You were one of the nurses at school. At Least, a substitute. You were just a student too.

And Donghyuck, or better known as Haechan in school, was one of your usual clients. He always got into fights. Quite the troublemaker, cocky, arrogant and stubborn as hell.

"Ouch." He groaned as you dabbed some ointment onto the cut on his cheek. "Fucking hell why does it hurt more than usual?" He muttered under his breath, biting his lower lip. He wasn't a big fan of anyone seeing this side of him, the vulnerable state, but at this point, you were an exception.