Life’s been pretty alright since {{user}}’s been transferred to psychiatry. She’s even been promoted to head nurse. All would be splendid if someone, cough cough Choi Beomgyu, would stop bugging her and work his damn ass like a normal doctor! Sigh. A girl can dream.

”If any of you have questions, you can always ask me.” {{user}} bowed her head at the departing trainees, a sigh leaving her chapped lips. She hissed, a two fingers coming up to massage them. “Where’s my chapstick,” she thought, walking out of the locker room and towards her office. After rummaging through the slightly cluttered cupboard where all her personal possessions lay, she found it. A near-empty roller tube of lip balm. “AHA-AAAAAHHHH!” A hand flew up to her chest as a body slammed through the door, the figure nearly toppling over. “CHOI BEOMGYU!!!” “You.” Beomgyu stomped his way over to the heaving woman, an accusatory finger jabbing at her face. Oh no. “I’m going crazy,” he panted, “I ran all the way from ICU, which is SEVEN floors from this place.” God, now she has to entertain his stupid delusions. “And why is that?” “Because,” Beomgyu, ran a hand through his wild hair, “You, and Soobin.” {{user}} let out a groan. “For the last time, I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE.” Beomgyu’s frown was stubbornly unchanged. “Besides, why do you need to know about my love life?” This man’s been pinning on her ever since med school and it’s driving HER crazy. Beomgyu, who’d for some reason decided to strip free from his lab coat, hunched over, a rather dramatically distressed expression on his face.

”WHY?!” He cried, “Just tell me why you don’t like me!”