WHEN DUTY CALLS ✧ park sunghoon
pairing: neurologist!sunghoon x ob-gyn!reader
after years of being co-workers, he never reciprocated the feelings you had for him. so you buried them and learned to live with it. that is, until a small encounter leads him to start showing you that he cares.
genre: co-workers to lovers, fluff, slow burn, hospital au
word count: 12k
It's 2 am, and you're at the hospital.
Seated in the doctors' lounge, you go through your previous patients' charts, updating them one-by-one. From their vitals, medications, progress notes, everything has to be precised and double checked.
Being an OB-GYN means your life rarely follows a normal schedule.
Most nights are spent awake. On call, in delivery rooms, watching life come into the world one patient at a time. It’s exhausting, relentless… but familiar. Somewhere along the way, the chaos became routine.
You barely notice how late it’s gotten anymore.
The quiet scratch of your pen against paper is suddenly interrupted by a soft clink.
Then a cup of coffee appears beside you.
You pause, eyes shifting from the chart to the cup, then upward to the person who placed it there.
Park Sunghoon.
Four years of working in the same hospital, and he still has a way of showing up without a sound. White coat neat as ever, expression calm in that almost unreadable way of his. He works as a neurologist, precise, composed, and annoyingly consistent.
“Night shift again?” he asks, already pulling a chair a few steps away before sitting down.
You lean back slightly, exhaling as you close the file in front of you. "Yeah, I wasn't able to finish these in one go so I had to switch schedules with Dr. Choi."
“I get it,” Sunghoon replies, offering a small, understanding smile. “There are days when I end up doing the same thing too.”
“Well, thanks for the coffee, I really needed this,” you say, taking a sip. You pause, then look up at him surprised. “You even remembered my order?”
Sunghoon simply purses his lips and shrugs, as if it were nothing, before reaching for his own cup. “You’re welcome.” Just as he’s about to say more, his phone vibrates.
“They need me there. I guess I’ll see you later.” He stands from his chair and lightly pats your shoulder before heading toward the door.
You glance at the cup of coffee in your hands, a small frown forming. You’d only been to the café together twice: once three months ago, and again just two weeks ago. How could he have memorized my order?
A warm feeling slowly blooms in your chest as you think about Sunghoon and his sudden thoughtfulness.
It reminds you of a time when your feelings for him were harder to ignore. Back during your first week working together, when he introduced himself as the newly hired neurologist. What started as simple admiration gradually turned into something more.
Those feelings lasted for an entire year. But between the long hours, the need to stay professional, and your own reluctance to risk it all, you chose to bury them. You kept telling yourself that workplace romance should be avoided, that work always comes first, and that romance simply wasn’t worth the risk. Eventually, you convinced yourself that being nothing more than co-workers was for the best.
You shake your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “Why am I suddenly thinking about the past?” you murmur under your breath. “He probably just has a really good memory.”
With that, you turn back to your work, forcing the lingering warmth in your chest to fade.
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Sunghoon, who was on his way to a patient’s room after leaving you alone in the doctors’ lounge, caught himself smiling slightly, especially when he recalled the look of surprise on your face when you realized he had remembered your order.
Back then, he hadn’t paid much attention to you. He hadn’t gone out of his way to learn the little things. Like how you took your coffee or whether you preferred something sweet on the side. But ever since that small hangout with you and a few co-workers three months ago, something had shifted. A quiet curiosity about you had begun to grow.
It wasn’t just because you were one of the best rookie OB-GYNs the hospital had seen. It was also the way you cared for others, not just your patients, but people in general.
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Three months ago…
As the rest of the group prepared to leave the café, you lingered behind, glancing at your phone as if you had just remembered something.
“I just remembered I need to buy something before I go. You guys go ahead,” you told Chaewon, your friend. She nodded, calling out a quick goodbye before catching up with the others.
Once they were gone, you stepped back towards the counter and ordered two croissants and a bottle of water. After paying, you hurried outside, scanning the area as if looking for someone.
What you didn’t realize was that Sunghoon had stayed behind. He had gone to the restroom just before everyone left, assuming he’d catch up with the group afterward.
As he stepped out and dried his hands, he paused when he spotted you still there. From inside the café, he watched as you approached a beggar and a small child sitting near the parking lot.
You crouched down to their level, handing them the food you had just bought. A gentle smile spread across your face as you spoke to them softly, though he couldn’t hear the words. After a moment, you gave a small wave before turning to leave.
Sunghoon stood there a little longer than he meant to, quietly processing what he had just seen. Something about that moment stayed with him. The sincerity, the kindness, the way you did it without expecting anything in return.
It made him realize that maybe you were more than just a co-worker he had known for years.
And somehow, from that day on, he found himself paying closer attention.
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The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, sealing you into the quiet hum of fluorescent light and mirrored steel.
You pressed your back lightly against the wall, exhaling through your nose as the display above the doors blinked from floor to floor. The senior doctor’s message still lingered in your mind: Come to my office. I need to introduce you to someone.
The elevator slowed briefly at the 5th floor, then continued upward. You checked your watch out of habit, fingers tapping once against your coat sleeve.
Just then, the doors opened with a gentle ding. You looked around to find out nobody there, until your eyes caught movement at the far end of the corridor.
A familiar figure stood just outside the elevator’s reach, hands tucked into his white coat pockets, posture relaxed in a way that somehow still looked presentable. Sunghoon.
He nods slightly when he sees you inside, stepping into the empty space beside you. He presses the button, and the elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime.
“Busy today?” he asks, breaking the silence a few seconds after stepping in.
“Not really. I just need to meet with the senior doctor.”
“Oh? How come?” he asks, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. It’s rare for either of you to be called in, usually only for major announcements or worse, bad news. So when you first read the message, you had been just as puzzled.
You shrug lightly. “I’m not entirely sure. She did mention introducing someone, though. Maybe a new employee.”
Sunghoon nods, taking that in.
“How about you?” you ask, turning to him. “Anything big happening today?”
“Actually, I have a procedure at 5 pm,” he says casually.
You instinctively glance at your watch. “That’s in thirty minutes.”
"I know." Sunghoon replied. "You don't seem like you're in a rush." You replied, noticing his chill attitude.
"Well it's a minor one. Just a lumbar puncture, won't take long." He says, seeing your expression.
“Huh… that’s your version of minor?” You mutter, brows lifting slightly as you look at him.
Sunghoon lets out a quiet breath, almost a huff of amusement, barely there. “You just get used to it.”
You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Still sounds intense.”
“It’s routine,” he says simply, like that alone should settle it. And somehow, coming from him, it almost does.
The elevator hums softly as it slows, the numbers above the door blinking once before stopping.
Your floor.
The doors slide open.
You hesitate for only a second, then shift your weight forward, stepping out into the hallway. Before fully turning away, you glance back at him.
“Good luck, Sunghoon.”
He meets your gaze, calm as ever. “I don't need it.”
That almost makes you scoff, but instead you just exhale a small laugh. “Still, good luck.”
The doors begin to close behind you.
And just before they shut completely, you catch it, the smallest hint of a smile on his face, gone just as quickly as it appears.
You walk straight to the end of the hallway, where the senior doctor’s office is located.
Stopping in front of the door, you knock three times. A voice from inside calls, “Come in.”
Taking the cue, you twist the doorknob open and step inside. Dr. Lim stands near her desk, a folder in hand. Beside her is a young man with sharp, cat-like eyes, standing straight with quiet composure.
You close the door behind you and walk toward them.
“Dr. Kang,” the senior doctor says, closing the file in her hand, “This is Jungwon, a newly assigned resident. He’ll be rotating in OB-GYN under your supervision.”
You turn your attention to him just as he steps forward, extending his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Kang.”
You shake his hand without hesitation, offering a small, welcoming smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jungwon. Welcome to the OB-GYN department.”
He smiles back, his expression calm and professional, no trace of nervousness in sight.
“Alright,” Dr. Lim continues smoothly, already reaching for another document on her desk. “Jungwon, you’ll report to Dr. Kang starting today. She’ll orient you with the ward and your responsibilities.”
Jungwon nods. “Understood, ma’am.”
The senior doctor looks up once more, this time addressing both of you. “OB-GYN is a demanding department. I expect discipline and clear communication. Dr. Kang, he’s your responsibility during this rotation.”
You give a small nod in acknowledgment.
Dr. Lim leans back slightly, signaling the end of the meeting. “Now that’s settled. You may go.”
You turn first, straightening your posture as you head for the door. Jungwon follows a step behind, attentive.
Once you’re outside in the hallway, you turn to face him.
“First things first,” you say, folding your arms lightly. “Call me by my first name, Y/N. No ‘Dr. Kang.’ It makes me feel older than I am.”
Jungwon lets out a small chuckle. “Got it. Y/N it is.”
“As Dr. Lim mentioned, I’ll be your supervisor for the duration of your rotation in OB-GYN,” you continue. “Since it’s your first day, I’ll give you a quick tour of the facilities so you can start familiarizing yourself.”
You gesture forward. “Let’s go.”
The two of you head towards the elevator. “The OB-GYN department is on the third floor,” you add, pressing the button.
When the doors open, you’re greeted by the nurses’ station. The nurses on duty look up from their desks.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Kang,” they greet in unison.
“Good afternoon,” you reply with a polite nod before turning slightly to Jungwon. “This is Jungwon, our new resident. He’ll be working here starting today.”
Jungwon smiles and greets them, and they return the gesture warmly.
You lead him down the left hallway lined with patient rooms. “This is where admitted patients stay, postpartum mothers, as well as those recovering from surgery,” you explain. “The rooms along the right hallway are mainly for regular check-ups and consultations.”
“And over here…” you continue, walking towards the far end where a large door with glass panels stands. “…is the Labor, Delivery, and Recovery Room. LDR for short.”
You push the door open just enough to step inside and the shift is immediate.
A strained breath cuts through the air, followed by a low cry. A patient grips the bed rails, her knuckles pale, while a nurse guides her breathing with steady reassurance.
“Active labor,” you say calmly as you step further in. “This is where things start to pick up.”
Jungwon stays close behind you, noticeably quieter now, his eyes taking everything in.
A monitor beside the bed beeps steadily, then suddenly dips. The nurse straightens. “Doctor, heart rate’s dropping.”
Before the tour can even pause, you’re already moving.
“Position her to the left,” you instruct, your tone calm but firm. “Give her oxygen.” The room shifts instantly, quick hands, precise movements, controlled urgency.
The patient gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as another contraction hits. You glance at the monitor. Then steady again, as the beeping evens out.
“Good,” you murmur, stepping back as if it were second nature. “Keep monitoring.”
“Yes, doctor.”
The tension doesn’t disappear, but it eases just enough. You turn back to Jungwon, your expression composed.
“It can change that fast,” you say simply. “You learn to respond before it becomes a problem.”
He nods, still processing what he just witnessed.
“Come on,” you add, already heading for the door. “Let’s continue.”
“On the opposite end,” you say, pointing down the hallway, “is the operating room.”
You walk in that direction, with Jungwon following closely behind.
You push the operating room doors open, and a wave of sterile, cool air greets you as you step inside.
Bright overhead lights reflect off stainless steel instruments neatly arranged on trays. The operating table sits at the center, surrounded by monitors and machines humming quietly in the background.
“Procedures like cesarean sections and gynecologic surgeries are done here,” you explain, your voice steady as it echoes slightly in the room. “And when things don’t go as planned…”
You pause for a brief moment, your gaze flicking toward the operating table.
“…that is where we take over.”
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The tour continues as you guide Jungwon through the rest of the facility, from the ultrasound rooms to the examination areas, and finally to the newborn units. You explain each section with ease, answering his occasional questions, barely noticing how quickly time slips by.
It isn’t until you glance at your watch that you pause.
“Oh, it’s already 6 pm,” you say, a little surprised. “Perfect timing. My shift ends now, and since I’ve already shown you around the entire OB-GYN department, we can both head home.”
“Wait, really?” Jungwon asks, clearly caught off guard.
You nod. “Yes. Once I leave, there won’t be anyone to supervise you anyway. And since it’s your first day, I’ll let you off early this time. Your real work starts tomorrow.”
“Ah…” Jungwon exhales in relief, a small grin forming. “I’ll be ready by then,” he assures you, determination settling into his expression.
“Good to hear,” you reply with a faint smile. “Well, I’ll get going now. See you tomorrow, Jungwon.”
“See you, Doc,” he says.
You give him a small wave before leaving.
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After gathering your things, you take the elevator down to the underground parking area. The space is quieter now, the hum of engines and distant footsteps echoing faintly. You spot your car a short distance away and walk towards it, pressing your key fob to unlock it.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, you place your bag on the passenger side and reach for the ignition.
You turn the key.
Click.
Nothing.
You try again.
Click. Click.
The engine doesn’t turn over.
A faint frown forms as you attempt a few more times, but the sound only grows weaker until the car falls completely silent and unresponsive.
"Unbelievable,” you mutter, letting your forehead rest briefly against the steering wheel.
You sigh, leaning back as frustration settles in. Your eyes drift to your bag beside you.
“How am I supposed to go home now...”
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A few minutes later, you find yourself standing outside the hospital entrance, arms folded loosely as you scan the road.
You decided to take a cab instead, but even after waiting for several minutes, none stop. The few that passed by are already occupied, their headlights briefly illuminating you before disappearing down the street.
You shift your weight, glancing down the road again, hoping the next one will finally be empty.
Then, a sleek silver BMW pulls up in front of you, the engine purring softly as the window rolls down.
You look over to see who it is.
Sunghoon sits behind the wheel, one hand resting loosely on it while the other drapes over the passenger seat’s headrest, his posture relaxed.
“Need a ride home?” he asks.
“I—”
Before you can even answer, he leans over and pushes the passenger door open. That leaves you with little room to refuse.
You step in, closing the door gently behind you.
Settling into the passenger seat, you sit a little stiffly, your gaze fixed on the window beside you.
It’s your first time riding in a car alone with him, something you never really imagined would happen. And not just any car, but his.
For a moment, the air inside feels thick with unspoken tension. Neither of you says anything, the quiet stretching just a bit too long.
After a while, Sunghoon clears his throat, breaking the silence. “So… what happened to your car?”
You turn slightly to look at him. “The battery died. I’ve been so busy these past few weeks that I forgot to get it replaced.”
“I see.” He nods once. “How long were you waiting out there?”
“About twenty minutes,” you reply.
“Good thing I saw you then,” he says, a faint chuckle slipping through. “You looked like you were about to lose your patience.”
You let out a small laugh. “Honestly, I was. And thank you, by the way. If you hadn’t shown up, I probably would’ve ended up walking home.”
That earns another quiet hum of amusement from him.
After that, the conversation fades, but this time, the silence feels different. Softer. Easier. The low hum of the engine and the faint music playing on the radio fill the space comfortably.
For once, it isn’t awkward.
The car slows to a stop at a red light. Sunghoon glances your way, his expression unreadable but calm. “You hungry?”
“I think I’m good,” you reply, but almost immediately, your stomach betrays you with a low rumble. Shit.
You freeze for a second, suddenly remembering that you skipped lunch earlier, too distracted and a little too nervous about the senior doctor’s message.
Sunghoon lets out a quiet laugh at the sound. “Let’s grab something to eat,” he says, already easing his foot back on the gas as the light turns green. “My treat.”
You don’t argue.
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A few minutes later, you find yourselves at a casual Italian fast-food restaurant. The warm lighting and soft chatter from other customers make the place feel cozy despite the rush hour.
You scan the area and spot a small booth tucked into the corner. “There,” you say, heading towards it.
You slide into the seat while Sunghoon remains standing beside the table. “What would you like to eat?” he asks.
“I think pasta’s fine,” you answer.
He nods. “Alright. I’ll order for us. Just wait here, okay?”
“Okay.”
You watch as he walks toward the counter, joining the short line. For a moment, you find yourself absentmindedly observing him the way he stands, calm and composed even in something as simple as ordering food.
A few minutes later, he returns carrying a tray.
He sets a plate of pasta in front of you, his lasagna beside it, then hands you your drink.
“And this one’s for you,” he adds, placing a slice of pizza next to your plate.
You blink, confused. “I didn’t order that.”
He sits across from you, completely unfazed. “I did. I figured the pasta wouldn’t be enough since you’re hungry.”
You cough lightly, feeling your cheeks warm. “Oh… uh, thank you.”
You start eating, your gaze fixed anywhere but him. Somehow, the earlier ease from the car ride has shifted again, replaced by a quiet, awkward tension.
You never really imagined this. Sitting across from him, sharing a meal like this. It almost feels unreal, like something out of place in your usual routine.
You can feel his gaze on you, subtle but unmistakable.
“What happened with the senior doctor earlier?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You look up, surprised, but your shoulders relax now that the conversation has shifted. “She introduced me to a new resident,” you explain. “He’ll be under my supervision.”
Sunghoon nods, taking a bite of his food.
“His name’s Jungwon,” you continue, twirling your pasta with your fork. “From what I’ve seen so far, he has potential. He wasn’t nervous at all, even when we went to the LDR earlier.”
“That’s good,” Sunghoon says. “At least he seems passionate from the start.”
You nod, but then the thought that’s been lingering in your mind resurfaces. You hesitate just for a second before speaking.
“Sunghoon… can I ask you something?” He looks up. “Sure.”
“Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you suddenly talking to me?” you ask, your voice softer now. “I mean… we’ve been co-workers for four years, and this is the first time you’ve bought me coffee or talked to me for more than ten minutes.”
For a brief moment, he looks genuinely caught off guard. His eyes widen slightly, and a faint blush creeps up to his ears as he scratches the back of his neck. “That’s… uh…”
"I just thought that I've been so shy these past years that I don't get to socialize with my co-workers that much. You know, I just recently became close with that dermatologist, Kim Sunoo." He replied.
You nodded, a small smile forming. “That’s good to hear. I remember you skipped the Christmas party for two years straight. It’s nice to see you stepping out of your comfort zone.”
He smiles back. “I guess it is.”
The conversation drifts into something lighter after that, and before you realize it, dinner is over.
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Soon enough, you’re back in his car, this time parked in front of your apartment building.
You unbuckled your seatbelt, turning slightly towards him. “Thank you for the ride, Sunghoon. And for the food.”
He smiles softly. “Don’t mention it. If you ever need a ride home, you can just call me.”
You stopped. “But… I don’t have your number.”
“Here.” He unlocks his phone and hands it to you. You take it, typing your number into his contacts before handing it back. “There.”
You step out of the car, the cool night air brushing against your skin. “Goodnight, Sunghoon,” you say, closing the door halfway and then you heard him speak, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You pause for just a moment before shutting the door completely, the sound echoing softly in the quiet street.
Later that night, as you lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, your mind drifts back to everything that happened.
The coffee. The car ride. Dinner.
Him.
Your heart beats a little faster, your cheeks warming at the memories.
Those feelings you buried years ago? They’re being dug up by none other than Park Sunghoon himself.
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Three weeks after that dinner with Sunghoon, the two of you have grown noticeably more comfortable around each other. He even picked you up from your apartment the morning after that night, insisting so you wouldn’t have to take the subway to work.
And now, you’re back in the thick of it. Endless patients, heavy workloads, night shifts, deadlines, and back-to-back surgeries taking up most of your time.
“Doc, I’m done with my rounds for now,” Jungwon says, appearing beside you while you’re busy taking a patient’s blood pressure.
You finish up, offering the patient a small reassuring smile before noting down the readings on the chart.
“Good,” you say, turning to him. “I want you to check on Baby Jung in the newborn unit. When I assessed the baby earlier this morning, the condition was a bit unstable. If that continues, report back to me so we’ll coordinate with the Pediatrics Department.”
“You got it.” Jungwon gives a quick salute before turning to leave.
“Oh, and Jungwon,” you call out just as he’s a few steps away. “Don’t forget the dessert you promised me for lunch.”
He chuckles, glancing back. “Of course, Doc. See you at the cafeteria later.”
Over the past three weeks, you and Jungwon have also grown closer, spending nearly every day working side by side. You’re grateful to have someone to share the hectic schedules and overwhelming workload with as it makes everything feel just a little lighter.
You grab the clipboard with your patient records and head towards the elevator. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out, about to read the message but you bumped into someone.
The impact causes the clipboard to slip from your hands, papers scattering across the floor.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry!” a voice says quickly.
You crouch down to gather the papers, the other person doing the same.
As you pick them up and glance up, a nurse you don’t recognize hands you a few sheets. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” you reply, standing up.
“I’m really sorry again, Doctor…” Her eyes flicker to your coat, reading the name stitched onto it. “…Kang.”
You shake your head lightly. “It’s okay. I wasn’t looking either. It’s partly my fault.”
You pause for a moment, studying her. “By the way, what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
She smiles sweetly. “I’m Jang Wonyoung. I just started working here yesterday.”
“Well, it’s nice meeting you, Wonyoung,” you say with a friendly smile. “Sorry our first meeting had to be like this.”
“That’s alright,” she replies. “Have a nice day, Dr. Kang.”
She gives a small wave before heading off.
You continue towards the elevator and pressed the button. While waiting, you check your phone and read Jungwon’s message. He mentions that the newborn unit is a bit crowded with nurses and a few parents, and that he’ll update you once he gets inside.
Ding.
The elevator doors open.
You look up and see Sunghoon inside.
A smile forms on your lips as you step in, slipping your phone back into your pocket.
“Funny how we always run into each other at the elevator,” you say, turning to him.
“It is,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe I should start charging you for getting to see a handsome face like mine every time the doors open.”
You let out a laugh, and he joins in, the sound light and easy between you.
“Anyway,” he continues once the laughter fades. “Where are you planning to eat lunch? Sunoo and a friend of mine are trying out a newly opened restaurant nearby. Want to join us?”
“I’d love to,” you say, “but Jungwon and I already made plans, and he’s treating me to dessert, so I can’t really say no to that.” You nudge his side playfully.
“Ah, I see.” He nods, though you can’t help but notice the slight disappointment in his tone. “Maybe next time.”
“Definitely next time,” you reply.
The elevator doors slide open at your floor.
You step out, then glance back at him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
And with that, you walked away, unaware of the way his gaze lingers on you just a second longer than usual.
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Lunchtime arrives, and you’ve been sitting there for almost an hour.
Your plate is already empty, your drink long finished, and yet there’s still no sign of Jungwon or the dessert he promised.
You let out a quiet sigh, resting your cheek against your palm as you glance towards the cafeteria doors. Maybe I should’ve just gone with Sunghoon instead…
Just as the thought crosses your mind, the doors swing open and Jungwon rushes in, scanning the room before spotting you.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry I’m late, a patient was—” He’s panting so hard he can’t even finish his sentence.
“Woah, hey. Sit down first,” you say quickly.
He does as told, and you hand him your spare bottle of water. He takes it immediately, drinking it down in one go.
Once he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at you apologetically. “I really wanted to come earlier, but a patient asked me to stay with her until her husband arrived. I didn’t expect it to take that long… if I had known, I wouldn’t have stayed.”
You nod, your expression softening. “It’s okay. I would’ve done the same thing.”
“Did you at least eat lunch?” you ask.
“I did,” he replies. “The patient felt bad for making me wait, so she gave me some food.”
“Then I guess that leaves us with dessert,” you say, pointing lightly at him. “Now go get me that dessert you promised.”
Jungwon stands up immediately and heads to the counter.
A few minutes later, he returns, but this time, there’s a slight frown on his face.
“They ran out,” he says. “I guess it’s my fault for getting here late.”
You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “So… what are we supposed to have for dessert now?”
Jungwon pauses, thinking for a moment before his expression brightens. “I know a place. Come with me.”
A short while later, the two of you find yourselves standing in front of a gelato shop in town.
“I come here whenever I’m craving something sweet,” Jungwon says, a hint of excitement in his voice. “They make the best gelato.”
He steps ahead of you, holding the door open.
“You’re really serious about this gelato, huh?” you tease with a small laugh.
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Across the street, inside the newly opened restaurant, Sunghoon sits with Sunoo and Jay.
“Is that Y/N?” Sunoo suddenly says, pointing towards the window.
Sunghoon’s attention shifts instantly, his gaze following the direction.
Outside, he sees you with Jungwon.
“She’s with the resident,” Sunoo adds, still watching.
“They seem close,” Jay comments casually. “Maybe a little too close. I can’t even remember the last time I became friends with a resident.”
Sunoo gasps softly, covering his mouth. “Right? I thought I was the only one who noticed.”
Sunghoon’s grip on his fork tightens slightly as he listens, his eyes still fixed on the scene outside. On the way Jungwon holds the door open for you and the way you laugh.
“Do you think maybe they’re—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Sunghoon cuts in, his tone sharper than usual. “Can we just eat in peace and not start rumors?”
Sunoo scoffs, side-eyeing him. “Geez. I was just saying.”
Sunghoon then goes back to eating, but the air at the table has shifted.
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After finishing your gelato, you and Jungwon stepped outside.
Just as you’re about to leave, you spot Sunoo approaching the shop.
You wave at him, and he waves back enthusiastically, a grin spreading across his face.
“What are you doing here?” you ask.
“Getting dessert,” he replies. “Do they have mint chocolate here?”
“Yeah they have tons of flavors, actually. I think you’ll like all of them,” you say with a small laugh.
“Really?” Sunoo’s eyes light up. “I can’t wait!”
He practically skips toward the entrance.
Moments later, Sunghoon and Jay approach.
“Hi,” you greet as they stop in front of you.
“Hello,” Jay replies, glancing inside. “Is Sunoo in there?” You nodded.
“I’ll see if there's a flavor I like,” he says, turning to Sunghoon. “You want anything?”
Sunghoon shakes his head. “I’m good.”
Jay heads inside, leaving the two of you and Jungwon, who has just stepped beside you in an awkward silence.
“Hey,” you say to Sunghoon, but this time, something feels off.
He just nods. No smile. No teasing remark.
Jungwon shifts slightly beside you, and Sunghoon’s gaze flickers toward him, sharp, assessing.
“Right,” you say, trying to ease the tension. “Jungwon, this is Dr. Park Sunghoon, my friend.”
You gesture towards Jungwon. “And Sunghoon, this is Jungwon, the resident I told you about.”
Jungwon immediately extends his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Park.”
For a second, Sunghoon just stares at it, his thick brows slightly furrowed.
You clear your throat softly. Only then does Sunghoon take his hand, briefly.
“Uh huh,” he mutters.
Jungwon withdraws his hand, the smile on his face still polite, though a little uncertain now.
Just then, Sunoo and Jay return. With Sunoo holding his three scoops of mint chocolate chip gelato.
“Let’s head back,” Jay says. “Lunch break’s almost over.”
The five of you began walking back towards the hospital. Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jay walked ahead, while you and Jungwon trail slightly behind.
“Jungwon… I’m sorry about that,” you say quietly. “Sunghoon isn’t usually like that. I don’t know what got into him.”
“It’s okay,” Jungwon replies, giving you a reassuring smile. “Maybe he just had a bad day.”
“Still… I’ll talk to him.” Before he could respond, you jogged forward.
“Sunghoon,” you call.
No response.
You try again.
Still nothing.
You frown slightly before reaching out and poking his side.
He flinches, finally turning to look at you. “What was that for?”
“You weren’t listening, so I had to resort to that,” you say, pouting slightly. His expression softens just a bit.
“…Sorry. What did you want to say?” He asks as you crossed your arms. “Why were you rude to Jungwon earlier? The kid was just trying to introduce himself.”
“I wasn’t,” he replied, looking away.
“You were,” you insist. “What’s wrong? Are you upset because I didn’t join you for lunch?”
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he looks back at you.
“No,” he says quickly. “It’s not that. A waiter messed up my order earlier, so I didn’t really enjoy the meal,” he lied, his voice a little too fast, as if he’s trying to convince both you and himself.
“Oh… that sucks,” you say, your tone softening. “So you really just had a bad day.”
“Yeah,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. His ears tint slightly red.
“You should leave them a bad review,” you say lightly. “They don’t deserve all that hype.”
A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Maybe I should.”
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It was now time for the yearly medical mission, this time held in Gangwon Province.
Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, doctors were already gathered at the back of the hospital, loading supplies into vans. The atmosphere was focused, everyone moving with practiced efficiency.
Once you finished loading your things into the vehicle, the senior doctor, Ms. Lim, arrived to announce the car assignments. Most of the staff, doctors and nurses alike were placed in the larger vans, while only three were assigned to the smaller car.
That included you, Chaewon, and a pharmacist.
“We better get moving. The drive will take two to three hours, and I don’t want us arriving late,” Ms. Lim said as everyone began heading toward their assigned vehicles.
You stepped into the small car first, with Chaewon following right after. “Great, seatmates,” you said lightly, earning a smile from her as she settled beside you. The pharmacist sat in the front passenger seat, next to the driver.
Even with only four people inside, the space felt slightly cramped, with a few supplies stacked behind your seats, signaling the long drive ahead.
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You arrived in Gangwon Province after two and a half hours.
You stretched your arms as soon as you stepped out of the car. “Finally, we’re here,” you said, glancing at Chaewon beside you.
“Look at the view,” she pointed out.
Ahead of you, mountains covered in green stretched into the distance, the early sunlight rising over them and casting a soft glow across the landscape. The air was noticeably cooler and cleaner, a quiet reminder that you were far from the city now.
Around you, doctors and staff had already started unloading supplies from the vehicles. You moved towards the car again and joined in, helping carry boxes as the medical mission was about to start.
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The medical mission is taking place at a public school gym that is converted into a temporary clinic.
Folding tables are set up in sections for each department, with simple privacy screens dividing consultation areas. Nurses move between stations guiding patients, while rows of chairs line the sides of the gym for those waiting their turn.
You sat at a small table marked for OB-GYN consultations, flipping through charts as a line of patients steadily forms in front of you, the hum of the makeshift clinic filling the space around you.
The check-up began smoothly, most patients were cooperative, listening attentively as you gave instructions and advice. Those who needed minor procedures were guided to the adjacent room for outpatient care, while you stayed at your station, calmly writing prescriptions and updating charts.
From across the space, Sunghoon sat at a parallel table, his gaze occasionally lifting towards you. He observed the way you spoke to each patient, reassuring and always gentle in tone, together with the soft smile you gave even in the middle of a busy line.
“Man, you gotta stop staring at her. There are patients on their way,” Jay said quietly from beside him.
“I— I wasn’t staring,” Sunghoon replied immediately, shifting his attention to the neatly arranged supplies in front of him, pretending to align them even though they were already perfectly in order. “Just… observing.”
Jay let out a small hum of disbelief. “Whatever you say.”
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Lunchtime came, with your team providing free food for all the attendees. A long line formed as patients waited for their meals, the gym still buzzing with quiet conversation and movement.
You sat at the table assigned for the doctors, with Sunghoon taking the empty seat beside you.
“Hi,” you greeted as he greeted back.
“How’s the consultation so far? I saw there are a lot of patients in your area,” he asked as he started eating.
“It’s going well. I haven’t had this much fun in a while,” you admitted, earning a small nod from him.
“Good to hear you’re enjoying it,” he said simply.
“I am,” you continued. “It’s always a pleasure helping people.”
The conversation flowed easily as you both ate. When you finished your meal, you reached for the brownie included in the tray, but Sunghoon stopped you.
“Don’t.” You looked up at him, confused.
“It has nuts,” Sunghoon added.
“Oh,” you blinked, then set it back down. “Right.”
A beat passed before you asked, “How did you know I’m allergic to peanuts?”
He cleared his throat, looking down at his food. “I saw you separate the nuts when you were eating that salad last week. And I've seen the EpiPen you always carry in your pocket.”
You stared at him for a second longer than intended, your chest tightening.
“You noticed that?”
He gave a small shrug. “It’s hard not to.”
A quiet warmth settled in your chest, though you kept your expression calm. “Well… thank you for warning me.”
You glanced back at the brownie, then sighed softly. “But it feels like a waste to just leave it.”
Before you could say more, Sunghoon reached over and took it from your plate.
“Always so considerate,” he said, before taking a bite himself.
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It was already night by the time the medical mission ended.
Everyone looked exhausted, evident in the way people moved slower than usual, taking their time packing up supplies. The once busy area had quieted down, replaced by tired chatter and the occasional sigh.
You grabbed your things and made your way to the car, opening the trunk.
“Here, I got it.”
Before you could protest, Sunghoon had already taken the supplies from your hands and placed them neatly inside.
“Thanks,” you say, watching as he closes the trunk.
Just then, Chaewon comes rushing over, slightly out of breath. “Y/N, I asked Ms. Lim earlier if I could transfer to the van since I felt claustrophobic in the smaller car. She said I could, but only if someone switched places with me. I tried asking around, but no one wants to,” she groans, squeezing your hands in mild panic.
You give her a sympathetic look. “Chae, maybe we can—”
“I’ll switch seats with you.”
Both of you turn as Sunghoon speaks up, having clearly overheard the conversation.
“You would?” Chaewon asks, her face lighting up.
He gives a small nod. “Yeah.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you!” she squeals, then quickly turns back to you. “But Y/N, is it okay if I’m not your seatmate anymore?”
You smile softly. “It’s fine. I know how much you hate small spaces.”
Chaewon beams before pulling you into a quick hug. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re the best.”
“Everyone, let’s go!” Ms. Lim calls out.
“I have to go, see you at the hospital!” Chaewon says, waving as she hurries off.
You wave back before heading to the car. You slide into your seat, and a moment later, Sunghoon follows, settling beside you.
“She’s right,” he mutters, shifting slightly. “It is cramped in here.”
Your shoulders brush against his from how little space there is.
“Yeah,” you sigh. “We just have to endure it for two and a half hours.”
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The car ride begins, the hum of the engine blending with the low chatter of others. You pull out your phone, texting Jungwon about updates from the hospital. The screen blurs slightly as you blink slowly, fatigue catching up to you.
You let out a quiet yawn while waiting for his reply, your eyelids growing heavier by the second.
“Tired?” Sunghoon asks softly from beside you.
“Mm,” you hum in response, too drained to form a proper sentence.
“You should get some sleep,” he says. “I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”
"Maybe I should.”
You lean your head against the window, eyes slowly closing as the gentle motion of the car puts you to sleep.
A few minutes pass.
Sunghoon glances at you, noticing the way your head keeps tilting awkwardly against the glass, your body shifting uncomfortably with every bump on the road.
Carefully, he moves a little closer.
Slowly, so carefully you don’t wake, he lifts a hand and gently guides your head away from the window, letting it rest against his shoulder instead.
“There…” he whispers softly.
Your head settles against him, your breathing evening out as you remain asleep, now in a far more comfortable position.
He stays still, not wanting to disturb you. But as the quiet of the ride settles in, he begins to feel his own exhaustion creeping in.
His eyes flutter shut.
And soon enough, he falls asleep too.
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Unbeknownst to the two of you, Sunoo, who had already taken the front seat earlier, insisting he wanted to ride shotgun instead of being stuck in the back with the supplies on the van, was quietly watching a movie on his phone.
At some point, he glanced up from his screen and caught a glimpse of the back seat through the rearview mirror.
His brows lifted slightly.
He shifted in his seat and turned just enough to look behind him directly.
There you were, fast asleep, your head resting gently on Sunghoon’s shoulder.
And Sunghoon, also asleep, his head slightly tilted toward yours.
A slow, mischievous grin spread across Sunoo’s face.
He paused his movie and casually raised his phone, snapping a photo of the two of you, clearly entertained.
“Interesting…” he muttered under his breath before returning his attention to the screen, as if nothing had happened.
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The morning two days after, you step out of the elevator, heading towards the doctors’ lounge, only to stop in your tracks.
A few feet ahead, you spot Sunghoon walking out of the operating room. He’s in the middle of removing his surgical gown and cap, his hair slightly disheveled as he runs a hand through it to fix it.
For a moment, you just watch him.
You were about to walk over, maybe ask how the procedure went when someone beats you to it.
“Doctor.”
You glance over.
It’s the nurse you met before, Wonyoung.
“How was the procedure?” she asks, her voice softer than usual.
“It was fine,” Sunghoon replies.
“Of course it went well. You’re good at what you do,” she says, stepping a little closer than necessary. “Do you need help with anything, Dr. Park? I can assist you in cleaning up.”
Before he can respond, she reaches out, noticing his collar slightly crooked from removing his surgical gown and fixes it herself.
You freeze.
For a second, you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. Your lips part slightly as you watch the interaction unfold, something uneasy settling in your chest.
She’s clearly flirting.
You wait, expecting Sunghoon to step back, to say something, to at least react.
But he doesn’t.
He just stands there, looking at her, almost as if he’s momentarily zoned out.
Something about that makes your chest tighten.
“Tsk.” You crossed your arms and turn away, not bothering to watch any longer.
Your steps are quicker now as you head straight to the doctors’ lounge, pushing the door open a little harder than necessary.
The sudden noise makes Jungwon look up from his laptop, slightly startled. “Y/N?” he says.
You pause, then let out a small breath. “Jungwon. I didn’t know you were here.”
“I’m just working on a report,” he replies, closing his laptop halfway. “What’s up? You look a little… irritated.”
You sit down beside him, crossing your arms as you lean back.
“Jungwon, do you know that newly hired nurse? The tall one who looks more like a supermodel than a nurse?”
He turns his chair toward you, giving you his full attention. His brows knit slightly as he thinks. “Nurse Wonyoung?”
“Yes, her,” you say quickly. “I just saw her flirting with Sunghoon out there. Can you believe that? A nurse who’s barely been here a month, hitting on a doctor?”
Jungwon lets out a small chuckle once you finish.
“Yeah, I believe you,” he says. “You don’t usually get this worked up over something small.”
You narrow your eyes slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” he leans back a bit, a teasing glint in his eyes, “you sound jealous.”
“Jealous?” you repeat, almost scoffing. “Of course not. He's my friend and I’m just looking out for him. You know it’s against company rules to date someone new.”
You can feel the warmth creeping up your cheeks.
“…Yeah right,” Jungwon says, clearly unconvinced.
You quickly stood up, not wanting to entertain his teasing any further. “Whatever. I’m going to grab something to eat.”
“Alright, Doc,” Jungwon says with a small teasing grin as you head for the door.
You walk down the hallway, your gaze lowered as you fumble through the pockets of your coat, searching for some cash. Distracted, you don’t notice where you’re going and end up bumping into someone.
It’s Sunghoon.
Your expression shifts almost instantly, your mood dropping the moment you realize it’s him.
“Where are you heading?” he asks, one brow slightly raised.
“Just going to buy some food,” you reply.
“Want me to come with you?” he offers.
“I’m fine,” you say a little too quickly. “I can manage on my own. Besides, I have a hysterectomy scheduled after this. I need to get back right away.”
The lie slips out easily, even though you know the surgery isn’t for another hour.
“Okay… just don’t forget to—”
You don’t let him finish.
You walked past him without another word, your steps just a little faster than before, the image of what you saw earlier still lingering stubbornly in your mind.
Maybe it was better to avoid him and push those resurfacing feelings back down. So that in the end, you wouldn’t end up getting hurt.
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The next few weeks stayed the same, you avoided Sunghoon as much as you could.
You grew distant. Conversations were cut short, small talk nonexistent, and every interaction between you was kept strictly professional.
It felt like the friendship you built with him had never existed at all, as you treated him the same way you had for years before.
“Working the night shift again?” He asked as you were waiting for your coffee at the vending machine.
You froze for a split second at the sound of his voice behind you, but quickly composed yourself.
“Yeah.”
The cup dropped into the slot. You took it without looking at him as you walked past him.
Sunghoon could only watch your retreating figure, letting out a quiet sigh as another attempt to start a conversation with you failed.
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Sunghoon leaned back against the counter in the doctors' lounge, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere distant. Jay glanced up from his phone and watched him for a moment before speaking.
“You’ve been like that all week,” he said.
Sunghoon didn’t respond.
“Actually,” Jay added, setting his phone down, “ever since she started avoiding you.”
That finally made Sunghoon look at him. “Avoiding?”
Jay let out a short scoff. “You didn’t notice?”
Before Sunghoon could answer, the door opened and Sunoo walked in, drink in hand, immediately sensing the tension.
“Notice what?” he asked casually.
Jay nodded towards Sunghoon. “He just realized.”
Sunoo blinked once, then laughed lightly. “No way.”
“What are you talking about?” Sunghoon frowned.
Sunoo leaned against the table, studying him. “You’ve been acting off for weeks.”
“I haven’t—”
“You have,” Jay cut in. “You’re more distracted. You forget small things, double-check things you normally don’t.”
Sunoo added, “And you keep looking towards her area even when you’re not assigned there.”
Sunghoon’s jaw tightened slightly. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It does,” Jay said calmly. A brief silence followed before Sunoo tilted his head.
“You didn’t even realize she was avoiding you until now.”
Sunghoon paused, thinking back. Vague replies, shorter conversations, the way you left early, the lack of eye contact. “…I thought she was just busy,” he muttered.
Jay shook his head. “You don’t believe that.”
Sunghoon didn’t answer.
Sunoo exhaled softly. “You’re not just noticing her.” He smirks slightly. “You’re affected by her.”
The words hung in the air.
Sunghoon scoffed weakly, but it lacked certainty. “I’m not affected.”
“Then why do you look like that every time she walks past you and doesn’t stop?” Sunoo asked simply.
Silence.
Jay crossed his arms. “You didn’t care before.”
Sunghoon frowned slightly. "What do you mean?”
“You used to be fine,” Jay said. “Now you’re not.”
Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "She’s been acting weird...”
Jay immediately corrected him. “No. You’ve been acting weird.”
Sunghoon looked between them, irritation flickering but it didn’t last. Because it was starting to feel… accurate.
Sunoo sighed and pushed himself off the table. “You know what your problem is?”
Sunghoon looked up. “What?”
“You think noticing her is enough,” Sunoo said simply.
That made him pause.
Jay added more quietly, “It’s not.”
Sunghoon frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Sunoo stepped closer, voice steady now. “You don’t get to just notice her forever.”
“You either do something about it or someone else eventually will. Like perhaps, Jungwon?”
That landed differently.
Sunghoon’s expression hardened. "What am I supposed to do?” Jay answered immediately. “Tell her.”
Sunghoon blinked. “Tell her what?” Sunoo lets out a short laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”
He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, tapping a few times before turning the screen toward Sunghoon.
The photo from the night of the medical mission appeared. You, asleep, your head resting on his shoulder. Him, leaning slightly toward you, closer than he remembered.
The room went quiet.
“How did you get that?" He coughs. "And you know, that was just an accident. I didn't mean to end up in that position,” Sunghoon said after a moment, but his voice was quieter now.
Sunoo hummed. “Sure.”
Jay added, almost matter-of-fact, “You don’t let people that close.”
Sunghoon didn’t respond. His eyes stayed on the photo longer than necessary. “Since when did I start doing things like that?” he muttered under his breath.
Neither Sunoo nor Jay answered.
Instead, they just watched him, because for the first time, Sunghoon wasn’t denying it anymore. He was thinking.
Then Sunoo spoke again, softer but sharper.
“You don’t have to keep pretending you don’t feel anything. We know.”
Jay nodded once. “Just talk to her.”
Sunoo tilted his phone slightly, still showing the photo. “Before someone else does.”
And this time, Sunghoon didn’t argue.
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You push through the operating room doors, the sterile air hitting you instantly as the urgency inside the room becomes clear. The patient is already on the table, breaths uneven, the monitor beside her flashing unstable vitals.
“Doctor, her blood pressure is dropping,” one of the nurses calls out.
“I see it,” you reply, already gloving up. “Prepare for immediate delivery.”
Jungwon stands across from you, already scrubbed in, eyes focused but tense. This is different from the cases he’s seen before, this one is slipping, and even he can feel it. The usual controlled rhythm of the operating room feels tighter, heavier.
You moved quickly, voice steady despite the rising pressure. “Ma’am, stay with me, okay? You’re doing well. Just a little more.”
The woman turns her head slightly towards you, her face pale, lips trembling. “Doctor…” her voice is weak, barely audible. “If something happens…”
You shake your head immediately. “Nothing is going to happen. We’re getting both of you through this.”
She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers weakly gripping the sheets. “Please… just save the baby.”
“No,” you say firmly, without hesitation. “We’re saving both of you. Stay with me.”
“Heart rate dropping!” another nurse calls.
“Let’s move, now.” The room shifts into rapid motion.
“Push,” you instruct, your tone controlled but urgent. “You have to push for me.” With one final effort, the baby is delivered.
A second of silence, then a cry fills the room, strong and alive.
“Baby’s out,” you announced, a flicker of relief passing through the team.
But it doesn’t last.
“Doctor, she’s bleeding heavily!”
You look down, there's far more blood than before as it pooled rapidly.
“Start uterotonics. Apply pressure, now!” you order, your voice sharper now.
Jungwon hesitates for a fraction of a second before moving, following your commands, his movements slightly rushed.
“Ma’am, stay with me!” you call, louder now. “Stay with me!”
The monitor begins to slow.
“No, no, come on,” you mutter under your breath. “We’re not losing you.”
“BP unrecordable!”
“Prepare for resuscitation!”
The flatline cuts through the room. Followed by a long, continuous sound.
“No!” you shout, immediately stepping in. “Start CPR!”
You begin compressions, counting under your breath, your movements precise but desperate.
“Come on… come on…” you whisper, your voice cracking just slightly.
Jungwon watches for a brief moment, then steps in to assist, swallowing hard as he follows your lead.
Minutes pass, but the monitor doesn’t change.
The sound remains flat as your movements slow down.
The weight of the silence settles heavily in the room, no one daring to speak. For a moment, you just stare at the monitor, as if waiting for it to change. It doesn’t.
You inhale slowly, forcing yourself to straighten.
“Time of death,” you say, your voice quieter now, but steady as you glance at the clock. “4:56 pm.”
The baby’s cries echo faintly from across the room, a sharp contrast to the stillness surrounding you.
You turn your head towards Jungwon, your expression composed, but your eyes betray a flicker of something deeper.
“Transfer the baby to the newborn unit,” you instruct. “Go with the nurses.”
Jungwon nods, swallowing hard as two nurses carefully prepare the infant.
He hesitates for just a moment, looking back at you, before following them out.
You exhaled deeply, looking at the patient lying before you. Then you instructed the nurses on what to do with the body, ending with, “I’ll go inform her husband.”
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Pushing the operating room doors open, you stepped out into the hallway. The bright lights feel harsher now, the noise around you dull and distant. Across from you, her husband sits in the waiting area. The moment he sees you, he stands up quickly.
“Doc… how are they?” he asks as you approach.
You take a slow breath, steadying yourself, gathering the courage to say the words.
“I’m sorry, sir… but your wife didn’t make it,” you say quietly.
His shoulders drop as he looks down, his composure breaking as he starts to cry.
“…And the baby?” he asks after a moment, wiping at his tears.
“She’s alive,” you reply gently. “They’ve taken her to the newborn unit. I’ll let you know when it’s okay for you to visit.”
He nods weakly, trying to hold himself together.
“I’m… I’m sorry again for your loss,” you add, trying to sound professional despite the lump in your throat.
“It’s okay,” he says, though his voice trembles. “At least… at least you saved our baby. Thank you for that.”
You nod, offering a small, sympathetic smile as he turns and walks away, his steps heavy and unsteady.
You know it wasn't your fault, but deep down you still feel disappointed in yourself for not saving her.
As a doctor, moments like these are inevitable. But for you, it has only happened six times, including today. You always do your best to save your patients’ lives and you usually succeed. So when the worst happens, you can’t help but feel responsible, as if the loss was yours to carry.
You step aside, pressing a hand lightly against the wall as you take in a sharp breath. Tears begin to fall, quiet at first, then harder as the memory resurfaces, your patient’s face, the way she looked at you, trusting you when you promised to save both her and her baby.
“Y/N?” You heard someone call and you look up to see Sunghoon. You stared at him for a while, your expression a mix of surprise and nervous at the thought of him seeing your vulnerable side.
“Sunghoon, I—”
Before you can finish, he closes the distance and pulls you into a gentle embrace. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, guiding it to rest against his shoulder, while the other slowly rubs your back.
“Shh… it’s okay,” he murmurs softly. “You don’t have to explain anything.” He holds you carefully, like you might fall apart at any second.
You stayed like that for a while, crying into his shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around you.
You’re not sure how, but the simple gesture made you feel safe. The comfort you didn’t even realize you needed is suddenly there, steady and warm, easing the tightness in your chest little by little.
“I couldn’t save her,” you manage to say, your voice breaking as you pull away slightly, shaking your head. “I tried… but it wasn’t enough.”
“Hey, look at me.”
His hands gently cups your cheeks, guiding your gaze back to his.
“It’s not your fault,” he says softly. “It never was. So don’t blame yourself for what happened. You did everything you could.” His voice remains calm, comforting. “I’m like that too, I don’t always get to save my patients. But what matters is that you tried. That’s what counts.”
You swallow, nodding slowly as his words sink in.
“You’re right. Thank you,” you whisper.
He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to thank me. Just know that I’m always here for you.”
Your breath catches at that.
Your brows knit slightly as you search his face, trying to find even the slightest hint that he’s joking, but there’s nothing. Just sincerity, clear and unwavering in his eyes.
“Sunghoon…” you murmur.
“Yeah?” he responds, tilting his head slightly.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask quietly. “I’ve been a jerk to you these past few weeks but you’re still here, comforting me.”
Your gaze drops again, guilt creeping in.
“I don’t think I deserve your kindness… or even your friendship.”
Sunghoon shakes his head almost immediately. He lifts your chin gently with his finger, making you look at him again.
“I don’t care about the past few weeks,” he says. “You needed someone, so I came.”
Something in your chest stirs at that, soft and unfamiliar, yet overwhelming all at once. Your lips tremble slightly as your eyes begin to sting again.
“I’m so sorry,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
Before he can respond, you step forward and wrapped your arms around him once more, holding him tighter this time.
Sunghoon lets out a soft chuckle, clearly caught off guard, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he gently pats your back, his touch warm and reassuring as you cling to him.
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The next day after the incident, you, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Chaewon went out to eat together. It was Sunghoon’s idea, he said it might help cheer you up after everything that happened.
You sat at the table with Chaewon beside you and Sunghoon across from you.
As you waited for your food, you glanced at him and smiled. “Sunghoon, thank you for this. I really needed it. I’m glad to have a friend like you.”
Then you looked over at Chaewon and Sunoo. “And you guys too.”
“Aww, no problem, babes. We’re always here to cheer you up,” Chaewon replied, wrapping an arm around you in a side hug.
“Friends?” Sunoo suddenly echoed, glancing at Sunghoon from the corner of his eye.
You blinked, confused.
“Oh– I mean… yeah, you’re welcome,” he quickly corrected, offering an awkward smile.
Before you could question it further, the food arrived, filling the table and momentarily shifting everyone’s attention.
The conversation died down as you all started eating, the clinking of utensils replacing it.
A few minutes in, Sunoo suddenly stood up.
“I just need to go to the restroom,” he said casually, then turned to Sunghoon. “Come with me.”
Before Sunghoon could even react, Sunoo was already pulling him up from his seat. Sunghoon barely had time to set his fork down, looking completely caught off guard as he was dragged along.
You watched them walk away, brows slightly furrowed.
“What was that about?” Chaewon asked.
You shrugged, just as confused. “I have no idea.”
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As you walked back to the hospital, you decided to bring up what happened earlier.
“So… are you going to tell me what that was about, or am I supposed to pretend it was nothing?” you asked, glancing at Sunghoon.
“What? That?” Sunghoon replied casually, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Sunoo was just overreacting about something.”
“Really…” you said, clearly unconvinced. “What kind of something?”
He rolled his eyes slightly, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s just between me and him. Don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it ever concerns you.”
You let out a quiet sigh, deciding not to push further. “Okay, fine. I’ll believe you. As long as it’s not about a secret crush or anything, then I’m out.”
“What?” Sunghoon suddenly said, a bit too quickly.
You frowned, studying his reaction. “Huh…?” Then it clicked. “Wait… I’m right?”
“N-no, you’re not,” he denied, but the tips of his ears turned noticeably red.
A laugh slipped out of you. “Hey, relax. I won’t tell anyone,” you said, nudging him lightly. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
He glanced at you, still unsure whether to believe you.
“I think I already have an idea who it is,” you added, a teasing smile forming. “And don’t worry, I support you.”
“Oh…” Sunghoon exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “T– thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you replied with a small smile.
You looked away after that, your chest tightening just a little, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Relief, because Sunghoon trusted you with something so personal, and disappointment, because you hadn’t expected him to like Wonyoung back.
You thought you had successfully buried those feelings long ago, but hearing him admit he had a crush still stung more than you were willing to admit.
It’s fine, you told yourself. As long as you stayed good friends, that would be enough.
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The fluorescent lights in the doctors’ lounge felt harsher than usual.
Maybe it was the hour. Maybe it was the exhaustion settling deep into your bones. Or maybe it was the way the numbers on the chart in front of you refused to make sense no matter how many times you read them.
Beside you, the cup of coffee you bought earlier had long gone lukewarm.
You reached for it anyway, bringing it to your lips in a half-hearted attempt to wake yourself up.
The bitter taste lingered, but it did little to chase away the heaviness in your eyes. If anything, it only reminded you how tired you really were.
You blinked once. Twice.
Still, the words blurred.
With a quiet sigh, you leaned back slightly in your chair, pressing your fingers against your temple as if that would somehow force your mind to cooperate. It didn’t. If anything, the silence of the room only made your thoughts louder and harder to ignore.
You didn’t even realize you were staring blankly at the same line for the past five minutes.
“You’re going to misread that.”
The voice came from behind you, calm and familiar, cutting through your haze like it always did.
You didn’t turn immediately. Instead, you let out a small breath, somewhere between a tired laugh and defeat.
“I’m not,” you muttered weakly, eyes still on the chart. “I’m just… taking my time.”
There was a pause. Then the sound of footsteps, slow, unhurried, coming closer.
“You’ve been ‘taking your time’ on the same page since I got here,” he replied.
You finally turned, meeting Sunghoon’s gaze. His expression wasn’t mocking, nor was it particularly soft, it was something in between, the kind you had learned to read over the years. Observant. Quietly concerned.
You straightened a little in your seat, as if that alone could prove your point.
“I’m fine,” you insisted, though even you could hear how unconvincing it sounded.
His eyes flickered briefly to the untouched coffee beside you, then back to your face.
“You didn’t even finish that,” he pointed out.
You glanced at the cup, then away. “It’s not working,” you admitted under your breath.
That was when his expression shifted, just slightly.
“…Come on.”
You frowned slightly. “What?”
“Come on,” he repeated, already turning away as if he expected you to follow.
You stared at his back for a second, then let out a quiet sigh before pushing your chair back. The legs scraped softly against the floor as you stood, grabbing your coat almost out of habit.
“Where are we going?” you asked, trailing after him.
“Fresh air,” he said simply. “Since that clearly isn’t working.”
You glanced back once at the abandoned cup of coffee on the table before following him out.
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The hallway was quieter than usual.
Your footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floors, falling into rhythm with his. Neither of you spoke, and yet the silence felt… comfortable. Familiar. It wrapped around the two of you like something well-worn, something neither of you questioned anymore.
The elevator ride was short.
You leaned lightly against the wall, arms loosely crossed, your head tilting back just enough for your eyes to close for a second. The hum of the elevator was almost lulling, dangerously so.
“You’re actually going to fall asleep standing up,” Sunghoon muttered.
You opened one eye lazily. “I’m not that far gone.”
He didn’t respond, but you felt his gaze stayed on you for a brief moment.
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The rooftop door creaked softly as he pushed it open.
The moment you stepped out, the cold night air hits your face, sharp and refreshing. It stole the warmth lingering on your skin and replaced it with something clearer.
You inhaled deeply.
And for the first time in hours, your head felt lighter.
“…Okay,” you admitted, stepping forward. “That actually helped.”
The wind picked up slightly, brushing past you and tugging at the edges of your coat. Fabric shifted, swaying gently with each passing breeze, the night wrapping itself around you in quiet movements.
You walked towards the railing, resting your hands against the cool metal as you looked out at the city below. Lights flickered in the distance, cars moving like slow, distant streams.
For a moment, everything felt far away.
“Thanks for this,” you said softly.
No response.
You glanced over your shoulder.
Sunghoon stood a few steps behind you, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, his posture relaxed but his gaze wasn’t on the view.
It was on you.
You turned slightly, brows knitting together. “What?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he took a step closer.
Then another.
The faint sound of his shoes against the concrete felt louder than it should have, each step closing the space between you until he was standing beside you, closer than usual.
Close enough for you to notice the way the wind shifted his hair slightly.
Close enough to see the way his eyes caught the city lights.
The way they seemed to twinkle, just barely, as he looked at you, not distant, but focused in a way that made your chest tighten without warning.
Something in your expression must have changed, because his gaze softened a little.
“You know, lately…” he began slowly, his voice lower now, steadier but heavier somehow. “I’ve been noticing things I didn’t before.”
Your breath hitched, just slightly.
“I thought it was nothing,” he continued. “I told myself it didn’t matter.” Then he took another step closer.
You didn’t move.
“But it keeps coming back,” he said, softer now. “No matter how much I try to ignore it.”
Your heart was beating faster now, louder than the wind, louder than your thoughts.
You couldn’t look away, not when he was standing this close, not when his voice sounded like that.
“Look, Y/N…” he said, your name quieter than you had ever heard it from him.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you something—”
A sharp sound cut through the air.
Your phone rang.
The sudden noise felt almost too loud in contrast to the stillness that had built up around you. You flinched slightly, breaking eye contact as you reached into your pocket.
Jungwon’s name flashes on your caller ID the moment you pick up.
Before you can even speak, his voice comes through urgently. “Y/N, there’s a woman in active labor with complications. We need you here now.”
“Okay, I’m coming,” you reply, your voice cutting through the quiet rooftop.
The wind is still, almost cruelly calm compared to the urgency in his tone.
You turn to Sunghoon, and for a brief second, your expression softens with guilt. “There’s an emergency. You can tell me that next time, okay?”
“Oh… okay,” he says quietly, the disappointment flickering across his face before he can hide it.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” you add, already stepping back.
And just like that, you’re gone.
Sunghoon watches as you rush towards the door, your coat trailing behind you, footsteps echoing sharply before fading completely into the hospital corridor.
The rooftop falls silent again.
He stays there for a moment longer, unmoving, the wind brushing through his hair as if time itself has slowed down just for him.
A small breath escapes him, almost a sigh, as he looks at the empty space where you were standing just seconds ago.
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author's note: wow, 12K words, this is actually my first time writing a fic that reached this word count
i really enjoyed writing this, which is probably why it ended up this long haha. as a med student myself, i got especially excited while writing the medical parts. and i think this is, by far, my favorite fic that I’ve written so far
i hope you were able to read it until the end >< even if it didn’t fully meet your expectations, i genuinely did my best to pour my heart into this fic (which I think I somehow did hehe)
