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22 september [original] bad bad news for you
Title: bad bad news for you
Day/Theme: 22 sept // between cinderella or kafka's cockroach
Series: original
Character/Pairing: young-bin, the doctor, the brave and kind heroine
Rating: g
Notes: this is silly and dumb and inspired by all those horrible terrible AWFUL (ie AMAZING) korean dramas of the late 90's-to-now. no one does melodrama like koreans! ♥
"Mr. Kim, I'm afraid you have a brain tumor." The doctor was deathly serious. Or was it deadly? Dead-ly? Oh God, the brain tumor was already spreading, he could actually feel himself dying. Dear Jesus, oh Great and Heavenly Father, give mercy and bring sweet painless death and what happiness that is yet to remain for my loved ones!
The young, bright woman sitting at his side gave both her horrified beau and the grave doctor funny looks. "But, Sir, he didn't even have a check-up with you. I did."
The elderly physician tittered. "I'm sure I wouldn't be so irresponsible as to --" His old-fashioned spectacles, the kind with a thin gold chain connecting the frames to a necklace around his neck (it commanded respect, obviously), slid down the bridge of his nose as he flickered his eyes over to the paperwork. Then to the X-rays he had hung before them on the display wall. "Oh. Oh. My apologies, that would be Mr. Park's tumor. Well, tumors, actually. Very unfortunate for him, he has a very attractive, bright young wife who may well now leave to the States for some unknown reason. But it did get him out of the 2-year military draft. So not entirely unfortunate, yes. Very sorry about that, here we are!"
Mr. Kim's bright, attractive young girlfriend turned her eyes on the new set of X-rays. Everything appeared to be perfectly ordinary. She smacked her hyperventilating boyfriend, though it made little effect: his excessively feathered hair seemed to act as a protective barrier from any outside force.
"See? There was nothing to worry about! I don't know why you went on and on about leukemia and whatnot," she said brightly. "And where on earth did you get your statistics? 'Every one of five young attractive couples become afflicted by some sort of terminal disease within the first two years of a relationship'? 'The highest group of victims for cancer is a good-looking woman 30 and under'?"
"No, no, those are perfectly accurate statistics. In fact, it's more like one of three couples." The doctor nodded.
"Young-bin, this doctor is terrible." She ignored the older man entirely, and in turn was ignored by her boyfriend.
"Honey, leave me alone!" Young-bin wailed. "Didn't you hear? I'm going to die in, like, five months."
"Two." corrected the doctor helpfully.
"This is ridiculous, he's perfectly healthy, I'm perfectly healthy!" She said, beginning to grow tired of such a wearisome interview.
"No, no, don't worry, you have a very rare disease." The doctor assured with all the kindly tone of a gentle favorite uncle. "It's mostly incurable save a slight chance that only a very wealthy husband could afford to cover, with all the medical bills and medicine and intensive care required."
"But I'm not wealthy at all! The only wealthy man she knows is... Byeong-yo Jun." He finished with a dark emphasis on the name, filled with hatred and resentment.
"My boss?" She blinked, innocence all a-blossom across her face.
"Indeed. The only way you can live is if you run to his loving embrace." The doctor said matter-of-factly, and Young-bin threw himself suddenly at her feet.
"Don't leave me!" He cried with throbbing passion.
"Why would I?" She asked with a hint of irritation crossing into her tone.
"That Byeong-yo, that, that scum, he wouldn't treat you right, he's too cold and high and mighty for my sweet, humble girl!"
"You're getting drool on my skirt."
"By the way," the doctor interjected, "I'm your father. Well, either yours or his. No one's quite sure yet."
*
Day/Theme: 22 sept // between cinderella or kafka's cockroach
Series: original
Character/Pairing: young-bin, the doctor, the brave and kind heroine
Rating: g
Notes: this is silly and dumb and inspired by all those horrible terrible AWFUL (ie AMAZING) korean dramas of the late 90's-to-now. no one does melodrama like koreans! ♥
"Mr. Kim, I'm afraid you have a brain tumor." The doctor was deathly serious. Or was it deadly? Dead-ly? Oh God, the brain tumor was already spreading, he could actually feel himself dying. Dear Jesus, oh Great and Heavenly Father, give mercy and bring sweet painless death and what happiness that is yet to remain for my loved ones!
The young, bright woman sitting at his side gave both her horrified beau and the grave doctor funny looks. "But, Sir, he didn't even have a check-up with you. I did."
The elderly physician tittered. "I'm sure I wouldn't be so irresponsible as to --" His old-fashioned spectacles, the kind with a thin gold chain connecting the frames to a necklace around his neck (it commanded respect, obviously), slid down the bridge of his nose as he flickered his eyes over to the paperwork. Then to the X-rays he had hung before them on the display wall. "Oh. Oh. My apologies, that would be Mr. Park's tumor. Well, tumors, actually. Very unfortunate for him, he has a very attractive, bright young wife who may well now leave to the States for some unknown reason. But it did get him out of the 2-year military draft. So not entirely unfortunate, yes. Very sorry about that, here we are!"
Mr. Kim's bright, attractive young girlfriend turned her eyes on the new set of X-rays. Everything appeared to be perfectly ordinary. She smacked her hyperventilating boyfriend, though it made little effect: his excessively feathered hair seemed to act as a protective barrier from any outside force.
"See? There was nothing to worry about! I don't know why you went on and on about leukemia and whatnot," she said brightly. "And where on earth did you get your statistics? 'Every one of five young attractive couples become afflicted by some sort of terminal disease within the first two years of a relationship'? 'The highest group of victims for cancer is a good-looking woman 30 and under'?"
"No, no, those are perfectly accurate statistics. In fact, it's more like one of three couples." The doctor nodded.
"Young-bin, this doctor is terrible." She ignored the older man entirely, and in turn was ignored by her boyfriend.
"Honey, leave me alone!" Young-bin wailed. "Didn't you hear? I'm going to die in, like, five months."
"Two." corrected the doctor helpfully.
"This is ridiculous, he's perfectly healthy, I'm perfectly healthy!" She said, beginning to grow tired of such a wearisome interview.
"No, no, don't worry, you have a very rare disease." The doctor assured with all the kindly tone of a gentle favorite uncle. "It's mostly incurable save a slight chance that only a very wealthy husband could afford to cover, with all the medical bills and medicine and intensive care required."
"But I'm not wealthy at all! The only wealthy man she knows is... Byeong-yo Jun." He finished with a dark emphasis on the name, filled with hatred and resentment.
"My boss?" She blinked, innocence all a-blossom across her face.
"Indeed. The only way you can live is if you run to his loving embrace." The doctor said matter-of-factly, and Young-bin threw himself suddenly at her feet.
"Don't leave me!" He cried with throbbing passion.
"Why would I?" She asked with a hint of irritation crossing into her tone.
"That Byeong-yo, that, that scum, he wouldn't treat you right, he's too cold and high and mighty for my sweet, humble girl!"
"You're getting drool on my skirt."
"By the way," the doctor interjected, "I'm your father. Well, either yours or his. No one's quite sure yet."
*