5

                                    

                                          
May 2014
Donghyuck is on a roll today. Taking a month-long break from the hospital to finish this book once and for all, he usually just stays at home to write. He forces himself every single day to produce at least a page so that he could have something to show Mark if ever he checks up on him. This book was supposed to be published a year ago but things didn’t go according to plan as he underwent an intense lack of will to do anything. Even if he didn’t tell him, Mark was disappointed but was still nice to give him more time to prep, to condition his mind, to recollect all the memories from 15 years ago.
If his brother didn’t push him to do it, he would not touch the unfinished file on his computer. He had only written a grand total of 12 pages in the past year and the words aren’t even satisfying in his opinion. He had scrapped everything up and started writing from the beginning.
Donghyuck was getting in the groove after that and before he knew it, he had already written five chapters. Every day after his work at the hospital, he would write a bit before he goes to sleep. It went on for weeks until he had decided that he wanted to focus on the book while he was so into it. He didn’t want to lose the good streak he had so he filed a temporary leave from the hospital.
There are times when he would write in cafes, libraries or co-working spaces for a change of scenery. Today, he opted to stay in because he is too lazy to get up and take a shower. He is already on his laptop right after he wakes up, typing away the thoughts he has in his head before it slips away.
“How are you? Are you still on schedule? Fuck, why am I asking you this when I already know you are already a year behind?” Mark says over the phone, royally pissed at something. Donghyuck senses he is having a bad day again.
“I’m trying. I will give you the second draft at the end of the month as promised.” Donghyuck puts the phone on speaker so he could type and talk at the same time. 
“Thank God! Finally! I was about to fire you because your publisher is fucking my ass and pressuring me to come up with a YA novel soon.” 
“I’m on it. Will get you that novel soon.” 
“Good. Now, fuck off. I am busy. And please, get a haircut before the final draft.” 
He hasn’t been taking care of his grooming ever since he holed himself up in his apartment. He already has to tie his hair up so it wouldn’t get on his face while writing, his facial hair also occupying his upper lip and chin.
“But—“ Before Donghyuck could finish his sentence, Mark hangs up. Typical.