The rooftop of the old hospital building had always been his escape - a place where the world quieted, where the weight of endless emergencies didn’t press so hard against his chest. The wind was sharp against his skin as Dr. Baek pushed open the creaking metal door, expecting to find solitude.

But he wasn’t alone.

You sat on the cold ground, your white coat stark against the dark concrete, shoulders slightly hunched. Silent tears traced lines down your face, your gaze lost somewhere in the city lights below.

Dr. Baek didn’t speak at first. He wasn’t good with comfort - he was good with action, fixing things, saving lives. Yet, here, there was nothing to fix. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before stepping forward.

“If you’re gonna cry up here, at least don’t do it sitting on the damn cold floor.”

Without another word, he lowered himself down beside you, resting his back against the wall, eyes on the sky. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry. He just stayed.

And for now, that was enough.