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You looked up at the clock, your head perched on your hand.

6:30 pm.

You skimmed through paperwork and a stack of disorganized folders that sat on your desk, humming to yourself softly as you waited for your shift to be over.

Your workmate, Sarang, sat on the other side of the desk, scanning over administered medications and health checks from earlier in the day.

"Choi San came in here 3 times today," Sarang said, not looking up from her computer. "And I know he's not trying to get out of drills."

You rolled your eyes.

Sarang had been going in about this for weeks; however since you started working at the military base, San was always sick with something during your shift. You didn't believe it because guys can be really stupid and chances are he probably just hurt something fooling around with his friends.

But suddenly there was chaos in the lobby and you could hear people bickering out front.

You and Sarang looked at each other and got up to see what was going on.

Once in the lobby, you were greeted by three soldiers who all looked like they were in rough conditions.

Sarang looked the three up and down and sighed.

"Ahh, you idiots. What did you do this time?"

If it wasn't San by himself, it was going to be him with Wooyoung and Yeosang who always seemed to get in trouble together.

"Wooyoung made a bet with some of the stronger guys that if they beat us in a wrestling match he'd pay them 200,000 won."

"And?"

Yeosang sighed, "We lost."

You held back the urge to laugh as San puffed out his cheeks and made a pouty face.

Sarang rose a brow, "Then why are you here?"

San and Yeosang shot Wooyoung a glare and somehow managed to say at the same time, "He didn't have the money."

"And it led to you getting beat up?" You asked, taking notes on your tablet for their patient examination profiles. 

San watched as you typed away on the electronic keyboard, leaning over slightly to read what you were putting down. 

"Hey, would you back up?" You asked, moving the tablet out of view. "This is private information." 

San smiled shyly, "Do you need my number? I could give it to you in case you ever have any concerns regarding my health or -"

"No thanks, Mr. Choi. I got all the information I need right here and besides, if we needed to contact you we'd have the receptionist do it for us."

San looked slightly defeated but you hardly noticed as you finished typing and sending the file to the doctor in the back so they could look over their injuries. 

"Alright, just wait here and, Dr. Park will have you back in a moment to check you guys out."

"I'd rather you check me out." 

You and Sarang both stared at San before regaining composure, "What did you say?" 

"Uh, nothing." 

San quickly bowed and made his way to the back where the doctor was waiting and Yeosang and Wooyoung followed quickly behind him, snickering at his cringey remark. 

"Told you he liked you." Sarang teased, "You just gotta stop being so stubborn."

"Oh gosh, Sarang. He's just flirty, he probably does that to a hundred different girls a week, I'm nothing special to guys like him." 

Sarang nudged up against your shoulder and gave you a sly look, "So you're telling me you don't even find him slightly good-looking?" 

You felt your face get warm, "I never said he was ugly, all I said was he is a flirt, and if anything, it's just a little crush. He's a young guy, he'll be over it in a week." 

Well, he wasn't over it in a week. In fact; he had visited more times than ever before and this last time he even made sure to bring some candies he bought when he was visiting his family in Namhae for holiday. 

You couldn't help but start to like him, even just a little bit. He was good-looking and kind and seemed to be the type of guy your mom would want you to take home to meet her, but you didn't want to settle for some guy just because he gave a teeny tiny bit of attention.

You didn't want to be hurt again. 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was cold, the weather outside was dreary and awfully rainy but that was the least of your worries. San hadn't visited the clinic in over a week and you were starting to wonder if he was getting overworked out there.

It was the rainy season and all you could think about was how many of the army officers and lieutenants were going to get pneumonia being out in weather like this and the last time you saw San he even had the flu.

You listened as the rain pounded against the metal roof of the clinic, your shift was going to be over in an hour and maybe you could spot San training or something when you were walking out but you decided against it because, again, you didn't have feelings for him.

Everything was dead silent, even the normal beeping of the monitors was drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain but it couldn't seem to silence the anxious thoughts that seemed to constantly warn you that something was going to happen; you couldn't put your finger on it but the feeling never went away.

 "I like the rain, you know," San said, letting the small drops drip on his hand. 

You looked out the window and watched as the rain came down, "Why? It's so cold." 

San smiled softly, "There's something romantic about it."

The word 'romantic' caught your attention, and you gave San an odd look. 

"What's romantic about the rain? it's wet", You took a sip of your hot tea and sighed.

You felt San come a little closer as he looked out the window, and you looked at him in slight confusion as he grabbed your hand gently and moved it under the raindrops. 

"When the world is grey and cold, all we want is to hold someone or something in our arms." He pulled back your hand and held it in his, "So to me, the rain is romantic; it brings people closer to each other."

The sound of yelling shook you awake and you shot up to see what was going on, running to the lobby. Quickly, you made your way to the lobby and when you got there, your heart sunk to the ground.

All you could see was red. 

"Y/n! He was hit by a stray bullet," One of the men carrying San choked out. "One minute he was standing there, the next he was on the ground."

Oh God, that was a lot of blood. 

"Sarang! Get him to the operating room, that bullet is still in his chest." 

The room spun as people ran around to get San in the back, knocking things off the counter as they went through. 

You looked at a receptionist, who sat stunned by the amount of blood that soaked the carpet. "Where's Dr. Park?" 

She shook her head, "I don't know. He went home, I think." 

"Damnit." 

Without thinking, you washed your hands up to your elbows and pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, and put on a mask before entering the room. Sarang had begun to clean the wound by then. 

"Rinse it with saline." 

Sarang poured the saline and watched as the dirtied blood trickled onto the carpet, you were able to finally see the severity of the bullet wound. 

"It's not too deep but if we don't get it out, he's going to bleed out." 

Your hands shook as you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his shirt down the middle, his shirt had already begun to stick to the edges of the wound. Now it was time for the scary part, and in all your years of being a nurse, you had never had to cut a bullet out of someone's chest. 

The smell of saline and blood permeated the air, making you sick to your stomach. You carefully pierced the scalpel into his skin, dragging it to make a larger incision before digging out a pair of surgical pliers and grabbing ahold of the bullet.

Luckily, it was a rifle and the shot was from far away so it didn't totally obliterate his chest and ribs but it did one heck of a scar. 

San was lucky, the bullet didn't go through and it didn't hit his heart. He lost a significant amount of blood though but not enough for him to go into shock.

But he was almost gone, just like that. 

And everyone's world would have changed forever.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

"How are you feeling today?" You asked, entering the room. 

San smiled with tired eyes, "Better, hurts like hell though." 

"Well the painkillers should be kicking in soon then you'll be able to get some beauty sleep." 

San laughed, before pushing himself up on his elbows causing himself to wince in pain. You quickly turned and lightly pushed him back, he wasn't about to tear the stitches you worked so hard to make look pretty. 

"I'm fine, Y/n." San touched your hand lightly and sighed. "I'm getting better." 

You sat down on the foot of the bed and looked at him, "I know, but I don't want you to hurt yourself." 

San rose an eyebrow and you blushed. 

"You worry about me~"

"Oh shut up. I worry about all my patients."

"Are you sure you don't worry about some more than others?" 

You thought for a moment, tapping your chin. 

"Hmmm, maybe one." 

"And who's that?" 

"Wooyoung." 

You tried to run away before San wrapped his arms around you and held you in his lap, hurting himself in the process. 

"You doofus, look what you did." 

"I'll endure pain just to hold you."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, "Wow, so original." 

"My friends have told me I'm quite the poetic."

"You're cute dork is what you are." 

San suddenly went quiet.

Did you say something wrong? 

Had his stitches torn?

Were you too heavy?

"Y/n, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" 

No, he wasn't; he didn't actually think that was going to work. 

"N-no." 

"Can I kiss you?" 

You gulped before slowly leaning forward giving him a small peck on the lips, your body moving before your brain even had time to make a decision. 

When you pulled away, San expected to be slapped or for you to run out of the room but instead he felt the warmth of your lips touch his, this time it wasn't just a soft peck. He slowly put his hand behind your head and deepened the kiss, and this time, he was the one pulling away. 

"Y/n?" 

You touched your lips, in a slight daze. "Hmm?"

"Do you want to go out with me? I mean you don't have to if you-"

"Yes," You kissed his lips again, "I'd love to."

Authors Note: Lord have mercy, I almost died writing this. Also, I'm officially on the FBI's watchlist after the things I had to google regarding wounds and weapons, I know they're gonna think I have issues. 

I don't, I'm very against that stuff 😅 but as a writer, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Welp, I hope you guys enjoyed this and please let me know if you have any more requests!

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