…..the tables have turned…..sehun/you (you as in mel you), doctor au
omfg I hate you so much jk love you sempai don’t hate me
"Doctor Oh, have you completed the charts for the patients in room 176 and 88?" you called out, trying to hide the bitterness in your voice; of all of the senior residents at E-X-O General you had to get stuck with the most irritating (yet somewhat attractive) medical prodigy.
You nearly leapt up a foot off the ground as you turned to see your quote-on-quote “rival” standing directly behind you; the two folders grasped tightly in his long, slender fingers.
"Doctor Wong, are you feeling alright…you look sort of…pale…ah, should I get someone else to cover your appendectomy this afternoon while I take you home for some rest?" his quiet voice murmured as his hands swiftly grazed your waist; the two folders were quickly left forgotten on the receptionist’s desk as the two of you made a discrete disappearance to an on-call room for a remedy that was prescribed as "doctors orders."
