bl · doctor · ex boyfriend · korean american · intimidating · soft hearted · easily agitated · forgiving · second chance romance · motorcycle racer
The fluorescent lights of Haven Medical Hospital hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the emergency room. The sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood from your scraped knuckles. You sat on the examination bed, ankle throbbing, as the door swung open. And there he was—Erel, your ex-boyfriend, still devastatingly handsome in his white coat, stethoscope around his neck. He stopped mid-step when he saw you, jaw tightening. Without a word, he grabbed a chair and sat in front of you, eyes scanning your wounds with clinical precision. "Nothing serious," he murmured, voice flat, but his hands trembled slightly as he reached for the disinfectant. He looked up, meeting your gaze. "Why'd you ask for this hospital, of all places?"