A/N: Before I start the new chapter, I just wanted to make something clear. As most of you might have noticed, the kiss part from Sungmin’s POV was unclear and unexpected. I had purposely done so.

As we all know, Sungmin is inexperienced when it comes to kisses and kissing in an intimate way. And he had a lot on his plate since a while now. On top of it, his heart wasn’t at peace if you might have noticed it towards the middle of his POV. And come on, would you expect your arrogant and PMSing preceptor —who had been spewing insults and shooting piercing daggers just by looking at you— to kiss you out of the blue?

Similarly, it was all very sudden for him hence his POV was vague and hazy when it came to the kiss. On the other hand, that’s not the case with Kyuhyun. Hence, I start the chapter with Kyuhyun’s POV.

I’m not gay.

That sentence…

You don’t understand, Donghae. I can never imagine myself becoming one.

His tone…

So, you hate gays?

That question…

He’s no different from others. He’s just like them. He’s just like all those hypocrites who judge people for their preferences.

Why did it have to turn out like this?

Why? Why did I have to get attracted to someone so narrow?!

And what about that Siwon? Will he stop persuading Sungmin? Will he succeed in changing his mind and turn him gay?

But he hates gays! I’m so positive about this.

Why! Just why did it all turn out like this?

So, if he hates gays, will he hate me too?

The first ring of the bell from outside the preparation room made me come out of my thoughts.

I couldn’t help myself but peek at him through the big glass refrigerator that was between the two rooms for the vials, ampules, insulin pens and lipid emulsions.

I saw how he entered the primary room and his facial expression was clear to read. He was lost in his thoughts, most probably about yesterday and his conversation with the other intern earlier. He was taking longer to wear the medical gown than he normally takes.

Those lips; he kept biting his lower lip as he wore the shoe cover and washed his hands.

He was rubbing his hands unconsciously, and the extremely cold temperature of the room might have been one of the reasons of it.

A frown was formed on his forehead and he again bit that lower lip of his.

Am I really never going to taste them?

Wait. Why am I thinking about kissing him?

Because you’ve always wanted to kiss him ever since the first day. The inner voice of mine has finally started showing up.

The person standing just a door away from me is the very person who possibly hates gays and homouals.

And the person now pouting so adorably is the very same person who has made me feel all the stupid types of emotions right from day one.

It is the same person who has started to change me without my very knowledge and permission. And he’s doing that without even realizing it.

The bloody surgical mask soon covered his lips I had been staring at and I went back to my chair in front of the laminar hood to pretend like I was preparing the infusion bags all this while.

The inhaling of ethanol might have really gotten into my head. Or else, why am I thinking about all these nonsense and driveled feelings that I never knew existed?

I heard the second bell going off and my heart beat missed too many beats to keep a count of. At this rate, it won’t be long till I become a patient of tachycardia.

I spun a little on my chair and saw him pull his mask down to his chin after he entered the room and inhaled in a little air. His lips soon closed and the pout that had followed was covered back by the mask.

I’m not gay.

That sentence again.

That sentence is so not ready to leave my thoughts.

With that one sentence, everything got ruined.

How can I like someone with such an outlook, such narrow-minded opinion!

This is absurd!

So, he will find someone normal later and live a happy life with her?

It’s definitely going to be a girl.

A girl will be taking most of his time and be next to him.

A girl is going to be a special someone in his life.

A girl will be holding his always nervous yet soft hands.

A girl will be looking directly in those doe-like eyes which will turn into two perfect, beautiful crescent moons when he smiles.

A girl will be touching his pink, soft cheeks when he blushes or gets embarrassed.

A girl will taste those lips of his when he pouts.

It’s going to be a girl doing all that. Because he is not gay.

Who knows how many girls might have been kissed by him by far. Perhaps, he already has a girlfriend who already does all those things to him.

“Doctor Kyuhyun, I’m done preparing this I.V. bag.” Doctor... I’ll always remain just Doctor Kyuhyun to him.

And that thought alone was enough to ruin my already wrecked up mood. And thus, I gave him a ferocious look.

“I’m sure I didn’t do anything wrong.” He nervously muttered as I continued glaring daggers at him. Yes. You didn’t. I was wrong all along.

“Keep the bag on that surgical table there.” I can’t help it. The frustration building up within me is too much to handle. My heart is in a mess and I’m tremendously irritated.

And hence, I screamed at him at every opportunity I got. Whether he dropped a sterilized towel, or didn’t open the wrappers properly, or forgot to spray ethanol on the glass bottles or simply sat further from me, I screamed at him for every petty reason I could come up with.

I scowled at him after many days of controlling my temper around