While everyone's busy with the high profile case, on the other side of the hospital, Dr. Kim Jisoo and her inter Dr. Min Yoongi was busy saving a fetus life.
Yoongi stood across from Dr. Kim Jisoo, carefully holding the suction while she delicately sutured the tiny incision on their neonatal patient. The soft hum of monitors filled the room, punctuated only by the occasional instruction from Jisoo.
"And... done," Jisoo said, tying the final suture. She glanced at Yoongi, a sly smile on her face. "So, Dr. Min, aren't you jealous? Your friends are all dealing with Dong-joo's big brain case, and here you are with me and our pink scrubs."
Yoongi chuckled softly. "Not really. I think babies are more interesting than tumors growing in brains."
Jisoo laughed, her voice light as she stepped back to admire their work. "Is that so? Or are you just desperate to assist on any case at this point?"
Yoongi grinned sheepishly. "Okay, fine. I'm desperate."
"Desperation is an honest motivator," Jisoo quipped, removing her gloves. "You know, a lot of people look down on us pink-scrub doctors. They think neonatal surgeries aren't as glamorous as saving adults with complex cases. But there's a unique kind of joy in saving a little life that's just begun." Her tone softened, a hint of passion in her voice. "And the mothers-my God, the mothers. No one hurts more than they do when their baby isn't okay. That's why I chose this field. It's about more than just surgery; it's about giving families hope."
Yoongi listened intently, a rare seriousness in his expression. "That's... incredible. I never thought about it like that."
Jisoo glanced at him, her tone lightening. "Speaking of specialties, have you figured out what you want to do yet?"
He hesitated. "Honestly? No idea. Is that bad?"
Jisoo smiled warmly. "Not at all. You're still learning, and that's okay. Some people take years to figure it out. Just remember, when the right opportunity comes along, don't let it slip away."
Her words struck a chord. Yoongi's mind drifted to Lisa-Dr. Lalisa Manobal-the resident who's known to be an orthopedic goddess had casually slipped him her number weeks ago. He'd been too shy, too overwhelmed to call her. But he remembered the last time he saw her; the slight disappointment in her eyes when he avoided her gaze.
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After the Surgery, Yoongi wandered the hospital halls, his thoughts consumed by Jisoo's advice. The idea of lost chances gnawed at him. He began asking around for Lisa's whereabouts, but no one seemed to know. Frustrated but determined, he checked every floor, every corner, until he found himself on the rooftop garden, ready to give up.
And there she was.
Lisa stood near the edge of the garden, gazing at the city skyline. Her blue scrubs shimmered faintly in the evening light. Yoongi froze, his heart pounding. Summoning every ounce of courage, he approached her.
"Dr. Manobal!" he blurted, slightly out of breath.
Lisa turned, her brows lifting in surprise. "Yoongi? What are you doing here?"
He didn't stop to think, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm sorry! I mean, I'm really, really sorry for not calling you. I know you gave me your number, and I should have called, but I didn't because I was... shy. And confused. Honestly, I couldn't figure out why someone as amazing as you would give me your number. I thought maybe it was a mistake, or maybe you were joking, and-"
"Yoongi," Lisa interrupted, her lips twitching with amusement.
"Wait, let me finish!" he yelped, shutting his eyes tightly. "So, um, I'm saying it now-I like you. And if you're still interested, I'd really, really like to take you out. Like, on a date. Tonight. Or whenever you're free. Just... please don't reject me while my eyes are closed, okay?"
