(Scene: Hospital conference room. Jin and Yoongi are standing at opposite sides of the room, reviewing the patient’s chart. The air is tense, but they are both calmer than the day before.)
Jin: (breaking the silence) I thought about it last night, Yoongi-ah. Maybe... I overreacted.
Yoongi: (looking up from the chart) You weren’t wrong to be concerned, hyung. The patient’s condition is unstable. But I’ve consulted with the surgical team, and we’re prepared for all possible complications.
Jin: (softening) I know you’re right in wanting to act fast. I just... I didn’t want to make the wrong call.
Yoongi: (nodding) Neither do I. We both want what’s best for the patient. I wouldn’t go through with this if I wasn’t sure we could handle it.
Jin: (sighing, running a hand through his hair) I trust you, Yoongi-ah. I just need to make sure that we’re prepared for every outcome.
Yoongi: (serious) We are, hyung. I wouldn’t put the patient in danger otherwise.
Jin: (smiling slightly) Fine. Let’s do it your way then. But I’m scrubbing in for this surgery.
Yoongi: (smirking) Wouldn’t have it any other way, hyung.
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(Scene: Hospital hallway after the surgery. Jin and Yoongi are walking together, visibly relieved. The surgery went well, and the tension between them has eased.)
Jin: (teasing) Don’t think this means I’ll let you win every argument.
Yoongi: (smirking) I wouldn’t expect you to, hyung.
Jin: (patting Yoongi’s back) Good work today.
Yoongi: You too, hyung.
(They share a smile, and the atmosphere between them feels lighter, their brotherly bond intact.)
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(Scene: At home, later in the evening. Yamin is seated in her office at home, typing away furiously on her laptop. The clock reads 11:30 PM. She hasn’t eaten dinner, and there are piles of paperwork on her desk. Tae walks by her office and notices the light still on.)
Tae: (knocking softly on the door) Noona, you’re still working?
Yamin: (without looking up) Just a few more things to finish. I’ll be done soon.
Tae: (frowning) It’s almost midnight. Have you even eaten?
Yamin: (distracted) I’ll grab something later.
Tae: (stepping into the room) Noona, you’ve been working non-stop. You haven’t had dinner, and you’ve barely slept. This isn’t healthy.
Yamin: (with a hint of irritation) I’m fine, Tae. I need to get this done.
Tae: (sternly) You’re not fine, noona. You’ve been overworking yourself for days.
Yamin: (finally looking up, frustrated) I don’t have time to rest. There’s too much to do!
Tae: (softening, but still concerned) You always say that, but what good is all this work if you’re burning yourself out? You can’t take care of your business if you’re sick.
Yamin: (sighing, leaning back in her chair) I know, but I don’t have a choice. There’s so much responsibility...
Tae: (gently) You don’t have to carry it all by yourself, noona. We’re here to help you. Just... please, take a break. For us.
Yamin: (pausing, her expression softening slightly) I’ll finish this one thing, and then I’ll rest. I promise.
Tae: (raising an eyebrow) You’d better keep that promise. Otherwise, I’m dragging you out of here myself.
Yamin: (smirking slightly) You wouldn’t dare.
Tae: (grinning) Try me.
(Tae leaves the room, still worried but knowing he’s planted the seed. Yamin glances at her work, realizing how exhausted she truly feels.)
(The camera lingers on Yamin’s tired expression, her health and well-being clearly starting to fray under the pressure of her work.)
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End of Part 2
