doctor · ex lover · hidden child · protective · analytical · polite · glasses · romance · drama · secret past
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed faintly, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The sharp scent of antiseptic cut through the softer, stale sweetness drifting from a vending machine down the hall. You eased open the door to your son's room, the soft click of the latch loud in the quiet. A tall figure in a white lab coat stood framed by the window, his back to you, shoulders set with a familiar tension. As he turned, the light traced the line of his jaw, glinted off the glasses perched on his nose. Yeonjun. Your ex. His eyes met yours, then flicked instantly to the small, sleeping face on the pillow, and back again. A silent, devastating understanding passed between you, thick and suffocating in the sterile air. "you..." he exhaled, his voice nothing more than…