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Hidden Sights OF Emotions - Part Two (MCxV)

Hi all, thank you so much for being patient with me. The fic has gone on longer than I expected, so there will be a part three after this ^^ 
Hope this lives up to the expectations for the people who have been waiting.
Love Bee.

For all those who wants to read the first part is here [PART ONE]

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PART TWO


Opening the letter that was left for him, he starts to feel the dotted dents on the paper. He was surprised that she knew how to write in braille.


Dear Jihyun,

By now, you should be resting and recovering from surgery, I hope that it was successful…no, I know it is successful.  I am deeply sorry that I am not there at this moment, but I trust that Jumin is helping you.

I want to thank you, for giving me the opportunity to join the RFA, and for everything that happened afterwards, because of you, I could meet everyone else. For the past two years, it has been my pleasure to be able to help you by your side.


Living with you has been my happiest times, and I will cherish the memories forever. Even though I am not there in person, I am with you in spirit, please don’t strain yourself, and let your body heal. I know that once your eyesight is recovered you may search for me, I beg you not to. I have to be away for a while, I’m not sure when I will be back, but know that I think of you every day. I have something to do for myself, while I’m away, please take many beautiful photographs, I’d love to see them someday.


I am certain that Seayoung can probably track me down, but I hope that you wouldn’t ask him to, my wish is for you is to have a speedy recovery and be happy. I need some time to myself, I hope that you can understand, I still have a lot of work to do, but don’t worry, I will take care of myself.


Jihyun, I wish Rika to recover, and I wish you both happiness together. I may not be there to witness it, but I believe that it will happen. Please be kind to yourself, and no more tears, okay? I will try to write when I have the chance to, I may not log into the chat room as often, but I will if I can.


Everyone in the RFA is special to me, including you. Jihyun, I wanted to be by your side for longer, is it greedy for me to ask you to think of me from time to time? You have made an imprint on my heart, and you will always be important to me.


As a former doctor, I am prescribing you plenty of rest, let Jumin help you! As a friend, I am asking you to let your pain go, and be happy, look forward to better times, and talk to the others more.


May your journey now be filled with happiness Jihyun,


Yours,

MC


V wasn’t sure what to think of the letter, as his hand slides over the pages, he felt a little wrinkle in the last page, as if it had been wet. Lying back down with the pages still in hand, he really did want to find out where she was, it took all his strength to not press his speed dial for Seayoung. He wanted to respect her wishes, but the letter was suspicious, he couldn’t understand why MC would leave without telling him in person. Feeling empty as it sank in that he may not see her for a long time, he decided to ask Jumin to see if he knew anything. Picking up his phone, he presses the speed dial for his friend.


“V? Is something wrong?” Jumin says picking up the phone quickly

“Jumin, I just finished MC’s letter, I wanted to ask you something” V could hear Jumin sigh

“I will try to answer what I can” He replies to V

“Did you know that she had to go away for a while?” V asks him

“Yes”

“Do you know why she had to go away?” V questions him again

“I told you, she had to go away for work” Jumin replies, he had his business tone on, and V wasn’t convinced if he was telling the truth

“You will tell me if something has happened right?” V finally asks, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to find out much from him

“You know I will, if I have to. Please V, you need to rest, don’t think so much” He heard his friend say

“Yes, you’re right. Thank you Jumin” V says before hanging up


Lying flat on the bed, he wanted to believe that MC would walk through the door and tell him that she was there for him, holding his hand to let him know that everything was okay. V wanted to believe so much, he drifted off to sleep still holding onto the letter.


Jumin found himself sighing way too much in the car, he was certain that if he had stayed on the phone with V he would end up saying more than he should.


“Driver Kim, I need you to swing by the shops before heading back” He calls out.


Jaehee watches as Jumin leaves his office quickly for lunch, she had noticed that the past week he had been leaving the office for lunch daily, and he would finish work early or on time, he had been taking work home rather than finishing it there. At first she thought it might be something to do with the chairman being around more often with Rise, but he had never acted that way before with his father’s ex girlfriends. She had also noticed that the chat room had been quiet lately, too quiet for Jaehee’s liking. She first noticed that MC hadn’t been on as much, she once brought it up in chat room but was told by Jumin that she was busy with deadlines, however, things got suspicious when Jumin started logging in less. She knew his schedule and how much work he had, but he always seemed absent when not at work. He was becoming more cold again, she assumed it was to do with his father, usually either MC or V were the one that would tell him off and get away with it, but without them being around lately, she noticed Jumin was closing himself off again. Her phone gave a small ring as a notification, logging into the chat room, she was surprised at the username that was there.



Jaehee: Is that you MC, using V’s phone?
V: Hello Jaehee, it’s V. How are you?
Jaehee: I’m confused, MC, are you typing for V?
V: No, it’s me
Jaehee: Wait…..are you….can you see?
V: It’s slightly blurry, but I can make out words
Jaehee: What? Your eyesight has recovered? I thought the doctors said it was too late?

707 HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM

707: Hey MC! Jaehee, Wahhh wait V?
V: Hello Luciel
707: IT’S REALLY YOU? WTF??
Jaehee: Apparently so..how can you tell straight away Saeyoung?
707: Only V still calls me Luciel….V, are you…did you get treatment?
V: I..got a cornea donor, I registered on the waiting list, and was lucky to have a donor.
Jaehee: Wow….congratulations V!
V: Yes, thank you Jaehee
707: So you registered and was on the waiting list for a long time? How come you never told me? How come MC never told us?
V: I registered but it wasn’t a long wait….just over a month maybe or lesS? I don’t really remember, Jumin and MC knew. I'n sorry, my eyes are starting to sting, I wil have to go for now.
Jaehee: Get some rest V, you have typo’s
707: Yes, I’ll call you later
V: Yes, thank you. Then, excuse me.



V put his phone down and closes his eyes to rest, he was hoping to see MC in the chat room, he was to be discharged in the morning. For the time he had been resting at hospital, Jumin had been visiting daily, he even went to check on Rika for him. When MC mentioned to him that she would be away for a while, he had hoped she might have been back when he was to be discharged. She hadn’t called since the day she rang Jumin. V wanted to call, but would always end up hanging up before it connected to ring. V told himself that he had to respect her wishes and privacy, she obviously wanted some time away, he ended up with the conclusion that she had been his carer for so long, it was her time to be free and have a well-deserved break.


A knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts, he listens as the door opens, he hears the familiar footsteps of his friend.


“Hello Jumin, how is your day?” He asks

“Hello. Fine, as always. How are you? The doctor said you’ve been progressing well, you’ll still need to wear sunglasses and have your cane since your eyes still need more time to adjust” Jumin says standing next to him

“I’m good thank you, yes, the doctor told me that too. I just spoke to Luciel and Jaehee” V replied

“Both at the same time? I see, you logged into the chat room” Jumin nods at his own answer

“Yes, they seem very surprised that I got my sight by a donor…I was hoping to see MC in the chat, I guess she’s busy” V says in disappointment

“MC did say that she was busy with work, don’t worry so much” He heard Jumin say thoughtfully

“Has she called you lately?” V asks him

“No, she hasn’t” Jumin sighs

“I see….I’m sure she’ll be in touch soon” V says optimistically, even though his tone of voice said otherwise

“Don’t worry about tomorrow, I have everything scheduled, I will visit your house when I finish work. I’ll try and come by at lunch, but I have an appointment tomorrow that I can’t move” Jumin says to him

“I’m not worried. You don’t have to visit every day Jumin, but thank you” V says with a small smile

“Yes, but I wouldn’t feel right if I don’t see that you’re okay, plus, MC has told me to keep an eye on you” said Jumin, as soon as he said her name, Jumin noticed V stiffened, he realised that it wasn’t a good idea to have mentioned her.


Jumin sat down and talked with V a bit more, every so often he’d check the time, he didn’t want to be late.


“Jumin, I’ve just seen you check your watch three times in the last 10 minutes, I can tell that you need to be somewhere, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine” V says to his friend, he had been aware that every lunch Jumin would visit him, but he would always end up leaving 30 minutes early.

“Your eyesight is improving I see, that’s good. I will have to take my leave now, I’m sorry. I will visit tomorrow after work I must get going or I’ll be late. Call me if you need anything” Jumin says before dashing out the room.


V wondered to himself what had made his friend seem to be on edge, he had never seen Jumin so anxious before. He wasn’t sure if he had felt good or bad when hearing that MC hadn’t been in touch with Jumin either. He wanted to know where she was, and if she was okay, but if she had called Jumin and not him, he imagined that it would be upsetting for him.

Each time the phone rang, V found himself disappointed that it wasn’t MC. Each member of the RFA had called to check how he was. As soon as he had left the chat room, Seayoung had contacted Zen and Yoosung. He was happy that they all cared and wanted to see how he was, but he felt a weight on his chest get heavier as each time his phone rings and it’s not the voice he wanted it to be.

Eventually, he no longer wanted to battle the question and decided to message her,

Hey MC, hope you are well. I won’t ask where you are, I just want to know that you’re doing okay. V

Pressing the send button, he waits, he was pleased when his phone vibrated with a message, only to see that it wasn’t MC. He sighed in disappointment. When she had finally messaged back, it was already evening, but he was delighted to hear back from her. He wonders if this is what the members of the RFA felt when he went away for long periods before, but it’s not the same, he knew that deep down, the way he felt was different to the way his friends felt when he disappeared.

Hello V, I’m fine thank you. Apologies with not being in touch, don’t worry. MC

V read over the message again, it felt off, maybe it’s because he always spoke to her face-face or by phone, but the way she wrote was unfamiliar. A clamping sensation spreads on his chest as he reads it again, MC was being too formal with him. First time in so long, he felt lonely, arguing with himself that it was due to that fact he had gotten use to things with her around, now that she was suddenly gone, he didn’t know how to react.


Lying down, he closes his eyes, wanting sleep to take over, hoping that his thoughts will clear the next day. He didn’t know what to expect when he gets back home the next day, but for now, he rather not think about anything. Pulling out the letter MC had left him from the side table, he held onto it for comfort and lets the darkness succumb him.


V was surprised to have both Jumin and Seayoung coming to the hospital to pick him up. Jumin told him that his appointment was cancelled and he could help with discharge, Seayoung just happened to tag along. He hadn’t seen Seayoung in so long that he forgot how vibrant his hair was.


“Let me get that V” Seayoung says grabbing the bag from him as they get out of Jumins car.

“Um, thank you. I can do it” V says feeling uncomfortable with so many people to help

“I still don’t know why we couldn’t take my car, we would have been here much faster” Seayoung whined

“And risk endangering us with your reckless driving? I only trust driver kim to take me places” Jumin huffs opening the front door for them

“I am an awesome driver! I passed all the GTA tracks with high scores!” Seayoung says dropping the bag on the floor and sitting on the couch

“Comparing your driving with a game doesn’t make you a good driver” replied Jumin with a sigh, picking up the bag that he Seayoung had dropped and putting it on a chair.

“Yo V, what’s with all the sticky notes” Seayoung says picking one up that was on a cushion

“Sticky notes?” V asked

“There’s one here on the table ‘Don’t forget to eat!’” Jumin read out

“MC must have left these, this one says ‘Don’t stay up too late, you’ll fall asleep on the couch again’” Seayoung says reading the one from the cushion

“I see. Please put them back where you found them” V tells them

“So, where is MC? I thought she’d be with us to pick you up” Seayoung asks

“It’s none of your business” Jumin blurted out

“Hang on a minute…..did something happen?”  Quickly catching on, Seayoung questions, he could tell that V didn’t seem to happy, even though he was out of hospital and Jumin had been tense since they mentioned her.

“MC is away for work, nothing to worry about” V says with a smile, sitting down next to him on the couch

“Away for work? Where? Why didn’t she tell us?” He looked at the two of them

“It was last minute; she couldn’t change the plans. I’m sure she’ll be in touch” Jumin replied

“Yes, she’s fine. I heard from her yesterday” V answers vaguely

“Oh right, I hope she comes into the chat room soon. Jaehee has been asking for her” Seayoung says

“I’m sorry you two, but I’m going to get some rest, my eyes are stinging from being outside for so long” V suddenly says with a sigh

“Of course, the nurses and security guards will be here” Jumin replied understandingly

“If you need anything, call me V” Saeyoung says giving him a pat on the shoulder

“No, call me, Seayoung never picks up” Jumin says bluntly

“I do when it’s V” he replied pulling a face at Jumin

“Jumin, I don’t need so many people. It’s uncomfortable” V admitted

“I’ll compromise with you, the nurses and one security guard” Folding his arms, Jumin was back to business mode

“That’s not much of a compromise. I don’t need nurses or security guards Jumin” V says sternly

“At least have one nurse and one security guard here, to ease my worries. Remember, MC told me to keep an eye on you” Jumin says pulling out the trump card


MC words ring in V’s head as he heard Jumin speak ‘Let Jumin help you’


“(Sigh) One security guard, and no one else.” V says

“A nurse would be a great help-” Jumin began to speak

“I am very capable Jumin, I am accepting to have one security guard” Jumin rarely hears V sounding so strict, not wanting to cause any disagreements, he agreed.


After leaving V on his own, feeling awkward with someone else that wasn’t MC in his home, he tells the security guard to rest on the couch. Going into the kitchen, V closed his eyes, and starts gliding his hands over the counter top, guiding him to make himself some tea. With his eyes closed, he can at least pretend that she was there. He sits down at the same seat he always sat and sips the hot tea. He wanted to believe she was next to him, sitting in her usual seat, he places a hand over the seat and felt a piece of paper. Opening his eyes, he sees that it was another sticky note. Reading the note, he smiles at how this was the first time he’s actually seen MC’s handwriting, even her handwriting was beautiful.



‘Are you eating well? I’m eating with you in spirit, yum yum!’


The smile upon his face disappeared as fast as it appeared, crumpling the small paper in frustration, he sighs, not being able to throw it away, he pats paper out as smoothly as possible, placing it back to where he found it. He knew, he should be feeling happy that he was back home, he has his eye sight back. Leaving the cup on the counter he walks out, once again closing his eyes, he lets the touch of the furnishings guide him around the condo, as he reaches the door handle for what was MC’s room, nostalgia floods him, he opens the door to take a look inside. A sudden rush of warmth filled him as he could still smell her scent lingering in the air.


Sitting on the bed, he noticed the room was bare, she had taken most of her belongings. Taking his glasses off, he lays down on the bed, pulling the covers over him, he takes in her scent. He missed her, with tears on the brim of his eyes, he realised how much he misses her. He thought that once he had his sight back, she would still be here living with him, he puts himself down on how foolish he was to believe that. No matter how much he questioned and argued with himself, it doesn’t change how he feels, he knew before, but he never fully admitted it.



In the same city not too far away from him, MC sat on her bed trying to organize her thoughts. It hadn’t been that long since she parted from him, each day she would think of him, how was he? What was he doing? Has he eaten? She wanted nothing more than to call him, but that would only complicate things as she knew that he would question her.


Everything is fine MC, get it together, just a few more days and you’ll be away, she says to herself.



FLASH BACK



MC, you don’t have to leave. Let me take care of you” Jumin says to her, clutching onto her hand

I don’t want to burden you Jumin, I can take of myself” MC says with a smile

It’s not burdening! You know that. Why are you running away MC!” he was angry

I’m not running away!” MC retaliated

Yes you ARE!” Jumin growled

We had this discussion in your office, you was fully aware of the situation” MC sighs

I never said I agreed with it” Jumin points out

Jumin, I can’t stay, you know why..” MC holds his hand back

I know I’m not V, can you not…I mean…no… I’m begging you, let me take care of you, lean on me. I can give you anything you want, I can do anything you want. Dammit MC, let me do something”


Jumin lets out a sigh and pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he softens his voice.


You know how I feel about you, and I am fully aware of your feelings for V. I know I cannot take his place, but won’t you just let me help you”

Jumin…..any woman would be so lucky to have you-”

I don’t want to hear it. There has been only two women in my life that understood me, one became mentally ill, and the other is right in front of me, the chance of finding someone else…I don’t want to find anyone else. I’m happy with just helping you, if I can just do that..”Jumin begged

I have to go Jumin, you know this. You promised me you’ll look after V, and you are doing something, you’ve helped me so much already, I am very grateful to have you as my friend” MC sniffed, as tears start welling up in the brim of her eyes

Let me just…once…..” Jumin whispers, closing the gap between them, his hand cupping her cheek

….Jumin..” She had to admit, she was curious


Not pulling away from him, Jumin accepts it as consent and gently brushes his lips over hers, lingering with their top lips touching, he could feel her breathe against his, slowly he takes her lips,  giving her a chaste kiss. Controlling himself, he regrettably pulls away and strokes her cheek, her expression said it all.


You didn’t feel anything did you?” He asks softly

I’m sorry Jumin..” She could hear the disappointment in his voice

Don’t be, you told me before, we do not control how we feel, we just manage and maintain them in the best way we can. I wish I could say that I would do anything to change how you feel, but, I know that you only love V” He sighs again

Thank you, for everything Jumin. I am so grateful to have you as my friend” MC says once again.



END OF FLASH BACK



MC touched her lips as she remembered the kiss, she felt nothing. A flash of her kissing V on the couch crosses her mind, her stomach did a flip again, smiling at herself, only V could do that to her. Her smile disappears as she knows she will have to be far away from everyone soon. Falling onto the bed she starts to cry silently and calling out his name until sleep took over.



A slow week went by and V found himself feeling more empty. He sighs as the security guard opens the door to the hospital for him, even though he had mentioned that he was perfectly capable of opening doors himself, that didn’t stop the security guard. Walking along the familiar corridors, he remembered it to be just like it was before he couldn’t see. Stopping by the doctors office, he enquires about Rika’s condition, as expected, nothing had changed.


Knocking on the door he calls out to her before entering, leaving the security guard standing outside. Rika sat by the window, staring outside, she looked more frail, her blonde wavy hair seemed dull, her skin paler than he last remembered. He takes a seat opposite her.


“Rika…it’s me, I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long” V says


He looks at her seeing if there was any indication of expression, her eyes darted over to the table on the other side of the room then turning back to look out the window.


“Ah, MC won’t be coming with me to visit for a while, I should have brought food, she usually cooks. I’ll remember next time” V realising on why she looked at the table


Silence answered him, for the first time, he was stumped on what to say to Rika. Before, it was easy to talk to her, and tell her how he’s been, and asking her questions only to be replied with silence. Now it was different, he wasn’t sure why. V took a moment to watch her, as she stares expressionless at the sky. Sliding his hand through his hair he sighs and lean back into the chair.


“Rika, I have my eye sight back. I can see you. I, have been having a hard time trying to figure something out, but I’m coming to dead ends each time. There are so many things I want to say out loud, but I cannot burden you with my problems” V says.


V put a hand out and brushed her hair behind her shoulder, she sat motionless, he suddenly felt awkward. Cursing himself, he wasn’t expecting this to happen. Feeling guilty as he knew that this wasn’t the place he want to be, and she wasn’t the person that he wanted to see. Groaning inwardly, he takes out his phone then shoving it back in his pocket with a sigh. Standing up from the chair, he strokes Rika’s hair once before going to the door.


“I’m so sorry Rika, I’ve broken the promise. I still care about you and will always be here for you, but I cannot keep that promise any more” He says before opening the door and heading out.


V walks slowly down the corridor with the security following closely behind. He stops as he felt the ray of sunshine hit him, looking up, he sees children playing in the patients garden. He wondered where MC was as he remembers one of the last time he spoke to her here.


“Mr..?” A tug at his trousers took his attention


The security guard looks at V who holds his hand up to indicate it was fine.


“Hello there, how can I help you?” Crouching down, he asks the little girl in front of him

“You’re the Mr that comes with Dr.C” She states

“I am, you have a good memory” V smiles recognising the voice

“Yes, I am very good at remembering things” The little girl grins proudly

“That is very good!” V chuckles lightly

“Um..Mr..where is Dr.C?” Taken back with her question, V scratched his head before answering.

“Well, Dr.C is away for work for a while, but I’m sure she’ll visit you soon” V replied

“Oh…she promised me she would come see me…” The girl whined

“I see. Well, I know Dr.C very well, and Dr.C always keeps her promise” He pats her head

“Really?!” The girl looks at him with hope

“Yes, really. So don’t be sad okay? Dr.C wouldn’t like that” V says to her

“Okay! I’m going to find my friends now. Thank you Mr.” The girl runs off to the garden waving at him


V waves back at the little girl and heads home. As soon as he got in, he heads to his room and pulls out his phone, grateful that he now had a valid reason to contact her. Before he could call her, his phone rang flashing the name MC. Surprised at the caller, he quickly answers the phone.


“MC? Hello?”

“V…hello, how are you?” He heard her voice

“MC…I was just about to call you..I’m fine, how are you?” He asks

“Good, I’m well, thank you. How is your eyesight?” MC questions

“It’s getting better each day, I still have to wear sunglasses while out, but I don’t need them in doors anymore” V says with a slight smile

“That’s great V, congratulations!” He could sense her smile through her warm words

“MC, I-” He was cut off from a familiar voice on her side

“’MC-oh, sorry!’  Ah, V, I’m sorry I have to get going now, I will call another time. Please take care of yourself” She rushes him off the phone before he could say anything else.



Feeling a sting in his chest, he wondered who the voice belonged to. He frowns as he wrecks his mind trying to recognise it.


V hadn’t been able to pinpoint who the voice belonged to, he had been distracted thinking about it all week. Taking a sip of coffee, he still wasn’t use to not having breakfast in the morning, he had tried to cook once, but it didn’t taste anything like MC’s, so he settled in only having coffee in the morning,


Logging into the chat room, he hadn’t logged in since he spoke to Jaehee and Seayoung.



Zen: V!?! You’re here!
707: Woah V!! Nice to see you on
Jaehee: Good morning V, I hope you’ve been well.
V: Hello everyone

YOOSUNG★ HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM

Yoosung★: V…how are you?
V: Yoosung, it’s good to see you here
Yoosung★: I’m always here, you never come in
Zen: ….
707: ….
Jaehee: Yoosung..
Yoosung★: OMG, I was trying to make a joke, I just realised how it sounded…I’m so sorry…
V: haha, it’s okay Yoosung
Zen: Only Yoosung can mess up a joke -_-
707: Lolol
V: Jaehee, how have you been?
Jaehee: Good thank you, still the same and working a lot of overtime lately.
Zen: That jerk always gives you way too much work!

JUMIN HAN HAS ENTERED CHAT ROOM

Jumin Han: You were dissing me again. V, hello
V: Jumin, good morning
Jaehee: Good morning
707: Wow the chat room is full today
Yoosung★: We’re missing someone…
Zen: We are?
Jaehee: …
Jumin Han: And only Zen can forget someone already
Zen: Shut up!
Jaehee: Have you spoken to MC V?
V: Yes
707: Tell her to come in sometime, it’s been so long
Zen: Oh shit..yeah, where is MC?
Jaehee: It has been a while, I wondered too
Yoosung★: I miss MC..
Jumin Han: MC’s just been busy with work
Yoosung★: She could at least come in to let us know she’s okay
Zen: Yeah, it’s like she’s disappeared
707: Maybe I should track her? 707! To the rescue!
V: NO
Jumin Han: NO
707: ..Woah, down boys, I was only asking
Zen: What’s with you two?
V: Nothing, respect her privacy
Jumin Han: What V said.
Jaehee: I tried calling her, but she hasn’t been answering, I’m worried
Jumin Han: There’s nothing to worry about, she’s busy
Yoosung★: Why do I get the feeling that you know something we don’t?
Jumin Han: Why are you so suspicious?
V: Jumin’s right, she’s busy with work
Jaehee: I guess she has a deadline maybe? Anyway, I do hope she comes in sometime, will be nice to have another female in here again.
Zen: Haha Jaehee, what’s wrong with just us?
707: Yeah! It’s a lovely sausage fest in here!
Yoosung★: ………
Zen: …….
Jumin Han: ……
Jaehee: My point exactly..I’m going to go, I have to prepare for the day

JAEHEE HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM

Yoosung★: She left quick
Zen: I don’t blame her, seven just escalated things
Jumin Han: I don’t know why I logged in here now, I’m going to get ready for work, goodbye
V: Goodbye

JUMIN HAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM

JAEHEE HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM

Jaehee: Oh, Mr. Han left already, I was going to ask him something
Yoosung★: Jaehee, I want to apologise on behalf of seven, I feel like he said something offensive
Jaehee: You don’t have to apologise Yoosung, you didn’t say anything, besides…I’m use to Seayoung’s weird conversations
707: See, Jaehee loves me really!!
Jaehee: It is too early for this

MC HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM

Jaehee: MC!
Zen: MC! It’s you!
Yoosung★: You’re here!
707: MCMCMCMC!
V: ..Hello MC
MC: Wow, hi…lol seven
707: And that ladies and gents, is how you get someone to type your name
Jaehee: -_- don’t you have work to do Seayoung?
707: Nope ~
Zen: How are you MC? It’s been a while since you’ve been here
Yoosung★: Yeah MC, I’ve missed you T_T
Jaehee: I was about to go too, I’m so glad to have caught you, how have you been?
MC: I’ve missed everyone too, I’m sorry I haven’t been on lately, work has been taking up my time.
V: MC, I was hoping to talk to you on the phone, we got cut off last time
707: Why do you never call me T_T
Zen: Because you never pick up!
707: Hey! I do sometimes, if MC called I will
MC: Yes, I remember. We shall talk again soon, I will call once I get the chance to, I do apologise about that
Yoosung★: MC…are you okay? You sound as formal as Jaehee..
Jaehee: Me? Really?
Zen: A little, reminds me of someone..
MC: I’ve said two sentences and I’m getting interrogated…
Yoosung★: NO NO! That’s not what I meant..
MC: Then what did you mean?
V: MC..are you okay?
MC: Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m a little stressed, I have to get going. Goodbye

MC HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM

Zen: Hmm
Yoosung★: T_T Did I do something wrong?
Jaehee: That was…different..
707: Don’t worry Yoosung, she said she’s stressed.
V: Don’t take it personally Yoosung
Yoosung★: But…she’s never snapped at me like that before
Zen: ..I agree with Yoosung actually, she seemed a bit “off”
Jaehee: I think so too….gosh look at the time, I’m late now, Mr. Han won’t be pleased. Goodbye Zen
Zen: Bye Jaehee

JAEHEE HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM

Yoosung★: Bye…
Yoosung★: Oh, she left..
707: I have to get going too, getting beeped again. Laterz

707 HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM

V: Yoosung, don’t think too much on it. MC has been working a lot lately, I’m sure she didn’t mean to sound like that.
Zen: Yeah..MC’s never like that, she must be really stressed.
Yoosung★: You’re probably right…I have go get ready for work too, bye
V: Have a good day..
Zen: Bye
Yoosung★: Thank you V, oh, I’m glad you have your sight back.
V: Thank you..
Zen: Yeah, I have to go to rehearsals, please come in more often V
V: I will try to log in more regularly from now on.
Yoosung★: Bye
Zen: Bye
V: Goodbye

YOOSUNG★ HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM

ZEN HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM



Putting his phone back down, V thought to himself, he actually agreed with Yoosung, MC wasn’t being herself, she acted distant and too formal. He wondered if it’s because she hadn’t been in the chat room for a while. He sighs as he brushes it off, she was probably really stressed with work. It doesn’t stop the niggling feeling he had in the back of his mind, unable to get his thoughts off the situation, he picks up his phone and calls the one person he knew that MC was close to.


“V? Is everything okay?” Jumin answers

“Yes..I wanted to talk about you about something, are you at the office?” V says firmly

“Yes, come up, I’ll let assistant Kang know that we’ll be expecting you” Jumin replied

“Be there soon” V hangs up


V couldn’t get out of his home faster as he makes his way to the C&R building. He was certain that Jumin knew something he didn’t. Luckily, the security guard had a car and drove him the the heart of the city, where the building was located. He hoped that his instincts were correct, and Jumin could give him some information. He was not use to being the one that was out of the loop, a sudden realisation dawned on him, is this the same feeling that Yoosung had when he kept so many secrets from them.


Waiting for the elevator to arrive at Jumin’s floor, V pondered over the meaning of karma. He originally kept secrets, now secrets are being kept from him, he had to admit to himself, it was not a nice feeling.


“V! Mr. Han told me to be expecting you, I didn’t think you would be here so fast” Jaehee stands up quickly as V strode in

“Hello Jaehee, I’m sorry that I interrupted the schedule, I know how busy Jumin is” V apologized

“Not at all, Mr. Han is very good at rearranging things last minute” Jaehee replied


“I wish we could talk more since it’s the first time we’ve seen each other in a while, but I have to talk to Jumin and I don’t want to waste any more of his work hours” Jaehee could hear the slight desperation in V’s voice.

Jumins door swings open as V was about to knock.


“V, I thought I heard your voice” Jumin says standing by the door off his office.

“Jumin, let’s talk inside your office” V says walking in

“Yes. Assistant Kang, make sure no one interrupts us” Jumin says before closing the door


Jaehee didn’t get the chance to reply as the door closes, the scene was all too familiar to her, she wondered if it was connected.


“Is something wrong V?” Jumin asks sitting down at the couch

“Jumin, you have never hid anything from me in all the years we have known each other” V says taking a seat opposite him

“Of course I haven't” Jumin replies

“So where is MC?” V flat out asks him

“Why do you think I know where she is?” Jumin questions.

“Because, I know you’re the only other person that she’s close to” V sighs

“It doesn’t mean she would tell me” Jumin says in business tone

“Why are you not telling me? You’re avoiding the question all together” Trying to hold himself together, V takes a deep breath


Jumin stands and walks over to his desk, with his back to V, his hands leaning on the desk he was finding it hard to hold himself together too, as the pause lingers in the air. V couldn’t help but break the silence.


“I know that you know something Jumin” V says standing up.

“I…can’t tell you where she is” Jumin says with a sigh

“She doesn’t want me to know..” V says in a flat tone

“Let me ask you something instead V, you came all this way to ask me about MC. Why do you want to see her?” Jumin turns around with folded arms, he stares at V

“She’s means dearly to me, and I’m worried about her!” V says in a matter of fact tone

“She means dearly to everyone in the RFA, including me, we all worry about her, but why did you come all this way? Why are you so upset? Is it because you have grown accustomed with her company? Or is it something else?” Jumin questions him more

“I have lived with her for two years Jumin. Of course I’m upset, she left without telling me anything, it’s not like her” V raising his voice slightly

“She is our friend, and was your carer. With your eyesight back, you no longer needed a carer, you said so yourself that you didn’t need a nurse, and you were perfectly capable” Jumin says without breaking a sweat.

“I miss her” V said looking at Jumin in the eye

“We all do V. Question is now, do you miss her as a friend or are your intentions more?” He hears Jumin ask


V looks at his friend, Jumin was staring right back at him. V could feel how tense the air was,  he could see that Jumin was waiting for him to answer. He straightens himself up, realising that he had been letting his frustration get to him. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he didn’t want to show Jumin that he was clenching his fist because of it.  


“I’m in love with her”


Jumin eyes widened at the answer.

anonymous asked:

Help my crush likes cheesy/nerdy pick up lines gimme some

YOO I GOT THIS

  • oh boy it looks like you got a deficiency of vitamin me
  • are you wi-fi? cause i don’t wanna go anywhere without you
  • i should get on the organ donor register because you’ve got my heart
  • help i’ve fallen for you and i can’t get up
  • are you my appendix? cause the way you feel kinda makes me wanna take you out
5 Times Hannah Shepard Met Garrus Vakarian 3/5 (Shakarian)

Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: Part 4 : Part 5.1 : Part 5.2 (FIN)

Summary: The third time she met Garrus Vakarian, it was to take her daughter away, and it broke her heart. It turned out she wasn’t the only one. 

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The third time she met Garrus Vakarian, it was to take her daughter away, and it broke her heart. 

Janie had explained things to her, basic things – what she was doing (stopping threats against humanity) and who she was doing it with (Cerberus; she’d had no choice). If Janie had left some questions unanswered (her two year gap; the scars on her face), then Hannah trusted that she had a damn good reason for doing so.

But this was almost – even for a mother – beyond the pale. Arahot was an op gone bad on every level – and one that was indefensible.

Janie would have to come home. Janie would have to face trial.

And, as her mother, there was nothing Hannah Shepard could do about it. There was no way to make it better; no comforting words to say.

Janie simply had to be taken in.

But even though Hannah Shepard hated doing it, but she’d be damned if she let any other officer do it. If Janie had to be taken into custody, it was going to be by her mother, talk of preferential treatment be damned.

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Anonymous asks:

Imagine a world where one’s DNA, blood, and tissue samples were on file. Everyone is on file. Whenever someone with a compatibility to you fell deathly ill, you could be compelled to give them blood, marrow, a kidney, a portion of intestine or pancreas or liver or lung. There are no donor waiting lists. Countless lives are saved. So why does it sound like a dystopian novel? Oh right, because treating every human organ as if it were a uterus would be terrifying.

^^^^YUP

I say this a lot but they insist it’s not the same thing. It really is the same though.

If it really was about ‘all life is sacred’ they would be 100% with the idea of everyone being a registered donor and not having a choice when it came to giving up something, so long as there was a reasonable chance they would survive the procedure. Sure, some people would die after giving a kidney or lung, but most don’t so no one should have a choice.

And it is for a stranger when it involves pregnancy too. You’ve never actually met it, you don’t know it. It’s a stranger that happens to share your DNA. Sharing DNA doesn’t make you not strangers either. I share DNA with my maternal grandfather, but I’ve never met him. He’s a stranger. I share DNA with my paternal uncle and cousin, but I’ve met one of them only once, and the other never. They’re strangers who I happen to share DNA with. Same with a fetus. It’s a stranger I would happen to share DNA with should one ever exist.

Organ Donation

When I was at school just the other week, there was a girl who said that she would “never consider organ donation, because they were her organs.” She spoke it with disgust.

Unfortunately for her she was sitting right beside me, and as I’m the daughter of a transplant patient I’m sure you can imagine how I reacted.

When I was eight years old, my dad was diagnosed with kidney failure. He was in and out of hospital, and had to undergo the operation to fit his dialysis equipment twice because it failed the first time (originally intended to go through his left wrist, but ended up in his stomach).

Before, my dad was a professional golfer. He’s always been a big guy - 6" 4 inches, broad shoulders, big shoes - but the change that followed was just hideous. He lost an unbelievable amount of weight and his hands and feet were constantly shaking and painful as a side-effect of the treatments that were keeping him alive. He couldn’t work anymore, so he had to leave his Pro position at the nearby golf club. My mum became his carer. In the space of a year or so we went from being high-earners to living on benefits. 

We were told that if a suitable donor was found we’d get a phone call - as a little kid I was stuck on this idea and I’d stay awake late at night sometimes, waiting for the phone to ring. It didn’t.

My mum tried to donate, and we got right through to the final stages of testing before the doctors said they couldn’t risk it due to health concerns of her own.

When I was eleven years old, another professional golfer that we sort-of knew came to us. He wanted to donate. The tests went ahead - he was a match - and my dad got the transplant. The donor went on to run a marathon not long after!

I’m aware of just how lucky we are. We weren’t left to the mercy of the register - my dad made it. My dad’s donor is my hero. His brave, kind act will never be forgotten, and I love him so much for helping us when we could do nothing in return. 

I fully intend to put myself forwards as a donor whenever my dad’s transplant gives out, and I signed up to the donor registry the day after I turned seventeen. I did that because I know that to give an organ could never be disgusting - if, in death, I can save a father/son/daughter/mother/sister/brother/friend - if I can save anyone - then I feel like I will have done the right thing. I know what it feels like to be on the register, even if it wasn’t me - because you aren’t just saving the recipient. You’re saving all of the people who love and care about them, too. 

Do the right thing. Donate. 

(UK) https://www.organdonation.nhs.uk/ukt/how_to_become_a_donor/registration/consent.jsp

"If you're pro life you should donate blood and organs"

This command comes from pro choicers who believe that abortion is the same as refusing to give blood, and that pregnancy is a charity like giving blood.

And I will prove you are wrong one last time:

Donating blood is comparable to pregnancy, yes. You do share your body fluids with the foetus etc.

BUT refusing to give blood is ENTIRELY incomparable to abortion.

Giving blood to other people is giving life to people that aren’t your responsibility. Whose death you are not causing and cannot cause. If someone halfway across the country that I do not know dies of blood loss, I have not killed them.I have no duty to those people, but refusal to help is passive and abortion is active and there is a huge and incredibly important distinction between the two.

If someone halfway across the world dies of starvation, my choosing not ro give money to the charity that could save them is not the sole reason they are dead. I have not killed them. My lack of action hasn’t helped, but I personally have not ripped them up or injected them with toxins and murdered them in their sleep.

That is what abortion is.

Abortion is not the simply refusing to help a stranger one does not know and has not seen, whose health is in no way directly reliant on your help an aid, that may or may not die or become ill because of actions you refuse to carry out.

Abortion is the active killing and removal of a foetus that results in the guaranteed and instantaneous death of your child who YOU created and put there and who is entirely and 100% your responsibility and who you have a duty of care to.

Now don’t you dare tell me that they’re the same because the sre different in almost every conceivable way.

Summary;

Refusal to donate: passive/indirect/stranger/not the sole cause of death/potential death only/potential salvation with donation only.

Abortion: active/direct/purposeful/immediate/your child/sole cause of death/100% garuantee.


On a side note, donating blood is a super amazing thing to do and I would encourage anyone to do it as it’s very rewarding. And I will be on the organ donor register.

A Piece of Me is a Piece of You

Part 1

Derek had forgotten all about it, honestly.  He’d done it a few months after he and his sister Laura had moved to New York, soon after the freak electrical fire that burned his house down along with the rest of his family.   It was a cold, winter night and he’d been walking the streets aimlessly when he’d passed by a medical center and seen a bright sign out of the corner of his eye. 

“Donate an organ, save a life,” the sign had said. For that brief moment, he thought maybe the dull pain he felt inside every day could somehow be eased by giving away a piece of himself to help someone else feel more whole.

Derek had immediately swung open the door, walked in, and signed up to be a donor.  A kind doctor guided him through the process of signing up to be a donor upon potential death, and then talked him through the options for donating an organ while still alive.  He listened, asked questions, and ultimately decided to volunteer himself as a kidney donor. The medical center had done tests on him the next day, and the same smiling doctor had embraced him and thanked him as she told him they’d put him on the donor registry and would contact him if a match appeared. 

Derek had left the center, feeling lighter than he had in months.  Two days later, his sister died, and all thoughts of his potential donation flew out the window.

It’s not until years later, when he’s living in his old Hometown, that he’s reminded of it.

Derek is in the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, after getting dozens of stitches in his hand.  He’d sliced it up pretty badly that morning while working on one of the gargantuan metal sculptures that he’s managed to develop from a cathartic hobby into a sort of career.  

He’s staring at his hand morosely, wondering how long it will be before he can work again, when his nurse, Melissa, comes into the room, smiling shyly at him.  She seems a little nervous, and Derek does his best not to panic.

“Am I okay?” he asks her quickly as she walks over to him.

She places a hand on his arm, placating him quickly. “Yes! Absolutely fine! Your stitches were done perfectly. You’ll heal well with minimal scarring.”  

Derek relaxes immediately, but Melissa doesn’t seem any more calm.  He studies her intently, watching her fiddle with the chart she’s holding in her hands.

The room remains silent until Melissa finally says, “However…I did notice in your records that you’re, um, a donor? Specifically, you’re registered as a kidney donor?” she glances up at him briefly.

Derek stares blankly at her without comprehension before the memory of the New York medical center comes flooding back.

“Oh,” he states, “Yeah, I guess.”

Melissa looks even more nervous now as she bites her lip and stares down at his chart.  Then she takes a deep, steadying, breath and looks him straight in the eye.

“Derek, I’m going to be completely honest with you.”  She squeezes his arm gently. “My stepson-he’s an amazing kid. I love him as much as I would if he was my own son-he’s smart, and sarcastic, and witty, and just plain good.  But he’s sick-and he needs a kidney transplant, badly.  Like as soon as possible.  And you-Derek-you’re a match.”

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