IT WAS NINE IN the morning, and Park Eun Ha was busy setting up for the day when someone rang the doorbell to her clinic.
Her secretary usually came in at half past nine, so the young doctor hurriedly dropped her things and went over to fetch the door herself.
"Good morning, sir, welcome to my clinic. I haven't finished setting up yet, but please take a seat in the meantime." She opened the door to find a young man with black shades standing outside, a scarf wrapped around his neck. "I won't take long. Please, come in."
He nodded his thanks and strode into the small, albeit polished, reception area. He wore a beige trench coat and had his hands stuck inside its pockets, looking around with quiet interest. Meanwhile, Eun Ha returned to her post behind the reception table, getting on her knees to fix the disconnected landline cable.
She sensed the visitor looking at her from above, and as a way to break the silence, she cleared her throat professionally and asked, "How can I help you today, sir?"
"I think I have a problem with my heart."
She bit her lip. He wasn't the first person to walk into her oncology clinic on the wrong whim, and it was slightly frustrating, really. "Ah, sir, I'm afraid I'm an oncologist, not a cardiologist. I can recommend Doctor – "
"But it's been hurting for ten whole years now," he whined, making Eun Ha pause and look up from her work. When she said nothing, though, he continued, an oddly familiar boyish grin sliding over his still unrecognisable face.
"It misses you," he said, taking off his sunglasses, "Doctor Park."
The wide grin. The eye smile. Those two things were exactly the same, and the rest of his face had developed to accommodate and accentuate them beautifully.
She rose and straightened her white doctor's coat with a tiny – okay, maybe a ton – of pride, and replied:
"Dokyeom."
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Stardust || Dokyeom ✔
Fanfiction[ highest ranking: #371 short story ] in which a girl helps a boy live out the dreams she can never reach.
