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It was a late afternoon and Eunha had finally managed to catch a breather after a long day of surgeries and department meetings. She had just brewed herself a cup of camomile tea when the door of her office swung open violently, revealing a restless looking Junmyeon. The sudden commotion caused Eunha to spill her tea and burn her hand, making her to hiss from the pain.
“Not only did you have dinner with Yixing, but you dragged Minseok along as well?” Junmyeon yelled at Eunha, slamming his hands against her desk.
“I’d appreciate it if you knocked on the door first next time,” Eunha responded in a flat tone. “I don’t think we’re friends enough for you to just pop in as you please.”
“Can you not change the subject?” Junmyeon exclaimed in frustration.
Sighing, Eunha leaned back against her chair and stared blankly at Junmyeon with a pokerface.
“Did you calmly listen to Minseok explain why we had the dinner or did you run here before Minseok even managed to finish talking?”
“I wanted to hear it from you directly,” Junmyeon replied, impatience lacing his voice. “See what kind of reasoning you’ll come up with to excuse letting money lead your actions.”
“Please do not question my medical expertise,” Eunha snapped back after a long pause.
“I will if I feel there is a lack of care for the patients on your part,” Junmyeon countered, refusing to back down. “You work with mothers who carry lives within them. You may not understand what it feels like to be responsible not just for your own life but also—”
“I’ll give you the benefit of doubt that you are just venting your anger and ignore what you just said,” Eunha interrupted in an eerily icy tone. “But just because you are a father while I am single and childless does not give you permission to undervalue my expertise and experience. Now if you are done please leave.”
Junmyeon clenched his jaw shut but remained rooted, refusing to leave. Instead, he glared daggers at Eunha, scrutinising her every action and expression. Sighing out loud, Eunha turned her chair to look away from Junmyeon and did an incredibly good job of ignoring him, preoccupying herself with the latest digital release of a medical journal about mental health instead. Silence fell and the only sounds that could be heard were the clicking of the computer mouse and Junmyeon’s heavy breathing.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Junmyeon finally acknowledged that Eunha was not going to offer any further explanation. Thus clenching his fists, he stormed out of the office, making sure to slam the door loudly behind him.
Finally left to her own devices, Eunha’s calm appearance broke down and her brows etched together in a deep frown. Her teeth dug into her lower lip with so much force that it started bleeding. Cringing at the metallic taste of blood on her tongue, Eunha grabbed a pen and threw it against the wall only for it to bounce back and hit her right in the forehead instead. Feeling betrayed by her own pen, Eunha massaged her sore forehead while glaring at it.
“Stupid Kim Junmyeon,” Eunha cursed at the male. “It’s all your fault.”
Blowing a strand of hair away from her face, Eunha swayed her body to the side and let gravity take over, making her wheeled office chair turn over and over again. As Eunha stared blankly at what was in front of her, the four walls of the office blurred into one, matching the confusion and lack of focus inside her own mind.
“Do you hate me or are you just worried about me?” Eunha mumbled under her breath, her tone lacking its usual tenacity and vigour. “Make up your mind already, I’m getting exhausted just trying to keep up.”
Slowly the chair came to a halt, however when Eunha tried to stand up she was hit with a wave of nausea as her
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