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THE STERILE SCENT OF THE ANTISEPTIC FILLED THE AIR AS YOU SCRUBBED IN FOR ANOTHER GRUELING AND TIRESOME SURGERY.
as a cardiothoracic surgeon at one of the top hospitals in the country, you were used to the high-pressure environment.
however, one thing you could never get used to was working alongside lee heeseung.
heeseung, with his sharp intellect and even sharper tongue, and his annoyingly angelic face— contrasting to his devilish personality was your professional rival.
as much as you hated to admit— he was as brilliant as he was infuriating, and every time your paths crossed, sparks flew—mostly in the form of heated arguments.
today was no different. you glanced at heeseung through the glass of the scrub room, noticing the way his jaw tightened as he prepared for the surgery. — more under cut !
he caught your eye and held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary with a small grin before it faded into a cocky smirk looking away, a silent challenge lingering in the air.
as you walked into the room, you felt yourself immediately grow agitated already at heeseung’s words.
“are you sure you should be near this patient, it would be a shame to put him at risk because of some dumbass with no surgical skills whatsoever..” he finished as the nurses around you sighed at the bickering to come.
“come on lee, you’re annoying everyone in the damn room. shut your pretty mouth and put those hands to use.”
“oh i know how to put these hands to use alright—“
“oh my fucking god, lee heeseun—“
before you could rebuttal, the nurse interrupted.
“um— the patient is under now.. could you do your job and talk about ‘putting those hands to use’ later?”
you winced at how informally you were talking in front of the nurses— lee heeseung sure does bring out the worst in you, alright.
“right… I’m sorry everyone!”
as the surgery began, you fell into the familiar rhythm, focusing on the delicate sutures and balance required to save a life.
the patient, a middle-aged man with severe coronary artery disease, was in an extreme critical condition.
every move had to be precise, every decision planned and flawless.
despite the tension between you and heeseung, both you and heeseung were professionals, completely focused on the task at hand.
the surgery proceeded smoothly until a complication arose—an unexpected tear in the arterial wall.
"we need to act fast," you said, your voice steady despite the panic and urgency.
"i know," heeseung replied tensely. "suction, now!"
you worked in quiet, the room silent except for the beeping of monitors and the soft clink of instruments.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, the crisis was under control, and the patient's condition stabilized.
as you stepped back, heeseung's eyes met yours again.
"good work," he said, but there was no warmth in his tone, only a grudging edge.
he was usually in a positive mood after a surgery had finished, but today something different— cold, almost angry sparked in his bambi eyes, leaving you in a sour mood.
the surgery had taken its toll, and you were completely exhausted.
you headed to the break room, hoping for even a small moment of peace with your growing headache, but heeseung followed you.
you could feel his eyes boring into your back as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.
"do you ever think before you act?" he snapped, breaking the silence.
you turned to face him, frowning at his accusatory tone.
"what are you on about now, lee?"
"if you hadn't hesitated, maybe we wouldn't have had that complication," he said, his words like a slap to the face.
you felt your blood boil. "are you seriously blaming me for that? we both know it was an unpredictable complication."
heeseung's eyes flashed with anger. "maybe if you paid more attention to the patient's history, you would have anticipated it."
“are you kidding me, heeseung? please, i can’t do this today—“
unfortunately, heeseung failed to notice the trembling in your voice and continued the growing argument.
“you can’t do this today? be so serious y/n, that man almost died today— you almost killed that man!”
the argument escalated quickly, voices rising as accusations flew back and forth.
finally, heeseung said something that cut deeper than any scalpel.
"maybe if you were more competent, our patient wouldn't have been at such risk of death because of you and you only!."
the room fell silent. his words hung in the air, heavy and unforgivable.
you felt your throat tighten, tears threatening to spill. without another word, you turned and walked out, leaving heeseung standing there, a look of shock and regret on his face.
days passed, and you avoided heeseung like the plague.
you switched shifts, took your breaks at odd times, and even walked the long way around the hospital to avoid running into him.
you knew it was petty— but you couldn't help it.
his words had hurt more than you wanted to admit.
heeseung, for his part, seemed increasingly frustrated. you could see him out of the corner of your eye, his gaze following you whenever you were in the same room.
he tried to approach you several times, but you always found a way to slip away before he could say anything.
your colleagues noticed the growing tension and ultimately decided on avoiding the two of you in the same room altogether.
it wasn't until you found yourself alone in the on-call room that heeseung had finally managed to corner you.
you were resting on the stiff bunk bed, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep when the door swung open.
to your surprise— heeseung stood in the doorway, his expression a mix of determination and desperation.
“oh, you’ve got to be kidding me—“
"we need to talk, y/n.." he said, closing the door behind him.
you sat up, crossing your arms defensively.
"there's nothing to talk about."
"yes, there is," he insisted, stepping closer.
"look— i didn't mean what i said the other day. i was angry and tired, and i took it out on you. it wasn't fair, and i'm sorry."
you looked away, the hurt still fresh. "you can't just say something like that and expect everything to be okay."
heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"i know. and i don't expect you to forgive me right away. but it hurts when you ignore me. we work together, and i... i can't stand the thought of you hating me."
you felt a pang of sympathy despite yourself.
"heeseung, it's not that easy. you really hurt me this time."
"i know," he said softly.
"and i'd do anything to make it right. even if it means losing all my dignity saying this."
you couldn't help it—a small giggle escaped your lips.
the idea of the usually stoic heeseung talking about losing his dignity was too much.
heeseung's eyes lit up at the sound, and a soft smile spread across his face.
"there it is," he said gently.
"that's the smile i've missed."
you shook your head, still smiling.
"you're impossible, lee heeseung."
heeseung took a step closer, his expression earnest.
"i mean it. i'm really sorry. can we.. start over?"
you hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"okay lee. but you owe me."
heeseung grinned. "anything you want. just name it."
"how about a date?" you suggested, your eyes widened, surprising yourself with your boldness.
heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, then softened. "a date? i'd like that."
he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. the touch was warm, comforting.
slowly, he leaned in, his lips nearly touching yours as he looked into your eyes with a gentleness.
“can i…”
“get on with it already, heeseung—“
suddenly his lips crashed against yours, meeting yours in a soft, delicate kiss.
it was gentle, feeling all the unspoken words and feelings from all these years of working together, bickering and the childish arguments.
when you finally pulled away, heeseung was smiling.
"so, about that date... when are you free?"
you giggled, the tension between you finally broken.
"how about tonight after our shift ends?"
"it's a date," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness and adoration.
as you left the on-call room together, you couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things would be different from now on.
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