Episode2
1306 Words
Julia, exhausted, walked toward the reception desk. She glanced at the nurse sitting behind it.
"Can you give me Mr. Yang’s file?"
The nurse looked up the moment she heard Julia’s voice, giving her a warm smile. She stood up, walked to the shelf behind her, grabbed a stack of folders, and began scanning the names. When she spotted Yang, she slipped the file out.
“Here you go.”
Julia returned a tired smile, took the file, and started checking the patient’s chart.
“Tell Lee to go check on Mr. Yang. If he’s running a fever, tell her to give him an IV.”
The nurse nodded and murmured a soft “Okay.” under her breath.
Julia’s eyes landed on the biscuits sitting on the edge of the desk; her stomach growled loudly. She bent down to grab one.
Just as she reached for the biscuits, a familiar voice made her freeze and lift her head.
“Hello, good evening… I’m looking for Miss Jeon Miso. Where is she?”
The receptionist’s smile grew wide the moment she saw Jimin.
Julia, who definitely wasn’t expecting to see Jimin at this hour, raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Oh—Jimin-ssi! What are you doing here?”
Jimin flashed her a gentle, polite smile and bowed slightly. Julia bowed back.
“I came to pick up Miso. She’s late… I got worried.”
Julia couldn’t stop the quiet “lucky girl…” slipping from her lips.
“She’s upstairs. I’ll go call her.”
She smiled.
“Thanks. I’ll wait for her downstairs.”
Julia nodded and hurried toward the elevator.
Meanwhile, the receptionist kept staring at Jimin, her eyes practically scanning him from head to toe.
Jimin caught her staring, smiled politely, bowed again, and walked toward the exit.
Yura, walking by with another nurse, froze the second she saw him—eyes glued to the man leaving.
The other nurse nudged her shoulder, confused.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Yura blinked rapidly, snapping out of her trance. She tore her gaze away from the door where Jimin had just exited and turned to her friend.
“Did you see that guy?”
The other nurse raised a brow, confused.
Yura practically squealed.
“God, he’s perfect. A total gentleman… and that face— did you see that face?”
Her friend finally understood and burst out laughing, grabbing Yura’s wrist and pulling her down the hallway.
Yura, still lost in her fantasies, trailed behind her.
“Imagine if a guy like that belonged to me…”
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks like someone had pulled her plug. She yanked her hand free, eyes serious now.
“What if I ask Misu to give me his number?”
Her friend stared at her in disbelief, then let out a loud laugh.
“You’ve officially lost your mind.”
She shook her head and walked toward the break room.
“Hey! Wait— I’m serious!”
Yura shouted as she ran after her.
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Upstairs…
Misu opened her locker and began peeling off her clothes—everything was stained with blood. She shoved them inside, grabbed her spare outfit, and slipped into it quickly, letting her hair fall freely over her shoulders.
Just as she slung her bag over her shoulder and turned toward the door, she froze. Julia stood there, hands on her knees, panting like she had just run a marathon.
Misu stared at her, startled.
“What happened?”
Julia straightened with effort, still catching her breath.
“God damn you… I climbed all those stairs because of you.”
Misu frowned.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Julia pointed toward the window, then flashed a teasing smile.
“Your prince charming has arrived to pick you up.”
Confused, Misu hurried to the window.
Down on the street, exactly where Julia had pointed, sat a sleek black Porsche—
and Jimin behind the wheel.
Her breath hitched.
She stepped back from the window, wide-eyed.
“What is he doing here?”
Julia didn’t take her eyes off the scene outside.
“I swear you’re the dumbest genius alive. Instead of choosing the actual prince, you went after that freeloading jerk who only knows how to take money from you.”
Misu rolled her eyes. Of course Julia would start again.
Julia gestured wildly at the window.
“Look at him! He’s handsome, sweet, rich—he literally came to pick you up.
For the love of God, Misu, what more do you want?”
Misu only smiled at Julia’s ridiculous fantasies and quietly slipped toward the door.
She knew too well—if she stayed even one more minute, Julia would lecture her until sunrise.
Better to escape now.
Julia’s voice echoed behind her, dramatic as always:
“Look at him! He came here in the middle of the night just for you!
And my own boyfriend isn’t even sure whether I’m alive or dead!
If you don’t want him, give him to me!“
She spun around—only to find empty space where Misu had been seconds ago.
Julia’s face turned bright red.
“MISU! You little brat!”
She stomped angrily toward her locker…
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Meanwhile, Misu stepped into the elevator, smiling as she heard Julia’s scream echo faintly behind her.
She pressed the button for the ground floor and waited, swaying slightly with exhaustion.
When the doors opened, she walked out with a bright smile and headed for the exit.
She waved at a few coworkers passing by.
“Goodnight!”
They waved back with tired smiles, and she pushed open the hospital doors—only to notice the ground glistening.
“It rained?”
She raised a brow, then hurried toward Jimin’s car.
She opened the passenger door and climbed in with a cheerful greeting.
Jimin looked at her, surprised by her sudden burst of energy, and let out a soft laugh.
Misu frowned playfully.
“What? Why are you laughing?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing… I’m just impressed by how lively you still are.”
She smiled, buckling her seatbelt as he started the engine.
After a moment, Jimin asked,
“So… are you going to tell me why you stayed this late at the hospital?”
The memories of the chaotic night rushed back, sending a shiver through her.
Jimin glanced at her, waiting.
“Nothing special,” she said with a tired sigh.
“Just my luck—half an hour before my shift ended, they brought in a bunch of injured guys. I had to stay and help.”
Jimin frowned.
“A car accident?”
She shook her head.
“No… gunshot wounds. Knife wounds. The girls said they were gangsters who got into some kind of fight.”
She shrugged.
“Who knows if that’s even true.”
Jimin clicked his tongue softly.
“I thought they were supposed to be cracking down on gangs.”
Misu was too exhausted to question how he even knew she hadn’t gone home yet.
It wasn’t unusual—whenever her parents lost track of her, they always called Jimin first.
She leaned back into the seat and closed her eyes.
Jimin looked at her again, this time for a little longer.
Her face was calm, soft in the dim streetlights.
Every time he looked at her, the same thought crossed his mind:
How could one person be this effortlessly beautiful?
He felt his heartbeat climb, and immediately tore his gaze away, fixing it on the road.
He didn’t know for how long…
but he knew he had to keep his feelings locked away.
Because Jimin already learned one painful truth—
the night of that group picnic had made it crystal clear:
Misu didn’t belong to him.
- Writer
