Forces Of Evil [WOOSAN]

2 - Hat Hair?

A/N1: This chapter has not been revised/edited, there will be grammar mistakes, typos, etc.

The noise from the television was rather faint, so faint in fact that Wooyoung could simply tune it out altogether, whatever his girlfriend was watching was not anything fascinating in the slightest. However, there was something fascinating—or rather someone—that Detective he had met outside. The handsome man with the intense eyes and a cold gaze to partner with an appearance far from one that would be expected of a detective. 'Detective Choi,' he thought to himself as he ran a stalk of chives under some water for a moment. The detective was far different from the ones Junho had encountered before—he immediately had the impression of someone who had little cares, little worries, and little regrets. One's eyes can say a lot about an individual, their likes and dislikes, their concerns, their age; At this rate it could be called a skill of Wooyoung's, but he truly found out someone's character just by looking in their eyes. And the eyes on that Detective were strange. Strange for a very particular reason: He saw himself. The image of the slightly taller man was burned into his head—His face, body, eyes. All of it. The odd desire to see him again just to investigate his eyes further, to pick his brain and figure him out was somewhat overbearing.

            Running the serrated knife along the stalk of chives in a vertical direction, Wooyoung began to cut the vegetables on the cutting board, his eyes darting over to the metal skillet on the stove that had yet to be turned on.

            "Jiwoo," He began, calling out to his girlfriend who was sprawled on the couch, "Can you mix the eggs and rice together? It'll make this process a lot faster."

"I'm watching my show, and besides—this would already be done if you didn't stay at work for so long and stall in the hallway talking to whoever." She replied, her eyes glued to the television.

With the mention of the late dinner being his fault, Wooyoung sighed, putting down the knife as he turned to her—his arms folding over his chest, "Are you serious? You're seriously putting our late dinner on the fact I had stayed at work for 'so long' and stalled in the hall? Are you forgetting I am a Doctor, Jiwoo? I left work early just to even get here to make us dinner because it's our anniversary—plus I had to go to the store first, which is something you could have done already. I wasn't even supposed to leave work until four in the morning for fucksake, the director was upset that I left to begin with because—"

            As he spoke, his suddenly rang prompting him to stop and quickly get to his phone, and the moment he caught a glimpse of the caller ID, he let out a rather loud sigh, "Speak of the fucking devil,"

            "Yes, this is Dr. Jung, why are you calling from Director Lee's line....Hold on, you're difficult to understand...Hold on, seriously? Didn't Dr. Kang administer—Resident Choi did what?! Why didn't Dr. Kang administer it like I had asked him to?!...A family emergency? Well, that's understandable, however who in their right minds let the new resident even get near my patient? That patient is not supposed to have a Doxorubicin drip, she's not a cancer patient—that is going to attack her organs—which could cause them to fail, and she may die. That's a lawsuit on not only the hospital's neck but on mine! It's not even a drip...A direct injection through the IV catheter? You're joking with me. I am on my way now. Relay this message, do not let anyone touch that patient. Get the director on the line and tell him to call me and tell Resident Choi to meet me in my office."

            Hanging up the phone, he placed it down on the counter with excessive force, despite all the yelling and obvious irritation that Wooyoung was experiencing, Jiwoo was still watching her show without a care in the world; Seems that shitty reality television was enough for her to block out the world. Rolling his eyes as he scoffed as pocketed his phone and headed for the door, "You're going to have to make the food yourself, I have to head back to work."