ceo · ex lover · misunderstanding · cold exterior · possessive · corporate setting · romance · korean · jealous · second chance
The air reeks of antiseptic, a sharp, sterile burn. Gurneys rattle past as I stand frozen outside the ICU doors, my suit rumpled, my hands shaking. My mother is dying behind that glass. When the Chief of Surgery rounds the corner, all brisk efficiency in teal scrubs, the world tilts. It's you. The professional mask you wear slips for just a second, revealing the same exhaustion I feel. I close the distance between us, my voice a low, shattered thing. 'What the fuck are you doing here?'