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- Jimin


My hand reached for the vibrating and noisy device on my desk. Still half-awake and half-asleep, I turned off the alarm and removed the blanket off from covering my body. Frowning a little from the light passing through the window, my eyes slightly open in the realization...



Days off are done.



After the medical mission, we are given days to rest and now it's all done. We're going back to work, to do our job, save lives, monitor sick people, watch each other outside and inside the hospital, take care of everyone... think of each people around you, care for them more than yourself. It's already our passion, doctor's passion, to do these things but as of now, thinking that I will enter that same hospital as them makes me feel like I don't want to go or do the things I need to do.



I will surely see them, how can I not? Same building, same job, same schedules. I feel suffocated just by thinking about it but as a doctor, these things should be nothing, should be neglected so I hopped off of the bed and headed straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After grooming myself, wearing  a polo, a pants, a pair of hoes and my coat where my name and medical degree are written, I walked out of my room and...



Was halted upon smelling a food being cooked from the kitchen. I rushed to see who it is, and I just heard a long beep blocking my ears upon recognizing the person in the kitchen. My eyes can't even blink while my mind lagged, processing the current situation. I'm a doctor, should be alert and attentive but this...



"Oh, you're already going to the hospital/ Why not have a breakfast first? I prepared it already."

          Quickly, I composed myself and stood properly, wore a cold facade and briefly answered with a question...



"Why are you here?"

       A smile formed on her lips, a tiny - painful smile.



"I... just wanted to get things clarified between you and me, Jimin."

        My brows twitched a little hearing that sure answer.



"What for?"

      Questioning the purpose and er purpose...



There's nothing coming out of her and it started to piss me off.



"What for.. Jongyeon?"

        Repeating the same question, this time, with her name being called.


I usually don't call her like that, I would call her sweet names like baby, babe, sweetheart, darling or whatsoever until she did what she did, cheating on me, that was the last time she heard me calling her by her name and tat was the last time we ever had a conversation eye to eye.

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