#* the title sounded funnier in my head ashdfskjn

[lhmiyeon]

*  /  the wimpy chronicles.

          thank the fucking heavens for coffee.

          chugging a cup chock-full of caffeine has never been miyeon’s first choice for a pick-me-up━knocking back tequila shots does the job far better. but even with her distinct lack of prudence, she has just enough impulse control to put herself on abstention when she’s on call, because all she needs is one drink. and then there certainly won’t be enough impulse control, which she has just the most minimal amount of, left in her to stop and soon enough she will be in over her head. as brilliant as she is ( at least she thinks she is ), surely the hospital wouldn’t allow a drunken resident anywhere near their patients, and she actually enjoys her work enough to have it take some priority over day drinking.

          all that is to say, she has a complex relationship with the café a street away from the hospital and today, she had to begrudgingly drag herself to it just so her eyes don’t snap shut on their own when she has her hands inside of someone’s body later on, so she feels plenty of complex emotions about it. ( or she’s just being dramatic like always. ) it gets even more complex when she takes a seat at the counter and, out of the corner of her eye, she spots a familiar face in the seat right beside hers. she can’t put a name to the face yet, but that doesn’t stop her from starting a conversation. “you━i know your face.” an unsettling silence falls, and a few beats pass with miyeon narrowing her eyes at the person next to her, the cogs in her mind churning as it begins to sift through all the identities that could possibly belong to this face.

          is he one of those hypochondriacs who keep frequenting the er like it’s their second home? not likely━he doesn’t seem the type. but, she does have that same vexed feeling she gets when she sees those faces appear in the hospital and it’s nagging at her, so she doesn’t let up. a few more seconds pass and there isn’t so much as a morsel of shame in her unrelenting gaze, even though staring down a complete stranger is exactly the kind of thing that should embarrass somebody. not ahn miyeon though. a vague name floats in the depths of her mind, and her fingers drum an impatient beat against the tabletop as she makes feeble attempts to grasp at it.

          then, all at once, the syllables come to her. she snaps her fingers in realization━her eyes are wide open now. the name that emerges draws a sharp gasp from miyeon, and she slams a palm against the table, just for that element of shock. what a surprise. “ah━i know!” the corner of her lips tugs into a slight, crooked smile. then it vanishes in a quarter of a second. “you’re the genius mind behind basement syndrome, aren’t you?”

          &&.  ━━  (  @lhsoseol  )