K-POP Girl Imagines Pt. 4

Meant To Be IV-Saerom

Saerom (fromis_9) x Male Reader
Angst & Fluff
(A/n: Requested but they asked not to be mentioned.)

Y/n's POV

"Well," the doctor sighed. "Good news is that your leg is fine."

"Bad news?" I cringed.

"Your prosthetic is broken," he scratched his head. "You'll need a new one."

"Okay," I nodded. "How much will that be?"

"Charge it to me," Captain Hwang grabbed my shoulder. "Get it with the best material there is, he'll need it for keeping up with his daughter."

The doctor nodded and left the room.

"Sir?" I raised a brow.

"Andersen and Finley told me what happened," he sat next to me. "How are you feeling, Staff Sergeant?"

"I don't know how to feel," I looked down. "I knew she would probably move on if I never came home......I just didn't expect it to be him."

"Are you going to try again?" He held my shoulder.

"Should I?" I felt my heart race. "What if she is adamant about staying with him? And she-?"

"Y/n," Captain Hwang stopped me. "If she loves you, it'll take some time but she will come around. If it's meant to be, it'll work out, alright?"

"Yes sir," I nodded.

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"The rod is made from titanium," the doctor explained. "This won't lock up or snap like the last one so easily."

"Give it a go," Captain Hwang smiled.

I got up, walking around fairly comfortable.

"What do you think, Kim?" He asked.

"This feels so much better," I walked back to the doctor. "It's more natural."

"Alright," the doctor looked to Captain Hwang. "I'll go get the receipts for you sir."

I walked to Captain Hwang and extended my hand. He shook it firmly, pulling me into a hug.

"Go get your girls back," he patted my back. "Finley is upstairs waiting. Andersen is pulling the car around. They have strict orders to take you to get cleaned up and try with your wife again."

"Thank you sir," I whispered.

I stepped back, saluting him. He saluted back before I left the office.

"Bloody hell," Finley looked at me shocked. "Two weeks and you look like shit."

I glared at him.

"I meant that respectfully Staff Sergeant," he gave me an uneasy smile.

"Get in love birds!" Andersen yelled from the car. "You can make out in the back!"

~~TINY TIME SKIP~~

"Okay so am I shaving it all off or just touching it up?" The stylist asked.

"If I may," Finley stepped behind me. "None of this, yeah?"

He pointed to my facial hair.

"And then maybe this," he showed her a picture. "Make him.....sexy."

"Ah sexy," the stylist smiled. "I can do that."

"Finny go wait in the car," I whispered.

"Why?" He scoffed. "She speaks English, I speak English."

"You're making an ass of yourself," I glared playfully.