"Well you're definitely making rapid progress, there's no doubt about that. Just goes to show how you're a fighter Yeonjun-ssi."
Dr. Kim finishes scribbling on his clipboard and he looks up at me with a smile.
But it seems slightly strained, and it doesn't completely reach his eyes.
It's because of you.
You annoyed him with this whole 'weak and innocent' act.
There's no point being surprised.
I look down at my knee, so I'm not looking into Dr. Kim's chocolate orbs anymore.
I want to tell him now, but he looks stressed.
I hope he's okay.
Stop acting. You don't really care about him.
But I do. He's been nothing but supportive toward me.
Yeah right.
I do.
Keep lying to yourself.
How about you stop making decisions for me for once!
"...Dr Kim?"
He looks up at me.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit...stressed?"
The broad-shouldered just stares at me for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh and plopping onto my bed.
"Honestly Yeonjun? No, I'm not."
The doctor looks into the distance sadly.
Sitting up more, I reach for Dr. Kim's hand and hold it gently.
He turns and flashes another strained smile at me.
"Am I allowed to ask why?"
"You know that boy I introduced you to a few days ago, Choi Beomgyu?"
I nod.
"Yeah, he's really not doing well."
"Oh no."
"Yeah, and earlier, I didn't watch what I said, and accidentally upset him. I've lost him, Yeonjun."
I give him a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sure you haven't."
"Well, it feels like I have. That kid has been with me since he was 4 years old. He's like my child."
I squeeze the doctors hand.
Ew.
"I get that. Really, I do. I've been with Ryewook since I was 12, and he's like a Dad to me. And, if I'm being totally honest, he was really the only father-figure I've ever had in my life. That's why I was so reluctant to leave my old hospital. Because I was kinda...attached to him."
Why are you pouring your whole heart and soul out to him?! Does it look like he gives a damn? He's too caught up in his own shit!
Dr. Kim looks at me with soft eyes.
"I-I've...never really said that out loud before."
"Thank you for telling me that Yeonjun. That just made my day."
We sit in silence for a couple of moments, before:
"I don't really know what to do anymore Yeonjun. I've tried everything, and it seems like he's starting to get better and then, he relapses again. And when that happens, he gets worse than before. Everyday when I go to sleep, and when I wake up, I'm scared that I'll get a call from the hospital saying that Beomgyu has...passed away."
I set my jaw.
"No. Don't think that. He will be okay, Dr. Kim. He's survived this long, and gone through many up's and down's, I'm sure. But he overcame them. And he'll overcome this one. I will help too. I will talk to him, and do stuff with him. Make him feel happy."
Oo, look at little Yeonjun-wonjun, trying the be the hero.
The broad-shouldered doctor stares at me incredulously.
"You will?"
"Yes. Even if it's the last thing I do."
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HARD | A Beomgyu FF
Fanfiction"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥." When Yeonjun meets a troubled boy that most, if not all, have never heard speak, he makes it his mission to hear his voice. To see his happiness. To hear his joyful screams. The hear his laugh. After all...
