The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 1

8 🩺 Day One

'Oh. my. god.'

Mingi stood at the doors to the theatre that would house his first lecture for the semester. The building was exquisite, and suddenly his first day at med school felt surreal. Bustling around him were probably a hundred other students that were nervously and excitedly rushing into the amphitheatre to get a good seat, clutching textbooks and papers and laptops in their hands.

Mingi had heard plenty of stories from Seonghwa over the past years from his experience at med school, but no amount of preexposure could have readied him for the wave of nerves that hit him -

Ouch...!

Perhaps the nerves didn't hit him as hard as a girl that bumped into him did, dropping all of her documents and paper everywhere. Pages floated to the floor, all of them loosing their orders.

'Sorry!' Mingi immediately squatted down and started helping her gather all of her belongings.

'No I'm sorry. I should have been looking where I was going. I was just so nervous...'

As Mingi looked down, he saw that her hands were shaking. 'We're all nervous. Don't stress too much.' Having gathered a pile of documents, trying his best to group together like topics in her papers, Mingi handed them back to her. 'I'm Song Mingi.'

The girl, flustered, accepted her documents and pushed her hair back from her eyes, giving him a wide smile. 'Mingi! Nice to meet you! I'm Park Jiyeon.'

Returning her smile, Mingi was suddenly distracted from his little conversation, when a hand shot out and tapped Jiyeon on the shoulder. The hand belonged to a boy, dressed smartly yet plainly, wearing a dull expression on his face - his eyes void of all emotion other than annoyance. His other hand shot out, holding a couple of stray pages. 'I assume these are yours.'

His voice was flat and cold, and as Mingi looked at Jiyeon, he could see that whoever this person was, he had upset her with his curt tone. She nodded apologetically, attempting to hold her folders dangerously against her chest as she accepted the pages with both hands to be polite. Mingi was suddenly worried she'd drop them all over again... 'T-Thank you... Sorry,' she stuttered.

The boy blinked slowly, heaving a frustrated sigh. 'Be more careful next time. It'll take you forever to put everything back into order.'

Jiyeon looked like she wanted to cry as she watched the boy shove his hands into his pockets and walk into the lecture hall, a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. Clearly for whoever that guy was, their little exchange had already gone in one ear, out the other; out of sight, out of mind.

Mingi wanted to console the girl, but he didn't want to overstep his mark, so instead, he stepped in front of her view of the curt boy. 'Don't listen to him. It was a mistake, it could have easily been me, or her, or him,' he said, pointing at ransoms as they bushed past.

Jiyeon smiled shyly, still sad, but perhaps, and as Mingi hoped, a little more relaxed. 'Thank you, Mingi.'

Smiling, Mingi let her lead the way into the auditorium, and decided to sit with her, seeing as she was the only person he had made friends with. And as they slipped into a row of seats towards the middle, Mingi glanced back over his shoulder and saw the curt stranger sitting up the back by himself. He had his laptop out and a pen pinched between his teeth as he took a series of papers out of his bag and set them up on the small wrap-around-desk for the chair beside him.

He seemed cold, and he'd definitely come across harsh, but Mingi couldn't help but wonder what kind of person that boy actually was, because although he'd seemed distant and unkind, he couldn't help but feel that he just looked sad.

Or maybe he's just an asshole. Stop overthinking everything Min. Not everyone is an angel.

And with that, he got his books out and focused on his first lecture for semester.

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A/N: this fic makes me feel bad for not studying 😳😬