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This is so stupid, Mira silently groused as she slouched in the funky tall chair with some weird mech-head looking contraptions sticking off of it. Celine glanced at her position, but kept her opinion of it to herself as she sat in a normal chair on one side of the office.
The doctor’s office.
For eyes.
Because apparently Celine didn’t believe her when Mira swore that she could see just fine!
So what if the training dummies were a bit fuzzy; any knick from her gok-do would dispel a demon, so who cared where exactly she hit them?
So what if she had to bring magazines a bit close to her face; it’s not her fault they insisted on using such tiny print!
So what if her “squinting” made her look like she was constantly glaring; she already knew she had a resting bitch face!
She’d been able to see well enough for her stupid parents, and they had stupid high standards; so if they said she didn’t need glasses, then they’d probably been right. Statistically they were bound to be right about something.
Even if the topic usually came up when Mira complained about how hard the board at school was to read...
...
...She’d managed to go sixteen years without needing to get her eyesight checked, and had managed just fine, thank you very much!
Glasses looked stupid anyway; everyone knew that.
Everyone, apparently, except for fucking Celine.
Who had not only insisted on dragging her here, but also allowed Rumi and Zoey to tag along.
Zoey claimed they were there for “moral support”. Rumi had agreed. Mira wasn’t wholly convinced they weren’t there in order to be the first to laugh at her wearing glasses. And besides they’d had to stay behind in the waiting room anyway.
Which Mira found she had mixed feelings about because visiting the eye doctor apparently sucked.
In the room they’d taken her in before they’d stuck her and Celine in this one, Mira had had to stick her face into a bunch of different machines, and she thinks that maybe she actually wouldn't have minded their company while they'd been in there.
Because one machine had her stare at some hot air balloon at the end of a road that came in and out of focus.
Another had her lining up a dot before a bright flash of light made everything look green for several seconds.
And another was a rude ass fucker that spat air straight into her eye!
Twice!
And while she doubts them being there would have made it better, per se, at the very least she could have had someone to complain to that wasn't miss tall, dark, and perpetually stoic Celine.
They’d been here for less than fifteen minutes— most of which had been spent sitting and waiting in this room —and Mira was more than ready to go ho- go back to the hanok. She’d rather be doing burpees while running through vocal scales than deal with all this bullshit.
There was a knock on the door moments before it opened, and a man in white doctor’s coat stepped through.
“Thank you for your patience,” he greeted them, giving a slight bow that Mira begrudgingly stood to return, even if hers wasn’t as deep as Celine’s, “I’m Dr. San. And you’re Kang Celine-nim and Mira-nim?”
“We are; good morning, Dr. San,” Celine smiled politely.
“Morning,” Mira grumbled, plopping back into her seat and recrossing her arms.
“I understand this is your first visit to an eye doctor, Mira-nim?” he asked, sitting at the desk next to her and logging onto the computer there.
“It is,” she replied flatly.
“Well you’re handling it much better than most people do their first time; at the very least you haven’t scream, cried, or tried to bite me yet.”
“It’s still early.”
“Mira,” Celine admonished, but Dr. San threw his head back with a bark of laughter.
“Spunky! I like that,” he grinned at her, passing over a small white plastic paddle to her, “Just for that, I’ll try to make this as quick as I can. Please place that over your left eye and try to read the smallest line of text you can on that chart on the wall.”
Mira grumbled but acquiesced, eventually swapping to her other eye when requested. She found she couldn’t read more than a few lines from the top of the chart, but if Dr. San had an opinion on it, he kept it to himself.
Once satisfied, he took the paddle back, typed a note on his screen that Mira couldn’t read, and stood to grab the weird contraption attached to her chair.
Mira sneered and reflexively leaned away as he carefully swung it towards her, “Is this thing gonna blow in my face?”
“Heh! No no, this isn’t the NCT.” She must of made a face because he chuckled again and explained, “The ‘Non-Contact Tonometer’; that thing that puffed air into your eye. No, this is just going to flip through different lenses until we find ones that work. I will have to shine a light in your eyes at some point, but that’s it. No more air puffs.”
“Good, ‘cause it sucked.”
“Mira,” Celine sighed.
“Ha! Yes it does; severely!” he laughed, “But it’s still a lot better than the way we used to check your eye pressure.”
“Ugh; the numbing drops,” Celine grumbled with a small shudder.
“Oh, those were the worst, weren’t they? And then they’d poke your eye directly!” he grimaced, sticking his tongue out. “No no; the air puffs suck, but at least they’re over quickly and cleanly.”
“...The hell kinda torture chamber did you bring me to?!” Mira all but screeched, snapping her head towards Celine.
Celine sighed, Dr. San laughed again, and Mira begrudgingly admitted that she kind of liked him.
True to his word, he made his examination quick. And while he did answer Mira’s questions about what he was doing, he never talked down to her or treated her like a child. He didn’t even grumble when she snapped and said she couldn’t see a difference between whichever lenses he’d flipped in front of her, after several rounds of “number one or number two?” He simply swapped to a new set and moved on. The light he wound up shining in her eye was a bit bright, but he didn’t seem to linger too long; just observed whatever the fuck he was looking at and then swapped to her other eye to do the same.
“Annnd we’re done!” he smiled, stowing the equipment away and retaking his seat in front of the computer and typing rapidly. “So you’re definitely near-sighted, but it’s pretty much equal between your eyes; which makes things easier if you ever decide to use contacts.”
Mira did not like the idea of anything touching her eyes, but decided to keep that bit to herself.
“-If you head on out to the waiting room you can take a look at our selection of frames and see if any of them are appealing.”
“How long can we expect to wait for her glasses to be ready,” Celine asked as they both stood up to leave.
“Depends on which one she chooses,” Dr. San answered easily, standing to guide them out, “If we have them in stock she can leave with them today. Otherwise they’ll be ready to pick up in a day or two.”
“Wonderful. Thank you very much, Dr. San,” Celine bowed.
“Thank you,” Mira murmured as she bowed as well.
“You’re quite welcome,” Dr. San smiled warmly, “Feel free to schedule your next examine at the front desk, and have a lovely day you two!”
They return to the front of the office to find that Rumi and Zoey were in the middle of trying on glasses themselves.
“Mira! How’d it go?” Zoey chirped, spotting her and Celine coming, a heart-shaped pair of glasses on her face.
“A machine spat in my eye, but the doctor was fine,” Mira stated, moving to take in the rows upon rows of frames to choose from. There were so many options...
“The air puff thingy?” Rumi asked, wearing aviators sunglasses that she slid to the top of her head, “Ugh, I hate that thing.”
““Right?!”” Zoey and Mira stated at the same time, startling each other.
“Take your time picking out some frames, Mira,” Celine said, walking past all of them to grab a seat in the waiting room, immediately picking up a magazine to flick through.
“Ooh ooh! Mira can we help you pick?!” Zoey asked, already bouncing with excitement.
“No.”
“Awwww,” she pouted, “Why not?”
“Because I’ve seen both of your fashion sense, and I trust them about half as far as I can throw them.”
“Hey!”
“Rude!” Rumi huffed, replacing the aviators with another pair with purple lenses, “There’s nothing wrong with my style!”
“I have literally seen you wear the exact same fit five times in the same week.”
“I know what I like?! Why would I wear something different if I didn’t have to?!”
“I wear different things!” Zoey argued, “What’s wrong with my outfits?”
Mira opened her mouth to say, ‘They often give ‘old colorblind middle-aged man gone fishing’ vibes, but decided for once that that might be a step too far.
“I can’t pull off your style,” she said instead.
“Aw, Mira~ I’m sure that’s not true!”
“Yeah, Mira,” Rumi smirked, “You should let Zoey try dressing you up sometime.”
“Only if she dresses you up too, unnie,” Mira shot back with a stiff smile that warmed up slightly at Rumi’s ensuing blanch.
Despite her protests, and thinly veiled threats, the two girls did stick around while she cycled through the options; giving their opinions that Mira would, begrudgingly, admit were sometimes a little funny. Mira finally settled on a pair of thin circular frames that the office luckily also had in stock and soon found herself seated in front of someone who took great care in making sure the glasses and the spare pair Celine insisted on getting sat on her face correctly.
Once they were satisfied, they handed Mira the glasses she was going to wear out of the office— and into public, god help her —and she slipped them on, looking away from the back wall she’d been facing and at the rest of the world for the first time and-
Oh.
Oh.
...Okay; maybe Celine had been right about her not being able to see well.
Mira fought to keep her jaw from dropping as she looked around the rest of the front area from the desk, feeling like her mind was on the verge of being blown for like the third time in her life.
Demons were real? Okay. She’d already met her parents, so that wasn’t much of a leap.
She was a magical girl destined to fight said demons? Using the power of music? Alright. Mildly bummed that one, her parents did not qualify as literal demons and two, there were no transformations like on Sailor Moon, but the existence of her kick-ass gok-do mostly made up for those points.
Eyeglasses were fucking magic that allowed you to see the world in 4K? Sure! Why the fuck not!
“How do they feel, Mira?” Celine asked, drawing her attention to her and whoa the older woman somehow seemed even more graceful and elegant than previously thought.
“They feel fine,” Mira flatly stated, holding onto her composure for dear life.
“Wonderful,” Celine replied with a small but genuine small and yup, Mira was starting to see what Zoey was on about when she gushed about the former idol.
Thinking about her maknae reminded Mira that she and Rumi were also here and her head instinctively turned to find where they’d left them on the other side of the room and-
Fuck her girls were pretty.
There ought to have been a comma in that thought, but Mira wasn’t sure if it would sit better after ‘fuck’ or after ‘her’.
Now, Mira knew, objectively, that Zoey and Rumi were attractive, but apparently she’d managed to completely miss just how much.
Now that I think about, Mira though as she and Celine began making their way over to the chatting pair, The only times I’ve really be physically close to them up until now was when we all were sparring.
Zoey had hugged her a few times, but the shorter girl had be in and out of her range of clear vision— which Mira was mildly horrified to realize was significantly smaller than she’d previously thought —that the redhead usually didn’t have enough time to even look down at her.
She had time now though. And Mira found herself stuck on every little detail. On both of them.
Zoey has freckles.
Rumi’s eyes squint a little bit when she smiles.
Zoey’s fingers flex the entire time she waves them around.
Rumi’s hair looks really soft.
So does Zoey’s skin- wherest the fuck did that one come from?!
...
...
...Oh.
Ohhhhhhhh!
Oh, I am actually fucked, aren’t I?
And then they turned and looked at her and Mira got to watch their reactions to her in glasses, in real time, and high definition. Their eyes— both sets of them —grew wide, and Mira could have sworn they’d both started to blush before she got distracted by Zoey squealing and practically vibrating in place.
“Ahhhhhhh, unnie they look so gooooood!!” she chirped, looking two seconds away from physically launching herself at Mira.
“They really do...” Rumi murmured before snapping her head away and, oh she was definitely blushing and somehow it made her look even prettier and-
Oh yeah. I am definitely fucked.
...I don’t think I’m mad about it, though.