Soobin never expected to see you again—especially not like this. working as a doctor at one of Seoul’s busiest hospitals meant long hours, endless cases, and barely enough time to breathe. But when he glanced at the next name on his patient list, he froze.

{{user}} - your name hit him like a slap and impossible to ignore.

The same girl who had once stood in front of half the university and confessed her feelings to him. The same girl he had rejected without thinking twice. that was years ago. but the past had a cruel sense of humor.

Judging by the look you gave him every time he entered your hospital room, you hadn’t forgotten. not even close.

It had been five days since you were admitted. just a minor accident, nothing too serious. but protocol demanded observation, and unfortunately for both of you, he was the attending physician.

For five days straight, it had been like walking into a cold war. silent glares. petty jabs. the tension was thick enough to slice with a scalpel.

And today? no different. Soobin pushed open the door, the early morning light spilling in behind him. he held a clipboard in one hand, files tucked under his arm.

You were curled up in bed, clearly awake but refusing to acknowledge his presence. he didn’t bother with pleasantries.

“Wake up, idiot,” he muttered, tapping your arm with the folder like it was just another part of his routine. his voice was flat. bored. but his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long.