Heechul was quick to push Hangeng away as Siwon stood flabbergasted with the door open wide enough for those outside to get a view of what was going on inside.

“Wh-what is this?” Siwon stuttered as Heechul roughly rubbed his lips to get Hangeng’s taste out of his mouth.

“I can explain, Siwon-ah. It’s not how it looks.” Heechul anxiously said and approached the intern.

“N-no. It’s o-kay hyung. I’ll g-go.” And the taller intern disappeared just as randomly as his appearance had been made not that long ago.

Heechul frantically spun around from where he was standing and painfully strode towards the smiling orthopaedician as he dragged his injured leg. “You chilli chicken! How dare you kiss me yet again without my permission?!” and the diva was throwing invisible daggers at Hangeng as he clutched the other’s white coat collar with all his might.

“Because I like you, genuinely.” Heechul’s breath was caught in his throat as the surgeon’s tone was too serious to be made fun of. And that sentence was after all said in perfect Korean.

“You can speak Korean now?” Heechul could really turn the topic from one to another without realizing it.

Something started feeling different within Heechul as heard Hangeng say what he thought he heard, “I’ve been giving my best to learn it for you.”

This was one of those rare situations where Heechul found himself speechless. He was never speechless if it wasn’t for something Siwon said or did. This really was an exception. “Why?” a mere whisper.

“Because you don’t date those you can’t communicate with.” Without realizing it, Heechul freed the collar from his clutches and backed away from the male a bit. “I really mean it when I say I like you.” Hangeng took a step towards the backing male.

“Don’t. Get back to speaking the language I don’t understand.” And the flamboyant diva struggled yet succeeded in running out of the office despite the pain in his ankle.

“I can’t. I can’t get back to something I don’t want to. I’ve been staying up all night to learn your language which I had never done before.” Hangeng said to himself as he looked at the empty doorway.

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Siwon was panting as he bent his upper body forward while holding tightly onto the edge of the sink. He looked up at his face and splashed some cold water that was running down off the faucet in one of the staff washrooms far away from the office he had run away from.

Why am I reacting like this? Heechul hyung has always been a Casanova. I have seen him make out with numerous boyfriends of his. Then why am I reacting like this now?

He splashed some more cold water on his face and looked up at the mirror.

Why am I acting so strangely? It’s just Heechul hyung making out with a doctor in the hospital. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.

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Having no success in finding his best friend, Heechul had ultimately ended up in his over-the-top Benz and frantically bumped his forehead with the steering wheel; causing the continuous honking of the car. He had tears running down his face and he wasn’t happy how his life had become so complicated instead of him making the life of other’s complicated and have fun with it.

A loud knock on his window from outside made him raise his head off the steering wheel and get the window down to talk to whoever had had the guts to disturb him when he was busy running down pitiful and not so elegant snots.

“What?” he groaned and his voice was raspy enough to prove his crying state.

“You are disturbing others by honking like that.” A middle-aged man grumbled in annoyance. He regretted it soon though.

“I’ll stop honking like that if you give me your body instead as a punching bag.” Heechul’s reply was so rude yet sweetly sarcastic that the man was left with nothing but utter shock. “Now move aside so I can get out of this mental asylum.” And the unexpected screeching of the car made the man jump away as far as he could to prevent getting admitted in the very hospital for broken bones.

That is how people eventually learn to never cross paths with a crying Heechul.

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Doctor Lee Soo Man stood politely to greet the middle-aged man who was furious with whatever was disturbing him.

“How can I help you, Mr. C—”

“How is it that this hospital is filled with ill-mannered people?!” the man angrily shouted as he took a seat across the Chief pharmacist’s office table.

“Why? What is wrong now?”

“First, my son is being immensely disobedient by denying to follow what his parents want him to do and now the patients or whoever that freak was; literally spoke in such a tone with me that shocked me out of my mind! The youngsters these days are such a gone case!” he fumed and his nostrils flared as a result.

“How is your son disobedient? He is the best I have ever had.” Doctor Lee politely retorted.

“I guess you don’t know he has become a shame to the family by turning into gay.” The middle-aged man sarcastically scoffed.

“Kyuhyun is anything but a shame to anyone. I thought I had made that clear long ago, Mr. Cho.” One of the things that ticked Doctor Lee off was when his beloved Kyuhyun and Hyukjae were being looked down upon.

“But he’s turned gay!”

“And that is his happiness.” the doctor nonchalantly replied as he busied himself with the papers in front of him on his table.

“Whatever. The happiness that affects the reputation of my family is better to rot in a gutter than to exist.” Doctor Soo Man could have lost it at this but he knew better than to engage himself in an argument not worth his values. He knew the truth better after all. “Anyways, I came to meet the disgrace of