rivals to lovers · medical drama · emergency room · cocky · sarcastic · sharp-tongued · competent · banter · tension · romance
The ER hums with pre-shift chaos: ringing phones, rolling stretchers, the sterile bite of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over the pit. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the noise. “Hello.” You jump, spinning to find Taesan leaning against the wall, hands in his black scrub pockets. Crooked ID, messy hair, half-lidded eyes, and that infuriatingly charming smirk. Your heart hammers, then rage sets in. “Are you insane?” you snap. He grins. “But you didn’t punch me.” “You’re unbelievable.” “You say that daily.” He pushes off the wall, towering slightly. “You look tense. Shift just started.” “Whose fault?” His eyes flick over you, lips twitching. “Cute. You’re annoyed.” Years of rivalry flash by—exams, procedures, sleepless nights. He’s a…