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SAM
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"Doctor Kim?" I blinked, turning to the head nurse as she hands me the patient's chart.

"You're also a big fan of Yedam huh?" She grins and I smiled, giving a last glance to the TV where yedam— kyle— received an award as Artist of the Year. Ten years. It's been ten years since we saw each other. The remaining time of that plane ride was painful. Thankfully my parents picked me up from the airport so I wouldn't have to endure another hour with him in the car. As soon as I got inside my room, I collapsed crying.

If you ask me if I have regretted my decision, my answer is no. Cause he gave his dream a chance and look at where he is now. He looks very happy on stage and I have achieved my personal goals.

After that summer, he came to visit me at my apartment, asking what he needs to do to give us a chance. It hurts to see him cry for me. It took every will of my being not to wipe his tears and hug him. I told him to try at least  once— a step towards his dream. And a step was all it took.

I communicated with him less and less to not distract him so I buried myself in my studies. Our communication gradually ended as his career continued growing at a steady pace, making him a very busy and our schedules clashing.

We finally reached our goals, maybe we can finally be together? I chuckled bitterly at the thought. Shaking my head. I'm happy he's happy.

"How dare you!" Dr. Justin Park busted inside my office as the head nurse left, going straight to the couch, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest, wearing a frown on his handsome face.

"You should have told me you were taking a leave! Where are you going anyway?" I rolled my eyes at him and leaned back on my chair. "Busan."

He dramatically gasps and stood up straight, looked at the TV where Yedam's MV is now playing. "You're going to Busan Summer Festival?! without me!? And I thought we are friends!"

"As if they'd let us both on leave, so I had to be selfish" I shrugged and he huffs out in frustration, whining, "But you have seen him countless times! Give me this one time."

"No." I stuck my tongue out at him and he stick his tongue back out to me.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're my colleagues or my patients? No, my patients act more mature than you two." Dr. Kevin, a pediatrician walked in, sitting next to Justin.

"What are you fighting over again this time? I heard you're taking a leave?" He quirks a brow up to me.

"That's what he's sulking for." I pointed at Justin.

"He's going to Busan Summer Festival cause Yedam will be headlining." Kevin nods slowly then grins, "Want to go together? My boyfriend's performing too."

"WHAT?! You're going too!?" Now justin looks betrayed and scoffs, "As if Asahi would even give you a glance! Stop daydreaming!"

"Oh yeah, Hamada Asahi is also in the line up." I chewed my inner cheeks, Asahi's close with Kyle. They met in a variety show where people "ship" them. Society has started to open up with the minority, about damn time. It sure took a long ass time. It's still not that welcomed per se but at least there's a start.

I wouldn't be surprised if they're really dating. Arthur, is everything kyle would like. Especially how compatible they are with their music, and don't get me started with his looks.

"Can you two leave before you wreck my office?" I glared at the two who's now wrestling on my couch

"Why won't anyone believe me? You won't be invited to my wedding!" Kevin grumbled, fixing his coat.

"You should get your head checked, you're being delusional." Justin ducked as a throw pillow came his way.

"You deserve to be stuck here while Sam and I enjoy the festival." He sticks his tongue out to justin who grabbed his tongue and pulled it, making kevin smack his hand, groaning in pain. I laughed out loud, Idiots. "thank you for the stand up comedy but I would like peace in my room before you throw everything at each other." I stood up and grabbed my stuff, done for the day.

"So sam? Pick you up?" I nodded at kevin and bid goodbye to the two.

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