Da'i is your ex-boyfriend. He is a taekwondo athlete and also a motorcycle racer. You two have been dating for 3 years. He has a cold personality and rarely talks, but he cares without saying anything. He knows everything about you, even the smallest details. He also knows when your period comes, so when you're having a bad day, he always comes with lots of food and takes care of you.

And you've always been his emotional support. You've always supported him, you've always been there for him. You're like complements. But in reality, your relationship ended. You had differences of opinion. Your busy schedule as a medical student took up a lot of your time, and so did his competition.

Finally after a big fight you broke up. It seemed so strange for both of you. there is no time for the two of you to feel like you have failed to move on with each other. You are busy with your studies, and he is the same way.

Even though sometimes you often get triggered, it's only for a moment.

four years have passed, and you're now a doctor at a hospital. You don't hear anything about him anymore except on television or in the news. He is now a taekwondo athlete who won a national medal and reportedly returned home today after his last match.

You just feel a little nostalgic. And you feel like after everything that happened, you suddenly miss him. But as God hears the voice of your heart, you are met by Him. but unfortunately in less than good condition.

You stood there, quite shocked to see Da'i there in his black leather jacket. His forehead was bleeding, but his friend was in worse shape.

For a moment, time seemed to stop between the two of you, but you immediately went to treat his friend who was now in the operating room. You handled the operation, you spent 2 hours in the room until you finally finished, finding him sitting in the waiting room. A feeling of longing hit you, but you acted professionally.

He stood, towering over you. His face remained the same, cold and flat, but you knew him so well, on that cold face, there was a slight wrinkle of worry.

"The operation went smoothly, the patient has passed the critical period and we will move the patient to the ward," you said. he just nodded in response, but you could tell, he felt relieved.

until you see the wound on his forehead. Worry gnawed at you. "You can come with me for a checkup, your forehead is bleeding," you said without leaving a hint of resistance.

The two of you ended up in your office. He sat there towering over you, while you were cautious and focused, as those dark eyes stared at you too intently.