Dahyun's pov:
“In medicine, lines are drawn everywhere—between life and death, between the personal and the professional. The hardest part is knowing which lines you can cross and which ones you can’t. As a doctor, you’re trained to be disciplined, to follow the rules. But sometimes, the rules are the very thing that makes everything so... complicated.”
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*nterns' Lounge - Changing Into Scrubs
Dahyun yanked on her scrubs in frustration, the fabric snapping as she pulled it over her head. The tension in her body was visible in every movement—her fingers practically stabbing at her ID badge as she clipped it onto her scrub pocket. Across the room, Sana and Jihyo exchanged amused glances, barely able to contain their giggles.
“Let me guess,” Jihyo said, feigning innocence as she pulled on her own scrubs. “You got assigned to Dr. Kang’s service again?”
Dahyun groaned, rolling her eyes. “Of course I did. It's like some kind of twisted punishment. Dr. Im keeps putting me under his service and I don’t know why!”
Sana snorted, unable to hold back. “Maybe it’s because of that... unforgettable moment in the bar?”
Jihyo laughed, adding, “You did kind of make a *lasting* impression.”
“Ha ha,” Dahyun muttered, tossing her bag into the locker with more force than necessary. “Very funny. I wish they’d just assign me to another attending for once. I can’t even focus around him. Every time I walk into the OR, I just remember how I basically yelled at him in public. And now, he’s my boss. It’s... mortifying.”
Sana grinned, leaning against the locker. “You’ve got to admit, it’s kind of hilarious. You were so worked up over an innocent joke, and now you’re stuck working with him.”
“Stuck is an understatement,” Dahyun muttered, tying her hair back with a scrunchie. “And it doesn’t help that he’s actually a great surgeon. I can’t even hate him for that.”
Jihyo leaned in, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Great surgeon or... great good-looking surgeon?”
Dahyun’s head shot up, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t say that!”
Sana let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, Dahyun has a crush on her attending!”
“Guys!” Dahyun hissed, looking around as if someone might overhear them. “Keep your voices down!”
Jihyo smirked, clearly enjoying every second of Dahyun’s discomfort. “Relax, it’s just us. But seriously, Dahyun, are you... you know... feeling something?”
“No,” Dahyun said quickly, shaking her head. “I mean, he’s good-looking, sure, but it’s not like that. It *can’t* be like that. It’s a terrible idea.”
Sana raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because he’s an *attending*,” Dahyun said, her voice firm. “He’s my boss. It’s against the hospital rules, and it’s... it’s unprofessional. And besides, it’s not like he’s interested in me.”
Jihyo looked at her with a knowing smile. “You sure about that?”
Dahyun opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, her pager went off, signaling another surgery. She sighed, glancing at the message. “Great. Guess who I’m assisting again?”
Sana and Jihyo burst into laughter as Dahyun gave them a mock glare before rushing off to the OR.
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