Detach [Bbangsaz]

Saturn

A/N: Hello everyone. I have decided to not put a warning on the chapters that contains heavy materials. Please refer back to the first chapter to see the warnings. Thank you for your support and understanding. 

- HomeMadeEggTarts

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The sunlight seeped in through the window casting a warm ambiance inside of Minji's home office, faint sounds of a keyboard clicking with the occasional sip from a coffee mug filled the silence pin drop silence. The surgeon had woken up early to complete required follow-up documents she had been putting off for the past week or so, if she had gone even the tiniest little bit of a day longer without finalizing her reports, she may very well have gotten fired.

She is a woman known for always prioritizing her work; she wasn't going to simply throw the dream of a career out the window like useless garbage. After all she had fought for it with countless late nights, missed parties, broken relationships and tears. Her job was always something she could lean back on when things weren't going her way in her personal life, but now she couldn't understand why all of a sudden, she didn't feel that same enthusiasm she once felt burning inside her like an inextinguishable flame that served as the driving force of her career anymore.

Perhaps it was herself, her constant overthinking and anxiety; or could it be the new nurse recruit that was working her way towards being a surgeon; maybe it was the nepo-son of her father's business partner. It was an enigmatic painting or a seemingly impossible, that even the creator herself didn't know the solution to. She stopped typing on her keyboard as she felt this overwhelming urge to run her fingers through her dark locks and pull them out, she was on the brink of going insane, and that was a secret she kept locked up in the depths of the darkest parts of her now thawing frozen heart. The undersides of her eyes felt heavy, and she was suffering from a nasty headache.

She was pulled out of her episode of despair when several light knocks were placed on her door putting an abrupt stop to her rocky train of thought.

"I thought I told all the staff members to leave me alone!" Minji snapped.

"It's me, Soobin." A small whisper.

Minji sighed heavily as she attempted to calm herself and fix up her appearance. She always needed to present herself in one way, a confident, bold, and powerful woman. That was the only way for people to take her seriously and not look down upon her, especially her father.

Soobin cautiously let himself into Minji's office, not daring to take more than 3 steps inside. Instead, he opted to stand right in front of the door after he closed it. He stared at Minji's unreadable expression for a moment before he went to speak.

"I came here to apologize."

Minji sat in her office chair, as still as a statue, trying to process the words that came out of Soobin's mouth. She never expected him to apologize, even though it was fitting with his character to. She half expected him to not remember last night's events or just pretend like it didn't happen and move on. However, she quickly realized that she would be the person to pull something like that, not him. She sat upright in her chair, nodding to signal that he could continue to speak.

"Listen Minji I- I didn't mean to force myself onto you like that." He began while he looked at the floor and rubbed his left arm in nervousness.

Minji stayed quiet, giving him a chance to continue as it bought her more time to think of what to do next. It was starting to give her a mild headache from the intense thinking she was subjecting herself to, especially so early in the morning. Although her physical body looked as if she was actively listening and engaged in what Soobin had to say, she was actively dissociating as she painted a chart of possible outcomes in her mind. She was abruptly pulled out when Soobin stopped talking and there was an uncomfortable silence swelling up inside her office. She regained her attention and opened her mouth to speak, however it was futile as nothing came out. She was still trying to process the events of the night before; she wasn't expecting to have to face the inevitable reality so soon. If people spent less time redesigning the same phone and releasing it under an added number every year, and instead focused on making some sort of machine to warn people of things, perhaps the world would be a better place.