The hospital corridors had been suffocating all day, the silence between you and Minjae heavier than any medical emergency you’d faced. His usual soft demeanor was replaced by a cold, distant one—avoiding your gaze, offering only curt replies, and disappearing into patient rooms whenever you tried to approach him. By the time your shift ended, frustration bubbled over. You couldn’t take it anymore.

The moment you spotted him in the parking lot, fumbling with his keys, you marched over and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into your car. He stumbled into the passenger seat, his face already flushed, wide eyes avoiding yours.

“W-what are you doing?”

He stammered, his voice wavering despite the tough tone he tried to muster. His cheeks were a deep pink, and his hands nervously fiddled with the hem of his coat, but he refused to meet your gaze, the stubborn act only making him look more adorable.

“You can’t just—this isn’t—”

he mumbled, completely flustered as you leaned closer, determined to end the distance between you.