#─ 𝑇𝑂 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑉𝐸 𓍢 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 / NASIR.

[enigmaes]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: SAINT PETER'S HOSPITAL, PARKING LOT 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: ISEUL KANG 𝐓𝐎: NASIR SHAH ( @ofhiraeth )

he doesn't know if this is a good idea. to be honest, the more he stands there, like a goddamn creep, waiting for nasir's shift to be over, the more he thinks it's a terrible one. that he should just leave, pretend this never happened. at the end of the day, it has been fifteen years of something akin to radio silence on iseul's end. who cares about the reasons why, the excuses, the justifications? you don't disappear that way from a close friend's life, especially after everything nasir stood by his side for. torn between running away for good, and never trying this again, it's the guilt, as well as the sliver of hope that makes him stand there. nasir deserves an apology, and if he'll let iseul give him one, then that's the least he can do. despite the determination that rises in his chest, when the surgeon finally enters his sight, leaving the hospital and making his way to the parking lot, iseul freezes. the cigarette hangs between his lips for a few seconds, burning and burning, ashes threatening to fall to the ground of their own volition. "nas." the nickname falls too easily from his mouth, and it brings another bout of guilt. he has changed so much, and not at all, a paradox he can't figure out. a cough, he throws the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it with his foot. "uh... h- hey." his voice is quiet, and a part of him wonders if it's too late to run away. "i — it's- me. do... do you have a moment?"