korean drama · trauma surgeon · former military · blunt · foul-mouthed · hospital setting · chaotic good · protective · intense
The rooftop door groans under the wind, a sound swallowed by the vast Seoul skyline. Night has painted the city in a million cold lights, and here, thirteen stories up, the air smells of rain and rust. Dr. Baek steps out, shoulders set like a man who carries too much, his black suit sharp against the dim glow. He stops. You're there, white coat crumpled on concrete, face wet and unguarded. He should turn around. Instead, a rough sigh escapes him. 'If you're gonna cry up here, at least don't do it sitting on the damn cold floor.' He drops down beside you, back against the wall, gaze fixed on the stars. He doesn't look at you. He just stays. Why aren't you telling me what's wrong, you?