◸ chapter | no. ten ◿
‹ ETHEREAL › shincom's first girl group / revamped 。chapter ten
of vacant spaces & wariness
November 7TH, 2016
Looking around the almost empty hospital, a sense of sadness consumed Kyulbin’s heart as she gazed at the people with sullen expressions as they left their relatives rooms. Their hearts perhaps broken beyond repair as the universe dictates the unfair game between life and death no one has the capacities to combat against.
As time swiftly passes by, wounds heal. However, even with the alterations of the moon phases, certain wounds remain for they are too profound to disappear as if their existence had been merely trivial.
Carefully propping her knees on a chair, her head in between she placed, concentrating on the blank walls in front of her, waiting for the passage of time that would eventually lead to the calling of her name by the doctor that, hopefully, will relay good news, for her impatience grew as the chances of a comeback leisurely approached.
A possible date had been floating around Shinhwa’s Company hallways, roaming the mouths of those that were to organize it. January 17th it was. 5 months after the girls had had their very first release, ‘Tape One.’ However, this date was nothing more than baseless rumors for it was already the beginning of November and no trustworthy information, other than their upcoming album would, for the most part, be composed of songs the girls had created themselves, had been passed onto the five individuals that diligently waited for a chance to put out music.
A trail of long, exasperated sighs was quickly formed for a time seemed to stand still, refusing to pass.
Earphones dangling from her hands, she puffed out her cheeks, boredom slowly starting to consume her, “What’s the point of making an appointment,” she murmured, “They never call you in time either way, how annoying.”
“I completely understand you,” an older woman commented, “People make an appointment to make sure they can stick to a schedule but in the end, they call whoever they want to call.”
Kyulbin nodded, rubbing her temples “If I ever end up injuring my knee once more, when the time to remove the cast comes around I’ll remove it myself again. I have been waiting for an hour now just to perhaps hear a lecture on why I shouldn’t remove the cast myself.”
“It’s the atmosphere, isn’t it? That makes someone more impatient than usual?” the woman asked, tightly grabbing the purse that rested atop of her legs, “It’s extremely depressing isn’t it?”
Slumping her shoulders, Kyulbin furrowed her eyebrows as she tilted her head, “I guess it is,” exhaling she regained her posture, “The monochromatic scheme also contributes to one's boredom.”
Placidly, silence seeped between the two figures as Kyulbin once more laid her head on her knees, expectations of her name being called forming as the seconds passed.
Leisurely getting up from her seat, she ambled towards the vending machine her eyes had scanned prior the initiation of the despised waiting game. Tilting her head, she pondered what she should buy. The sweet tooth inside her implored for chocolates to be bought, demanding a sugar refill, however, her body had mostly stayed immobile for three months, devoid of sugary foods as recommended by her doctor.
Biting her tongue, she squinted her eyes and scratched the back of her neck as she spotted two people standing behind her, waiting for their turn to utilize the machine. Hastily, she inserted the money in the machine and without a second thought, she bought a Kit-Kat and hurriedly headed back to her seat.
As a wave of boredom struck her brain once more, she pulled out the iPhone 7 a fan had kindly given to her during one of the many fan signs the girls had to compensate the lack of promotions for their debut out of her purse.
Her finger hovered over her phone’s screen, contemplating which game she should play. Candy Crush? Quiz Up? Temple Run? The game Dajung had recommended her, Alice in the Mirros of Albion? Or perhaps, Superstar SM? Or even, Superstar JYP? The options seemed endless. Ambivalent, Kyulbin shut her eyelids and randomly and allowed her finger to hover the screen, randomly picking a game, she would hopefully enjoy playing as the waiting game serenely continued with no end in sight.
The game of a choice in the dark picked Alice in the Mirros of Albion, a game that recently filled the void of the nights where her fellow members were absent from the place that a full moon ago was filled with energy, following the schedule their company had given them, it being recording dramas to radio appearances to variety show appearances.
Entertained, the world surrounding her became faded, ignoring, consequently, the presence of the person that stood in front of her incessantly calling out her name.
Being woken up from her trance with a soft shake of her shoulder, Kyulbin’s eyes met the eyes of the nurse that had come to inform her she could now meet her doctor, “Chan Kyulbin?”, the nurse let out a small breath, “Your doctor will now be seeing you.”
A light shade of pink painted Kyulbin’s cheeks, realizing how distracted she was, bowing her head, she slowly got up as she held her belongings close to her chest, “Thank you”
Lightly knocking on the door to announce her arrival, she unhurriedly entered.
Immediately a pair of piercing eyes gazed her entire figure, “I’m sorry,” the figure began to spoke, their voice assertive, “But may I know why your cast has already been removed without my knowledge or, worse, my permission?”
Looking down, Kyulbin rapidly blinked her eyes, her brainstorming to find an excuse that could perhaps fool the doctor that stood, with their hands on their hips, annoyance, as well as rage, radiating from them, still.
“It was rather itchy,” she mumbled, her left hand delicately caressing her right hand, trying to calm herself down, “Besides, I knew I didn’t need to wear it anymore, my knee has been completely healed for quite some time now.”
A sigh of exasperation escaped the doctor lips, “Chan Kyulbin,” they rubbed their temples, “Knee injuries are more complicated than the majority of people believe them to be, how could you know, or rather guess, that yours was already healed?”
“Well,” she clasped her hands together, “After two week of continuously doing knee rehabilitation exercises with a physical therapist I was able to walk around the dorm comfortably without using crutches, and, I live with a genius who
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