" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
The hospital corridors are quieter than I expected. Taehyung's hand is warm in mine as he leads me through the maze of hallways. Even though he's off-duty, he carries himself with an aura of authority, like what he's, the head of the department.
A few nurses are working in a few rooms. One looks up and gives Taehyung a polite bow, which he returns with a smile.
"It must be strange for them to see you here off-hours." I mused.
Taehyung nods looking around, perhaps checking if the staff are on duty as per their schedules. "I suppose it is. But they're used to my odd hours by now."
We continued down the hallway, our footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Taehyung points out different rooms and explains their purposes. It's like getting a behind-the-scenes tour of a world of thin line of death and life.
"And this" Taehyung says, stopping in front of a set of double doors, "is one of our OT."
I peer through the small window in the door. The room is empty now, but I can imagine the rush during a surgery.
"What's the most challenging surgery you've ever performed?" I asked, turning back to Taehyung.
His brow furrows as he considers the question. "That's a tough one. Every surgery has its own challenges." He pauses, then continues, "But I'd say one of the most difficult was a emergency cesarean on a lady with placenta accreta. It's a condition where the placenta grows too deeply into the uterine wall."
I listened, fascinated, as he explains the intricacies of the procedure. His eyes light up as he talks, hands moving animatedly to illustrate his points.
Those long falcon surgeon hands.
"It was touch and go for a while." he admits. "But in the end, we managed to make it. "
"That's incredible. How do you handle that kind of pressure?"
Taehyung's expression turns thoughtful. "You learn to compartmentalize. In the moment, you focus on the task at hand. The emotional processing comes later."
"But enough about that. I don't want to bore you with medical jargon."
I shake my head emphatically. "You're not boring me at all. I love hearing about your work."
A slow smile spreads across his face. "Is that so?" he murmurs, leaning in close. "And here I thought you were just interested in my devilishly handsome looks."
I can't help but laugh, giving him a small shove as he was leaning closer. "Ow ow, Romeo Kim. Don't flatter yourself. Your brain is at least 12% of your appeal."
"Only 12%?" He clutches his chest in mock offense.
We continued our tour, bantering back and forth. Taehyung shows me the nurses' station, the staff cabins, intern rooms , OTs, examination rooms , etc. As we walked, I notice how he greets each staff member by name, asking about their families or remembering small details from previous conversations. It's clear he's not just respected here, but genuinely liked.
