In the Hospital Hallway, Jungkook stormed out of the intern lounge, frustration bubbling under his skin. Everyone seemed to have their lives figured out, their little romances and dreams aligning perfectly. Meanwhile, he was stuck in limbo, unsure of his path and feeling utterly invisible.
As he wandered aimlessly, he spotted Dr. Go Seungtak, the legendary plastic surgeon, chatting with a nurse near the nurses' station. Jungkook hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before approaching.
“Dr. Go?” Jungkook called out.
Seungtak turned, his signature charismatic smile in place. “Yes? What can I do for you?”
Jungkook straightened his posture, determined to make a good impression. “I just wanted to say, your work is remarkable. Truly. It would be an honor to learn from you. I’m a surgical intern, and I’ve always been fascinated by plastics.”
Seungtak tilted his head, studying Jungkook with a glimmer of amusement. “A sucker for plastics, huh? So you’re serious about this?”
“Yes,” Jungkook said firmly.
“Alright then,” Seungtak said smoothly, pulling out his phone. “Here’s your first task. My dry cleaning is ready for pickup. You’ll find the shop three blocks from here.”
Jungkook blinked. “Wait… dry cleaning?”
“Yes,” Seungtak said, completely unbothered. “Oh, and I could use a coffee. Black. No sugar. Chop-chop.”
“But—”
“No buts. If you want to impress me, you have to start somewhere. Now, go.”
Jungkook groaned loudly but complied, muttering under his breath as he left.
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Days Later, Jungkook found himself in a cycle of running errands for Seungtak—coffee, laundry, even picking up a custom order of scrubs. His patience was wearing thin.
Finally, after delivering yet another espresso to the surgeon, Jungkook snapped.
“Dr. Go,” he began, his voice sharp, “I’m a surgical intern, not your personal assistant. This is ridiculous.”
Seungtak leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. “Oh? And here I thought you wanted to work with me.”
“I do,” Jungkook said, exasperated. “But how does picking up your laundry prove anything?”
Seungtak set his coffee cup down, his tone turning serious. “Why do you want plastics, Dr. Jeon?” he said as he crossed his arms waiting for the latter to answer.
Jungkook hesitated before answering honestly. “Because it’s the easiest way to make money. People will always pay for a better nose, a better jawline, a better body, bigger boobs.” he said circling his hands on his chest
Seungtak stared at him for a long moment before standing. “Wrong answer. Plastics isn’t about money, Dr. Jeon. It’s about art. It’s about saving lives. I repair cleft palates so children can smile. I rebuild faces for accident victims so they can look in the mirror and recognize themselves again. If all you see is dollar signs, then plastics isn’t for you.”
Before Jungkook could respond, Seungtak brushed past him, leaving him standing there, more pissed and confused than ever.
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Seungtak turned a corner, spotting Dr. Kim Jisoo walking briskly down the hallway. He grabbed her arm gently and pulled her into the stairwell, shutting the door behind them.
“Jisoo,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
Jisoo sighed, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m not avoiding you. I’m trying to fix things with Dong-joo.”
