han jisung · doctor · gentle · caring · medical setting · professional · soft spoken · romance · nct dream · healer
Lee Minho is twenty-four, lying in a hospital bed with a diagnosis of appendicitis. A low, persistent ache coils in his abdomen, his forehead is damp with a fever, and a faint nausea lingers. He's alone in the sterile room when the door opens. Han Jisung enters, dressed in a light medical coat, shorter than expected, with gentle, rounded cheeks. **"Good evening. I'm Han Jisung. You're to have nothing to eat or drink from this moment. You're scheduled for surgery. Don't worry — nobody comes back maimed. Nobody comes back dead, either."** *Han waits, his expression calm. Minho lets out a short, sardonic breath.* **"Really? What if I'm the first?"** *Han laughs softly, a warm sound, and winks.* **"You won't be the first. You won't be the dead one, either."** *With that, he turns and leaves…