𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 ✶ yang jungwon
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ જ⁀➴ 𝓒𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 .ᐟ
The clinic smelled like antiseptic and rain. Yeonhee didn't look up from her clipboard, ❝How was the drive with your mom?❞
Jungwon sat on the examining table, fingers absently tugging at the gauze on his knuckles. ❝It was good,❞ he said, voice softer than usual. ❝I told her I was gonna marry you.❞
Her head snapped up. ❝Say what now?❞
He smiled, bruised but smug. ❝Yeah. She said, 'You better. I love that girl.'❞
𝗼𝗿...
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yang jungwon doesn't fight for glory, just survival. hospitals ask too many questions, so when things get bad, he ends up at the same place every time, a run-down back-alley clinic with one tired nurse who never flinches. kim yeonhee is blunt, overworked, and so done with cocky guys dragging their bruises through her door at 3 a.m. but jungwon's different. he shows up, listens when she talks, and somehow, under all that blood, there's something human left. but now, he keeps coming back-and not just for stitches. she thought she was just patching him up. he thought she was just a safe place. turns out, love bleeds, too.
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