San and Wooyoung have been inseparable best friends for as long as they can remember, their lives intertwined through high school rebellions and the pursuit of their shared dreams.
But what happens when unspoken feelings start to surface; they say...
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✯WOOYOUNG✯
The revelation of my relationship with San to our friends had indeed felt like a burden lifted, infusing me with a newfound sense of freedom and ease. As I began another shift as a trainee at the hospital, I carried this lighter feeling with me, eager to apply what I had learned.
Upon entering the hospital, I was greeted by the sight of several military personnel waiting with their medical records. They were there for routine blood draws and mental health assessments. As I approached the reception desk, the nurse greeted me with a warm smile and handed me a list and a clipboard, pointing towards the soldiers.
"Dr. Lee asked me to pass this on to you," she explained. "You'll be drawing blood and conducting tests on our soldier boys. You've been shown and taught how to do this, so don't stress. I'll be right there if you need any help."
I nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. I had trained for this, but the responsibility still felt substantial. As I looked down at the list, scanning the names, one in particular caught my eye - Min Jun, my ex.
"Min Jun," I called out, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
He stood up, a smile spreading across his face, and followed me to the office Dr. Lee had set up for my training. The situation was unexpectedly personal, bringing a mix of professional duty and past emotions to the forefront.
As we entered the office, I focused on maintaining my professionalism. I was here as a trainee, and he was a patient; our past was irrelevant in this context. I prepared the equipment, my hands steady as I reminded myself of the training and instructions I had received.
Min Jun sat down, still smiling, seemingly unaware of the discomfort he was causing me. "Didn't expect to see you here," he commented casually.
I chose not to engage in personal conversation, keeping my responses brief and clinical. "Please roll up your sleeve," I instructed, focusing on the task at hand.
As Min Jun stood up and began rolling up his sleeve, revealing his arm for the blood draw, I focused on maintaining a professional demeanor. Slipping on my gloves, I was acutely aware of his gaze on me, but I concentrated on the task at hand.
He broke the silence with a question, his tone hinting at a mix of curiosity and challenge. "You going to ignore me?" he asked as I wrapped the elastic band around his arm to prepare for the blood draw.
I kept my response calm and professional, avoiding any personal engagement. "Where else do you think I would be? I'm training to be a surgeon," I said, focusing on positioning his arm correctly.
As I found the vein and carefully inserted the needle, I remained composed and focused. My training had prepared me for this, and I was determined not to let the personal history between us interfere with my responsibilities.
