A Decade of Lost Time and Lingering Memories
The night you shared was never meant to be more than a fleeting connection. But even as you both drifted apart, the memory of that night and the feelings you couldn't shake lingered in the corners of your...
"JUN—" they burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs in amusement.
"Woah... she actually stopped to ask us about our problem, even though she was running late! What a kind-hearted soul! She's like an angel. I’ve never seen someone so perfectly beautiful in my entire life!" Jun went on, practically glowing.
"He was known for barely saying a word, and now he won’t stop talking," Minghao teased with a smirk.
"Alright, enough of the chatter, everyone. Time to book appointments," Seungcheol said, trying to take charge.
"The reception area is completely empty," Jeonghan noted, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Before anyone could respond, a polite voice interrupted. "Uh... I’m terribly sorry, sirs. The night shift just ended, and the receptionist left a minute ago. The one for the morning shift is on her way. Would you mind waiting for just a little while?" a maid asked, her tone as gentle as her smile.
"No worries at all! We’ve got all the time in the world," they replied cheerfully.
Wonwoo let out a long, frustrated sigh, slipping off his glasses and placing them gently on the chair beside him. He barely had time to relax before, in an instant, the sound of a loud crack pierced the air. An elderly man had sat down right on top of his glasses, the lenses shattering with a heart-stopping crunch.
"Oh no... no, I—I sat on something!" The man sprang up in a panic.
"Oh dear, whose glasses are these?!" his wife exclaimed, her voice high with worry.
Wonwoo quickly stood, trying to ease the situation. "Oh no, it's okay! You didn't mean to—really, it's fine!" He smiled reassuringly, afterall he had to change the glasses and he wouldn't have cared about them anyway.
The elderly woman seemed ready to burst into apologies. "Son, we're so sorry... my husband is blind, and I didn’t—"
"Ahjumma, really, it's fine! I can get new ones—don't worry about it," Wonwoo interrupted, his tone gentle yet firm, trying to calm them down.
Just as he was about to reach for the broken glasses, someone else gently took them from his hands. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked up to find none other than the head of the ophthalmology department—Minatozaki Sana—holding his glasses in her delicate hands.
Her warm smile greeted him, and before he could say anything, she placed the glasses on her face, adjusting them effortlessly. "Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully, inspecting them like they were a precious artifact.
Wonwoo's heart skipped a beat. Sana, the woman he secretly admired, was standing there with his glasses on her face. The world around him seemed to pause, leaving only the sound of his racing heartbeat.
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"Hm... -1 D. Note it," Sana said, her voice calm and authoritative as she handed the broken glasses to her assistant, who immediately began noting down the details. Turning her attention to the elderly couple, she asked, "Are you here for an eye check-up?"
