Game of Probability
Description
2019.
“I have something to tell you,” I say, voice but a nervous squeak, “Something I should have told you before.”
Kwon slithers up to me in bed, snuggling right up to me. Freshly showered, he smells good. Really, really good.
Foreword
This idea came to me as I was writing the final chapter of my previous fic. However, if you came here from 141224, I think I'm going to disappoint you. And really badly. I'm going to start writing from 2019, what you want to make of that is purely your prerogative. To be honest, I don't think this is the easiest thing to write. In fact, I think it's going to be pretty difficult. I don't know how long it's going to be.
I'll be assuming that the level of medical technology is identical to what it is today. My premise is indeed a huge coincidence, especially in Korea. I am uncertain that this is 100% medically accurate, though I can tell you that it won't be way out either. Honestly, I don't know how the healthcare situation is like in Korea, so don't take my word for it.
Finally, of course, I wish no harm to anyone whatsoever. It's just that I wanted to write a fic like that.
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