead of walking, but there are the only two who took leisure in paradingthe gloomy streets.

       It seems like either they were not informed ofthe incoming rain shower, or they just don’t care at all.

       Perhaps, it’s the latter.

       Because when it started to pour, despite how peopleare full of frustrations and are upset of getting wet, even when they have theirshields of their own, there are these two who are laughing together as theytry to find a place to shelter them. They are laughing, and oh boy, they werelaughing too hard that they kept missing one roof over the other and justrunning along with the rain drenching both of them. They ran until they got tired,and went to the nearest place they could shelter themselves.

       “Wanna grab some cup of warm tea?”

       He says.

       Haebitna realizes they were out for no reason atall. She isn’t here for practice. He left his violin at home. They are just…walking.

      “Sure.”

      And having tea together.

      Perhaps?

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