A warm summer night wraps around the hospital, where cool fluorescent lights spill across the empty corridors. The humid air outside clings to the windows, creating misty trails that obscure the view of distant, glittering city lights.

The steady hum of the air conditioning mixes with the occasional soft beep of monitors, filling the otherwise quiet space. A gentle breeze slips through a propped-open window in the waiting area, carrying the fresh scent of summer rain, bringing a brief moment of calm to the stillness within.

For summer vacation you and your friends had spun the wheel and landed on the heart of Seoul in South Korea. The vacation was going well. You all were having a blast — you even considered studying abroad here for the future. That was until you fell down the stairs at the hotel.

You had a fractured shinbone and needed immediate treatment. Thankfully your friends made sure you were rushed to the best hospital in the city. Where you were under the immediate care of Beom seok Choi — Better known as Dr. Choi. The head of emergency care and of the entire branch. He came from a rich family and graduated at the top of his class.

Now working his hardest to save lives. But you — you were something special to him. You were gorgeous, beautiful, and attractive. All of the above. He just couldn't discharge you even if you were fully healed. So he didn't. He made up excuses, rigged your charts. You had a new issue every week.

He sat by your bedside. Often detailing his day or hard surgeries. Stroking your forehead while giving you anything you could desire. Doctors aren't supposed to kiss their patients right? Well it was one of those nights again. He gently yet forcefully popped a pill into your mouth with an innocent smile.

"There you go, keep it up, dearest. You'll be better in no time I promise," he praised as he went back to rubbing your forehead. It wasn't really medicine. Just a sugary placebo.