#dr. baek’s and my

[simplymessingaboutinboats]

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[stewingbrain]

they hate it when you serve chaotic genius doctors who would do anything to save the patient, have a strong connection to a lady in power who employs them, and was accused of medical malpractice

[sunnynabons]

Hear me out... Jae-Won's tiny crush and admiration towards Kang-Hyuk.. just like Cameron's to House

[capricho42]

The One Who Watched Your Back

[seodongjae]

what? dr. baek, did you finally call me by my name? yes. you've finally earned your name.

[omiomi]

My first fic here! I just loved him so much that I had to make a story about him.

Master list

Code Red: Unfinished Sutures (Part 1)

Baek Kang-Hyuk x Fem!Reader

"Malak was here, and no one bothered to tell me?"

Y/N exhaled sharply, exhaustion settling deep in her bones as she collapsed onto the worn leather couch. Twelve hours on a plane, and this was the first thing she heard.

Walter, sitting across from her with a whiskey glass in hand, rolled his eyes. "He wasn’t even here for a full day."

"I would’ve flown here the moment you said so."

"That’s exactly why we didn’t say anything." Walter smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before offering her one.

Y/N scoffed, flipping him off. "Tangina mo talaga, gago." (Fuck you, asshole.)

Walter chuckled. "I thought we agreed you’d stop using Tagalog since I don’t understand a word of it."

She stretched, her muscles aching. "You let Malak speak in Korean. How is that fair? You’re fucking xenophobic."

He raised an eyebrow. "You studied Korean for Malak."

Silence. She clicked her tongue in irritation and pushed herself up from the couch.

"You know where to find him. What’s stopping you?"

Y/N’s steps faltered. She could feel his gaze piercing her back, waiting.

Without turning around, she murmured, "He also knows where to find me. What’s stopping him?"

Walter sighed as she walked away. "It’s so damn difficult when two idiots are in love."

—

"Dr. Baek!"

Yang Jae-Won practically kicked the door open to the on-call room. Baek Kang-Hyuk groaned, throwing a towel at him without opening his eyes.

"Shibal. What do you need?"

Jae-Won caught the towel, unimpressed. "Dr. Baek, don’t you think it’s a little too late to be sleeping?"

Before Baek could respond, the door swung open again. Minister Kang, the Prime Minister of Health, strode in.

Baek sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Minister Kang, can’t say I’m honored to see you."

"I am. Get ready—you’re flying to Syria."

Baek blinked, his drowsiness vanishing. "Pardon?"

Minister Kang handed him a folder filled with medical reports. "The Minister of Syria has requested our medical assistance. The war zone hospitals are overwhelmed. You think your team can handle it?"

Baek flipped through the reports, his smirk returning. "You don’t believe in us?"

She sighed. "Plane leaves in two hours."

As soon as she walked out, Baek turned to Jae-Won. "You little shit. You knew she was coming, didn’t you?" He grabbed Jae-Won by the ear.

"Ah! Dr. Baek, that hurts!"

“It’s supposed to."

Baek threw his phone at him. "Call Gangster and Dr. Park. We’re moving."

—

The moment their plane touched down, the reality of their mission hit them. Bombed-out buildings, the acrid stench of burning metal, and the distant sound of gunfire painted a grim picture.

"Dr. Baek, what exactly are we doing here?" Nurse Jang-Mi asked as they unloaded supplies.

"Three-day mission. The main hospital was bombed, and the syndicate is kidnapping doctors. We help with everything we can. Understood?"

A chorus of determined "Yes, doctor!" followed.

As Baek stepped out of the transport, a local doctor rushed to meet them.

"Dr. Baek! Welcome to Sy—"

"What’s the status of the patients?" Baek cut in.

The doctor hesitated. "There’s no need to rush, Dr. Baek. A volunteer doctor arrived last night to assist us."

Baek narrowed his eyes. "Who?"

The doctor hesitated before answering.

“Dr. Y/N L/N."

Baek froze.

Jae-Won glanced at him. "Uh… who?"

Baek exhaled, shaking his head. "Malaika."

—

"Patient is a 27-year-old male, GSW to the abdomen. Entry wound at the left upper quadrant, no exit wound. We need to locate the bullet and assess for vascular damage. Suction." Y/N’s voice was unwavering, commanding the room with an effortless authority.

“Suction ready, Dr. Malaika," the nurse confirmed.

Blood cleared from the field, revealing a torn artery.

“BP is dropping. Systolic at 85. Possible major vessel injury," the anesthesiologist warned.

Y/N nodded. "Retractor. I’m clamping the artery. Prepare a 5-0 Prolene for a running suture."

As she worked, the team moved in perfect synchronization.

“BP stabilizing at 98," the nurse reported.

Y/N exhaled. "Irrigate and close."

She stepped back, rolling her stiff shoulders.

"That’s six down, two more to go," she murmured, reaching for her eyedrops. Forty hours without sleep, and she was still standing.

"Dr. Malaika," a nurse hesitated. "The last two patients were taken care of."

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

The nurse hesitated before answering.

“Malak is here."

—

The steady beeping of the monitors filled the room, punctuated only by the sound of gloved hands shifting instruments. The air felt thick as Y/N stepped into the OR, her gaze immediately locking onto the man hunched over the operating table.

“Still stealing my patients, huh, Malak?" Her voice was sharp, edged with something unreadable.

Baek Kang-Hyuk looked up upon hearing a very familiar voice. "It’s nice to see you too, Malaika."

Yang Jae-Won blinked, momentarily frozen. He had worked with Baek long enough to know the man’s habits. He never—never—looked up from an operation unless it was life or death. And yet, he had glanced at her.

The tension rippled through the room, silent but palpable.

Baek finally straightened slightly, his eyes flicking to her for a fraction of a second. "Scrub in and assist me."

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. "Still acting like you own the world."

"Just this OR," he shot back, before returning to his patient.

She held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, then turned to the nurse. "Get me prepped."

The moment she stepped up to the table, their movements synced like clockwork—years of experience, familiarity, and unspoken communication woven into every action.

Baek turned to Jae-Won. "Number One, help us search for the bullet in the intestine."

Jae-Won hesitated for the briefest second before shifting his gaze between them.

“You sure it's in the small intestine?"Y/N interjected before Jae-Won could react, her tone laced with challenge.

Baek didn’t flinch. "If it’s not, we’re wasting time."

Y/N smirked under her mask. "And here I thought you liked wasting my time."

Baek let out a quiet exhale. "Scalpel."

The room fell into a tense silence, all eyes on them as they worked.

Jang-Mi leaned toward Gyeong-Won. "Who is she?" she whispered.

“No idea, but Dr. Baek is actually acknowledging someone’s presence, so she must be important."

They refocused as Y/N carefully maneuvered around the loops of the small intestine, her gloved hands moving with precision.

“Suction," she ordered.

The nurse complied immediately.

Baek’s voice was low, almost thoughtful. "Still over-relying on suction, I see."

"And you still waste time cutting where you shouldn’t," she retorted smoothly, not missing a beat.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but his focus never wavered.

Y/N shifted, her brows furrowing. "There." Her fingers gently palpated the intestinal loops.

Baek leaned in, eyes narrowing. "Clamp."

The nurse passed it to him. Y/N adjusted her grip, exposing a small, jagged tear in the bowel.

"Through-and-through perforation," she murmured. "Bullet must be embedded in the mesentery."

Baek nodded. "Sponge. Hold this position."

She did. Their hands brushed for a second. Just a second. But the contact sent something sharp skittering through the air between them.

Neither reacted. Neither acknowledged it.

"I need better exposure," he muttered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "You’re impossible." Without hesitation, she adjusted the retractor herself, shifting just enough to widen the surgical field.

Baek exhaled, his voice lower this time. "Better."

Y/N smirked. "You’re welcome."

Silence again. Charged. Intense. The tension wasn’t just professional—it was something older, deeper, unspoken.

The monitors beeped steadily as the two continued their intricate dance, hands moving in perfect synchronization.

Finally, Baek made a precise incision. "Got it."

The bullet was extracted, coated in blood.

"Vascular injury is minimal," Y/N noted. "We can close with a few simple sutures."

Baek nodded, passing the bullet off to the nurse. His voice was quieter now, almost reflective.

"You’re still quick."

"You’re still reckless."

"And yet, the patient’s alive."

"Spare me the self-congratulations, Malak." She sighed, pulling off her gloves. "Let’s close."

Baek studied her for a second longer than necessary. "Fine. You do it."

She arched a brow. "Oh? Delegating? Who are you, and what have you done with Baek Kang-Hyuk?"

He let out a quiet chuckle, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just finish up, Malaika."

Y/N rolled her shoulders, then got to work, her fingers moving with trained efficiency. The room remained silent, but the weight between them lingered.

A story untold. A history unresolved.

As the final suture was placed, Baek finally spoke again.

"You’re still here."

Y/N glanced up. "And you’re still following me."

Baek didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped back, stripping off his gloves.

Jang-Mi and Gyeong-Won exchanged another wide-eyed glance.

Jae-Won exhaled. "Okay, I’m officially terrified. Who is she?"

Baek didn’t respond. Neither did Y/N. But as she turned away, she could still feel his gaze on her back.

And she refused to turn around.

Part 2

[ellieinink]

The Trouble with Admitting Things

Baek Kang-hyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Light Slow Burn

Warnings: Mild teasing, secondhand embarrassment

Word Count: ~6,500

Synopsis: After a grueling shift, you accidentally admit to admiring Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk—big mistake. He seizes every chance to tease you, turning your embarrassment into daily entertainment. But when the teasing gives way to unexpected sincerity, you realize admiration might not be so one-sided after all.

You should have known better than to let your guard down around Baek Kang-hyuk.

Especially not when you were running on fumes, too exhausted to keep up your usual defenses.

It had been a brutal shift at the trauma center—back-to-back emergencies, rushed procedures, and a never-ending stream of critical cases. The air had been thick with tension, every second spent making life-or-death decisions. But despite the chaos, the team had worked together like a well-oiled machine, with Kang-hyuk at the helm, cool-headed and sharp as ever.

And now? Now you were all slumped in the break room, desperately clinging to the last ounces of energy in your bodies.

The scent of instant coffee mixed with antiseptic filled the air, and you nursed your mug as if it held the key to your survival. Across from you, Dr. Park Gyeong-won sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples.

“I think I lost about five years of my life in that last hour.”

Jang-mi, one of the trauma nurses, groaned. “Forget years, I think my soul left my body when that last code was called.”

There was a chorus of agreement.

And that was when your sleep-deprived brain betrayed you.

“Honestly,” you muttered, stretching your sore neck, “if it weren’t for Dr. Baek, half of us wouldn’t have made it through that shift.”

The moment the words left your mouth, the room fell eerily silent.

You blinked, sluggishly registering the amused looks being exchanged.

Gyeong-won raised an eyebrow, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “Oh? Is that admiration I hear?”

Jang-mi, who had just taken a sip of tea, nearly choked. She slammed her cup down, eyes wide with exaggerated shock. “Wait, wait—our Dr. Baek?” Her gaze snapped to Kang-hyuk, who was leaning against the counter, watching the scene unfold with an infuriatingly smug expression.

“Did you hear that?” she gasped.

Dr. Yang Jae-won, who had been lazily sprawled in his chair, perked up. “Wow, (Y/N). That’s high praise coming from you.” He smirked. “You usually just call him an insufferable ass.”

Your stomach dropped. Oh, no.

“I meant professionally,” you blurted, suddenly very aware of how hot your face felt.

Kang-hyuk chuckled, arms crossed, his smirk widening. “Professionally, huh?”

You shot him a glare, but he was enjoying this way too much.

Unfortunately, so was everyone else.

“Oh, don’t backtrack now,” Jang-mi teased, practically vibrating with excitement. “We all heard it.”

Gyeong-won leaned forward, chin resting on his hand. “So, tell us, (Y/N). What exactly do you admire about Dr. Baek?”

You swore you felt your soul leave your body. “Can we not—”

Jae-won smirked. “Is it his surgical skills? His confidence? His broad shoulders?”

Jang-mi gasped. “His hands, maybe?”

“Oh my God, stop—”

“Or is it,” Kang-hyuk drawled, tilting his head, “my charming personality?”

Your entire face went up in flames.

Kang-hyuk took a slow step closer, voice rich with amusement. “Why are you blushing?”

“I am not—”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No—”

“You are.”

“I swear to—”

Jang-mi gasped again, dramatic as ever. “Oh no. What if it’s actually his hands?”

Gyeong-won feigned deep thought. “It’s the hands, isn’t it?”

“I HATE ALL OF YOU.”

Kang-hyuk grinned, full-on thriving in your misery. “So, (Y/N),” he mused, “do you admire my hands?”

You considered throwing your coffee at him.

The problem with Baek Kang-hyuk was that he never let things go.

Ever.

For the next week, he found every opportunity to remind you of your unfortunate slip-up.

During morning rounds: “(Y/N), you seem distracted. Thinking about my hands again?”

During surgery: “You’re staring. I get it. My technique is admirable.”

Even in the middle of a high-stakes procedure: “Focus, (Y/N). Just pretend it’s me guiding you with my admirable skills.”

It was relentless. And the worst part? Everyone else was in on it.

Jang-mi started taking exaggerated notes whenever Kang-hyuk spoke, dramatically whispering, “Such admiration,” under her breath.

Jae-won? He would randomly sigh in the middle of conversations and lament, “If only someone admired me the way (Y/N) admires Dr. Baek.”

Even Park Gyeong-won, who was usually the most mature of the bunch, just smirked whenever you shot him a pleading look.

You were never going to live this down.

The tipping point came when Kang-hyuk—absolute menace that he was—walked into the break room while you were alone, arms crossed, looking far too amused.

“You know,” he started conversationally, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh no.”

He ignored you. “Since you admire me so much, maybe I should return the favor.”

You groaned. “Please don’t.”

“But there’s just so much to admire,” he continued dramatically. “Your sharp tongue, your ability to withstand my teasing—”

You threw a napkin at him. He dodged easily.

“See?” he grinned. “That resilience. Very admirable.”

You contemplated homicide.

It all came to a head late one night.

You were in the on-call room, exhausted, head resting against the back of the couch. The door creaked open, but you didn’t bother looking up.

“If this is about my admiration comment,” you grumbled, “I am going to scream.”

A chuckle. “Relax. It’s just me.”

You cracked one eye open to see Kang-hyuk standing by the door, hands in his pockets. He looked… different. Less teasing. More thoughtful.

You frowned. “What?”

He hesitated before stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

“Listen,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I know I’ve been messing with you a lot, but…” He exhaled, looking almost—shy? “It actually meant something.”

Your breath caught. “What?”

“What you said.” His voice was quieter now. “That you admired me.”

You swallowed, suddenly unsure where this was going.

He let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle. “I don’t really hear that a lot. Not from people who—” He trailed off before shaking his head. “Anyway. It was nice. Coming from you.”

Your heart did something funny in your chest.

“You admire me?” you repeated dumbly.

His lips quirked. “Someone who keeps me on my toes? Someone I—” He paused before smirking, voice dropping to something softer. “—also admire.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I—what—”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “Relax, (Y/N). It’s just admiration.”

Your face burned. “You’re the worst.”

“I know.” His grin widened. “But at least now we’re even.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

Baek Kang-hyuk just laughed.

I’ve got a Yang Jae-won fic cooking in my drafts… should I??? 👀👀👀

taglist: perm @missroro @study-with-reine234

[liveasbutterflies]

That day, a deep conviction nestled in my heart. If I continued following Dr. Baek and walk in his footsteps as I am now, one day I will become a doctor who saves lives just like him. Both the Trauma Center and my career as a doctor are now at the starting line.

The Trauma Code: Heroes on Call (중증외상센터) 2025

[soneblomsblog]

Jealousy

Baek Kang-hyuk x Fem!reader

Working in the ER was always hectic, but today, things were oddly smooth. Maybe it had something to do with Dr. Park. The man was competent, confident, and, if I was being honest, kind of charming.

“You did great back there,” Dr Park said, flashing me a grin as I finished up with a patient. “That was some quick thinking.”

I waved him off with a chuckle. “Just doing my job.”

Dr. Beak, who had been standing across the room charting, suddenly slammed his clipboard onto the counter. I jumped exchanging a glance with Dr Park.

“You okay, Beak?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” Beak snapped, feathers ruffling. “Unlike some people, I don’t have time to stand around flirting.”

Dr Park smirked. “Flirting? I was just complimenting her skills.”

“Doubtful,” Beak muttered.

I blinked. Was he… sulking?

Dr Park, clearly enjoying himself, leaned against the nurses’ station. “You know, Y/N, if you ever want a real break from the chaos, I know a great café nearby. Best coffee in town.”

Beak let out what could only be described as an offended squawk. “She doesn’t drink coffee,” he blurted out.

I crossed your arms. “I literally had a coffee this morning.”

Beak ignored me. “And even if she did, she wouldn’t waste time on trivial outings during her shift.”

Dr Park snorted. “Relax, Beak. It’s just an invitation.” He winked at me before walking away. “Think about it.”

Beak’s feathers fluffed so dramatically.he might explode. “Absolutely not.”

I turned to him, amused. “Did you just tell me what I can and can’t do?”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’m just saying, if you want quality company, you should be more selective.”

“Oh?” I smirked crossing my arms over my chest “And who would you suggest?”

Beak hesitated, his beak clicking shut. He was trapped. His eyes flickered away, then back at me. “Well… I am obviously the superior choice.”

I burst out laughing. “Beak, are you jealous?”

He straightened, puffing up. “That’s absurd.”

“It’s not.” I leaned in closer, lowering your voice. “You totally are.”

Beak’s beak twitched. He grabbed a random chart and practically shoved it into my hands. “We have work to do.”

I grinned, following him. “You know, if you wanted to ask me out, you could just say so.”

Beak stopped mid-step. “I—That’s—” He turned away quickly, muttering under his breath as he stalked off.

[oretskov]

　　 ━━ 　forgotten wonders / my old realities

currently bat has — what — twelve active realities? but having been a shifter since it first blew up on dracotok (trigger warning, i know), there have been some realities that she's dropped. let's talk about them !

✷　i've lost myself somewhere　ᐟ　marvel cinematic universe dr

at some point in time, i was a die-hard marvel stan. shocker, since now my personality revolves around batman and the dcverse. this was my first dr ever! the funny thing is, it was so rare to find marvel shifters back then. everyone wanted to go to hogwarts to the point that silly young me thought it wasn't possible to shift to any other universe than harry potter. i remember writing down my script for this dr on a sheet of paper and folding it under my pillow like i was in princess and the pea. it's not a fandom nor dr that i care for anymore :/

who was i? i was a young avenger who lived in the tower. i was friends with wanda and pietro before anything — we suffered under hydra together. loki's scepter gave me the powers of fire and water — one hand shot flames, the other water. my hero alias was magma. i think my love interests were either going to be pietro maximoff or peter parker.

✷　i only have eyes for you　ᐟ　k-pop dr

i still contemplate making a new kpop dr sometimes but then again, i'm happy having huang renjun (loml) be an icon i admire rather than an actual lover of mine. but gosh, a non-idol universe with the dreamies would be so fucking fun. or even enhypen! park sunghoon ♡__♡ yang jungwon ♡__♡

who was i? i'd rather take a bullet to the leg than face the trials and tribulations of the korean idol industry. no, see, i was a songwriter and producer for many of my favourite groups. mainly under jyp entertainment for stray kids. i was supposed to be the cool, talented producer the members, and especially, 3racha loved. god, i cannot remember who was going to be my s/o but there would've been many choices: bang chan, lee felix, kim seungmin, huang renjun??? too many options. too many biases.

✷　crow of judgment　ᐟ　assassination classroom dr

up until last year, before i first watched tokyo revengers, assassination classroom had been my favourite anime for a consecutive eight years. i still hold it very dear to my heart, and maybe one day, i'll go back.

who was i? i was ririka tamago, a class B student who always excelled in sports and performing arts. my childhood best friend and eventual lover was asano gakushuu. had he never been my tutor, i don't think i would've ever managed to be in class B for as long as i was. my fallout into class E was when member of the 'big five' and pervert, teppei araka, had tried to hit on me on the way home. i gave it straight to him and kicked his ass. principal gakuho came to find out about it and did not like that. how dare i harm one of his top students! as punishment, he demoted me to class E — where i actually thrived with good classmates and friends.

✷　i carry your heart with me　ᐟ　extraordinary you dr

used to be my favourite k-drama before i watched the first season of alchemy of souls. yes, i'm obsessed with lee jaewook. y'all, i didn't play about this k-drama — it was a huge part of me. i wouldn't mind going back here only for baek kyung but i have my own kyung variant, theodore nott, in my hogwarts dr.

who was i? there was no shadow and stage in this dr. we were just constantly in the shadow i think. i was the a3's best friend. the popular it-girl everyone was jealous of. i had two little twin brothers (who i miss dearly) and was the daughter of a famous fashion ceo and model. had bad, uncommunicative parents. me and baek kyung were always there for each other — each other's safety nets coming from terrible households.

✷　how many more?　ᐟ　scream dr

the scream franchise used to be such a big part of me. i adored it no matter what. i hate zionists though and their decisions to let melissa barrera and jenna ortega go were NOT it. made me lose respect and love for it altogether.

who was i? i can't remember much of this dr. all i remember was being best friends to lovers with wes hicks. it was set during scream 5 obviously — i don't think ghostface ever returned after the previous movie. so, it was sort of boring (but safe). just an excuse to love wesley.

✷　don't carry it all　ᐟ　eternals dr

this might the one subsection of the mcu that i still care about. unless you're also counting daredevil and x-men. and they cancel the second movie? ugh! why are we letting the haters WIN. i loved everything about this movie. it was the start of my barry keoghan phase (i was there before every one of y'all 🫵). druig and makkari are one of my favourite ships hehe.

who was i? my name was theria, derived from the word 'therianthropy'. it means the mythological ability or affliction of individuals to metamorphose into animals or hybrids by means of shapeshifting. i was called woman of all or the beast by others. i was 4425 freaking years old, born in 5000 bc. we lived in babylon <3 my powers were so cool, it's hard to explain when i don't think it's ever been used in other movies. my power was a projection of an animal's spirit. i could conjure the spirit of a lion, eagle, shark, snake, wolf, a cat and even a phoenix. the exoskeleton of animal's spirit was what i called the cosmic animal. i could control how they'd attack. when conjuring these spirits, i could possess a few features of theirs for myself. like when i had the lion's spirit, i'd grow the claws and canines of one. my love interest was druig <3

✷　stage 16　ᐟ　fame dr

the classic fame dr. every shifter has had one at least at one point. honestly, i've just grown out of it. i'm not interested in being an actor, nor do i care much for being friends with any LMAO. if i wanted some good celebrity friends and peers, i can just shift to my band dr. also, is jack champion still relevant? i'm not so into him anymore.

who was i? adithya atira thomas, mononymously known as atira. growing up in a rocky household, i was lucky to find stardom by landing a role in titans. i'd go on to star in the fear street trilogy, scream 5 and 6, not okay, do revenge and avatar: the way of water. i'd meet jack champion on the set for avatar and grow close. when jack got casted in scream 6, everyone saw our established chemistry and had our characters in the film be love interests. fans ate up our interviews together and just maybe, everyone was right for shipping us.

✷　peace within　ᐟ　spider-verse dr

i still love this fandom, don't get me wrong. i would actually consider this dr an active one if only i ever got to finish its script. maybe when beyond the spiderverse releases, i'll get the inspiration to go back here.

who was i? i lived in earth-42 and attended brooklyn visions academy. during a class trip to oscorp, a radioactive, cyborg of a spider bit me. three years later, i'm earth-42's one and only spinneret — or spider-woman, if you want to keep it frank. prowler and i never got along, opponents with flirty tension. it's once i become friends with miles morales as a civilian that we come forth with our secret identities. all feud between spinneret and prowler is solved, thanks to our friendship as civilians. prowler!miles is my love interest but before we get together, he's a little jealous of hobie brown and the other miles when i'm in the spider society lmao.

[melodyanqel]

𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 ── ✶ b.kh (02. anus, gangster & mandu)

a freshly new face enters the world of the trauma unit who is sweet and pure, yet becomes everyone’s favorite surgeon. even her stern and tough rival has a soft spot. and possibly more than that.

⇢ pairing: baek kang-hyuk x fem!oc

⇢ genre/tags: fluff, angst, drama, suspense, developing relationship, trauma team as a family, humor, friendship, workplace romance, medical field, protective!tsundere!kang-hyuk, sunshine!soft!curvy!oc

⇢ note: i just wanted to say tysm for the luv and support for this story! it puts a smile on my face to know that many of you want more. please enjoy a much longer update!

⇢ warnings: mention of a deceased patient, a bit of insecurity, and spoilers to ep 3

⇢ wc: 2.5k words

⇢ melodyanqel taglist: @study-with-reine234 @rambinru

She feels like she has entered a dangerous territory, not that hospitals are the worst places in the world. For some people, yes, but meeting the only trauma surgeon who seems like a strict, rough-on-the-edge type of man. 

Bo-ra is sitting in Kang-hyuk’s office, which looks a bit plain with the typical white walls, and the wide window that shows the city. However, she can see multiple picture frames behind him. She notices they are all with random people. While taking in the room, Kang-hyuk reads her background in a folder. He is impressed by how Bo-ra studied the medical field when she was a teenager and proceeded to pursue a career. She is the same age as Jae-won, meaning she graduated from college and medical school in her early twenties. Kang-hyuk perceives that Bo-ra is extremely intelligent. 

The question is, how and what she will do for her first operation?

Kang-hyuk lets out a breath after reading the profile. He closes the folder to speak with Bo-ra. His dark gaze stares at her, and he can tell her body language is tense, yet she tries to be composed in her seat. “Mandu.” He calls her by the nickname, and she doesn’t understand why. 

Bo-ra jolts and makes eye contact with Kang-hyuk. “Y-Yes, Dr. Baek.” She stutters, and mentally wants to slap herself. She knew she would do it. 

The man could feel his lips twitch almost to a smirk, but he kept his usual stern expression. He explains, “You are the first person I’ve seen as a certified trauma surgeon. Not many people are in this hospital because no one wanted to fund a center and recruit future doctors. I blame those greedy bastards.” Kang-hyuk cursed under his breath. Bo-ra did hear him, he wasn’t wrong.

“But I appreciate how you are committed to the work.” Kang-hyuk continues, “So, do you think you are ready for what will happen from this day forward?” He raised a brow to give her a skeptical look. 

Bo-ra didn’t hesitate to respond. “Yes, Dr. Baek. I’ll follow your demands and do whatever it takes to save lives.” She is proud of herself for not stuttering this time. 

Kang-hyuk’s lips curve into a smirk. Bo-ra sounds like Jae-won, except they studied different medical majors. He pulls back his chair to stand up. Bo-ra does the same with her hands folded in front. The experienced surgeon announces, “Welcome to the Trauma Unit, mandu. I hope you’ll keep up with everything.” Kang-hyuk accepts the female doctor into his team. Bo-ra’s face beams, her chocolate brown eyes lit up like the sun. She does a respectful bow. “Thank you so much, Dr. Baek. I’ll give it my all.” By the show of appreciation, she feels relieved.

For now. 

Subsequently, the two meet up with Jae-won and Jang-mi. They’re standing outside a patient’s room. Kang-hyuk instantly knew who it was because he had done a liver transplant on them. After getting the news that Jae-won and Jang-mi will be handling post-transplant for the first time, Kang-hyuk covered his mouth with his hand in a dramatic shock. 

He groans and puts his hands up for a second. “What am I gonna do? How am I ever gonna teach this lot to start pulling their own weight?” The older man questions them. Bo-ra looks at Jae-won and Jang-mi, who are trying to figure it out on the spot but look awkward. She does seem concerned because it’s required to know patient care, except it’s more complicated for trauma patients. 

Jang-mi suddenly remembers something. “By the way, Dr. Baek, I tried to tell you earlier.” She spoke, and for some reason, Jae-won comprehended immediately. 

Kang-hyuk asks, “What? Why? Am I in a dark place?”

With Bo-ra, she has no clue what’s happening, but there will be answers. 

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Jang-mi takes the trio to the desk clerk to show the budget cut emails from the audit. Kang-hyuk scoffs, “Budge cuts, my ass.” He is disappointed, although he should’ve expected the consequences for barging into the facility. 

Jae-won and Bo-ra are standing in the back as Jang-mi talks it through. The colorectal surgeon shifts his attention to his friend. “So, your first day is pretty chill.” He assumes. Bo-ra turns to him with a small smile. “Well, I have to follow Dr. Baek everywhere he goes because he is my trainer.” She states the obvious, but she shouldn’t be too comfortable. Bo-ra adds, “He also welcomed me to the unit. Which means, you and I will be doing our old-school teamwork.”

On the inside, Jae-won is screaming and cheering, but he is smiling merrily on the outside. 

“That’s great. I would love to see what you can do.” He is proud of Bo-ra. 

Before he could speak, a voice shouted in anger. “Dr. Baek!”

There comes Dr. Han Yu-rim. He strides to the desk with his finger pointing at Kang-hyuk. “There you are!” He said with an enraged face. Jae-won panics and tries to hide himself with medical documents. Bo-ra looks at the young doctor, bewildered, as if he had gotten in trouble. 

Dr. Han smirks when he notices Jae-won. “Oh, how are you doing?” He asked him. The scared man peeked through the papers. Kang-hyuk then asks the upset man. “What’s the occasion?” He sounded nonchalant with his hands in his white coat. Dr. Han gestures with his head. “Come with me.” Demanding Kang-hyuk. 

“Where to?” The trauma surgeon asked once more. Dr. Han yells, “You’ll find out when we get there!” He is feeling impatient and wants to drag the man. 

Kang-hyuk turns his head to Bo-ra. He might have to cut her training short. The woman instantly understands his look of uncertainty. She tells him, “It’s fine, Dr. Baek. I’ll wait until you’re finished.” She allows him to follow whatever Dr. Han is leading him to. Kang-hyuk sighs and has his gaze back on the grumpy man. “I’d like to know before I go.” He would much rather know the place where Dr. Han is taking him and not carelessly go along with it. 

According to the loudmouth doctor, Kang-hyuk has a meeting with Dr. Hong Jae-hoon. 

“You must be having a not-so-busy day here. Trust me, we’re usually not like this.” Jang-mi reminds Bo-ra. The two ladies and Jae-won are grabbing snacks from the vending machine. Bo-ra shakes her head. “No, I understand. If Dr. Baek needs to take care of priorities, then I can wait.” She honestly didn’t mind it because she had a new friend to get to know more of, and Jae-won is giving her bits of advice on what to expect daily. 

He did it to himself to lead the trauma unit every day, which Kang-hyuk names as a “death sentence.” Regardless, Jae-won is improving and acknowledging the extreme work. That’s why he became a protégé. 

Bo-ra thought of something that she had been hearing now and then. She asks the two healthcare professions, “Why does he call you two Anus and Gangster?” Her voice sounded so innocent. Jang-mi snickered and Jae-won blushed, looking at his Crocs. 

Jang-mi answers with honesty, “When I first encountered Dr. Baek, I thought he was a gangster who tried to murder a patient, so I tackled him.” She casually eats her mini chocolate chip cookies. Jae-won remembers that time, and it’ll forever be a core memory. 

Bo-ra is flabbergasted. “What?!” She never thought Jang-mi would be that crazy. 

The trauma department nurse raised her hands. “In my defense! He was dressed all in black, had no ID, and said, “I took care of them.” Which came off as ominous.” She explained herself to Bo-ra, who comprehends the reason to freak out over an unknown person, especially in a hospital.

Bo-ra says, “I would’ve done the same thing, except Dr. Baek looks like he could win in a fight against me.” For someone like her, short and not full of muscles, it’ll be the end of her, literally. She sips on her banana milk and looks at Jae-won. “What about you?” She wonders about his nickname. Bo-ra can hear Jang-mi cracking up. Jae-won frowns at the nurse. 

He sets his doe eyes on his best friend and speaks, “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” Jae-won lets out a deep breath before continuing, “After Dr. Baek knew about my occupation as a colorectal surgeon, he started calling me Anus and it got spread. Now, everyone knows about the annoying nickname.” He truly wants to dig a hole and never come back to land. 

It got quiet for a minute, which was strange. 

Jae-won begins to witness a smile twitching on Bo-ra’s face. He glares at her, “Yah! Don’t laugh, it’s rude!” He shouts, but not too aggressively. Then, both Jang-mi and Bo-ra burst out laughing. Poor Jae-won groans in frustration, he feels trapped. 

Soon enough, the two ladies calmed down. Bo-ra wraps her arms around Jae-won with her banana milk still in her hand. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t call you that.” She vows to never address him as the bottom part of the human body. Jae-won rolls his eyes behind his glasses. “I mean, I guess. If you do, I’ll call you mandu then.” His full lips play a snarky smirk. It honestly didn’t negatively affect Bo-ra. 

“I don’t know why he calls me that.” She might have to find out in the long run. Jang-mi smiles, “I think it’s cute, better than our nicknames. Plus, you are cute.” She compliments her new friend. Bo-ra sheepishly looks at Jang-mi and pulls away from Jae-won. “Thank you so much. I don't usually get nice words.” She openly admits to Jang-mi. The nurse felt a bit of an ache in her heart, and Jae-won knew immediately what she meant. 

He does his best to change the mood. “You deserve to be called that! You’re the cutest!” He expresses both sincerely and loudly. Jae-won softly pats Bo-ra’s head. She giggles because he has a strange yet sweet way of showing affection. Jang-mi watches them with fondness in her eyes. They care about each other a lot.

“Anus, Gangster, Mandu!”

Kang-hyuk abruptly interrupts the wholesome moment. He walks down the hallway with his usual stoic face. “Now that the meeting is over, I must check on patient Lee Hye-yeong. Anus and Mandu, come with me. And Gangster, do what you need to do.” Kang-hyuk directs the trio. Jang-mi takes a deep breath. “Alright. I’ll get back to my desk.” She starts to walk away while eating her cookies. 

Jae-won and Bo-ra trailed behind Kang-hyuk to the ICU. 

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The patient Lee Hye-yeong got into a fatal car accident with her father and brother, due to the heavy rain a couple of nights ago. Unfortunately, Hye-yeong’s father couldn’t make it through the surgery. She and her brother, Lee Gi-yeong, survived because Kang-hyuk did an illegal move to transplant their father’s liver and kidney into them because he was a donor. Even if he were to be conscious, Lee Ji-yeong would’ve given the doctors his consent to save his children. 

After the operations, it was hard for Jae-won to take it all in. But he did remember something. When he first flew on a helicopter to save a patient, Kang-hyuk asked him what he would do if it were a loved one of his. Jae-won knew it would be the right decision to sacrifice himself and have them live. 

Kang-hyuk opens the door for his new trauma surgeons before closing it. Bo-ra sees that the ventilator is hooked to Hye-yeong, who is resting. Despite suffering from an accident, she and her brother are fighters. Kang-hyuk reads about Hye-yeoung’s condition on a tablet—the three stand on the left side of the bed in silence. 

But then Bo-ra wants to know about the woman. “Dr. Baek, can you explain what happened to her?” She politely asked her new boss. He shuts the tablet and looks at Bo-ra. “Hye-yeong and her family got into a car accident. It was fortunate that her brother survived both the crash and surgery. But their father didn’t make it because his condition was too severe. We also found out he is a family organ donor. So, we transplanted his liver and one of his kidneys to his kids.”

“Hye-yeong had an acute renal failure. Do you know what that is?” Kang-hyuk wants to test Bo-ra’s knowledge. She speaks confidently, “It’s when the kidneys can’t filter waste products from the blood, having the ability to decrease the balance of fluids and electrolytes.” Bo-ra explained it perfectly that Jae-won had the urge to clap his hands. Kang-hyuk, on the other hand, has a pleasant grin. 

“That is correct,” Kang-hyuk affirmed. Bo-ra wants to cheer for herself because she has studied for years to learn about the human body. Kang-hyuk informs his two peers, “She should recover very soon. Her leg is no longer swelling because we removed the excess water and waste.” He disclosed on a good note. 

As they leave the room, Kang-hyuk tells Jae-won, “Anus, go wait at the desk clerk. I need to speak with Mandu.” He receives a “Yes, sir” from the younger man and leaves the two alone. Bo-ra looks up at Kang-hyuk, whose dark eyes are staring at her. “Let’s go somewhere private.” He said. She nods her head as a non-verbal response. 

Kang-hyuk takes Bo-ra to an empty area with glass windows, showing the full moon in the dark sky. She honestly didn’t expect it to be nighttime. They take a seat on the beige chairs to rest their legs. Kang-hyuk expounds as he looks at the magnificent night view. “My apologies for not being there for the whole day. I have stupid people trying to stop me from doing what I must do.” He doesn't mention their names. But he is upset by Dr. Han and Director Hong. They’re too focused on being money hungry rather than enhancing the hospital. 

It's a harsh reality for the Korean healthcare system.

Bo-ra understands Kang-hyuk. “Like I said earlier, I can wait.” She isn’t mad or disappointed. She then hears the experienced doctor speak with his deep voice, telling her the importance of being a doctor. “Well, once you officially start, just remember this. Twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year. If we stopped, even for a moment, someone’s heart would stop. So we have to keep running to keep our patients’ hearts beating. We must keep running.” The man sets out a reminder to the female doctor. 

She pulls her eyes away from the view to see his side profile. Bo-ra can’t believe she is thinking like this, but Kang-hyuk is one of the most handsome men she has ever seen. The gods crafted his face into a flawless human being. Kang-hyuk senses her lovely brown orbs on him. He turns his head to meet her gaze. Bo-ra quickly looks away with a shy blush coloring her round cheeks. 

It made her look more beautiful and adorable. He also felt warmth spreading across his chest. 

Bo-ra clears her throat before speaking. “Thank you for reminding me, Dr. Baek. I know what I signed up for, and I’ll put my energy to use. I also trained myself to stay in shape.” She laughs lightly, humoring her imperfections. 

Kang-hyuk, however, thinks the opposite. “Yah, Mandu. You’re perfect the way you are. I wouldn’t like it if you changed yourself.” He confesses his underlying emotions for Bo-ra. She becomes speechless. He comes off as blunt, but he is telling the truth. 

“I appreciate you, Dr. Baek.” Her dulcet voice echoes in the air.

“I'm just trying to stay positive for my colleagues." Kang-hyuk said benevolently.

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Chapter 1 - Bloody Baptism by Intestines

Pairing: Dr. Yang Jaewon x Reader

Theme: Fluff, Comedy, Medical Drama, Trauma Code AU

Warning: mentions of blood, surgical procedures, death.

The trauma center at Hankuk National University Hospital buzzed with activity—controlled chaos woven into an orchestra of beeping monitors, rolling gurneys, shouted vitals, and the metallic scent of antiseptic and urgency. For most, it was a hellscape. For the few brave (or foolish) enough to want in, it was the arena.

You stood at the sliding glass entrance, gripping your umbrella like a weapon and silently praying your soaked shoes wouldn’t squeak too loud on the pristine floor. The rain had plastered strands of hair to your forehead, but you didn’t dare fidget. You were already nervous enough to consider running back to internal medicine. It wasn’t too late. Probably.

“Trauma? Seriously?” Your friend from your residency days, who was currently in OBGY, had scoffed over samgyeopsal last week. “Do you have a death wish? Or do you just like hearing bones crunch in stereo?”

You gulped now, clutching your folder tighter. Bones crunching in stereo? You did not like that. But what you did like was making a difference when seconds mattered. That... and the absolute lunacy of this department had intrigued you ever since the legendary “Baek Kang-hyuk trauma invasion” had become gossip in every hospital cafeteria in Seoul.

"Excuse me," you called out at the nurses' station, approaching with the hesitant confidence of someone who knew too much but still hoped for mercy. "I'm here to apply for the trauma center fellowship."

Behind the counter sat Nurse Cheon Jang-mi—black coffee in hand, perfectly unimpressed. She looked you up and down like a recruiter for the Marines evaluating a stray poodle.

"Another brave soul," she muttered, handing you a clipboard. "Fill this out and wait over there. If you survive the day, maybe you’ll get a locker."

"Comforting," you replied, offering a weak smile as you accepted the clipboard.

You’d barely taken three steps before the automatic doors swished open again. A gurney burst through, pushed by two medics shouting, "GSW to abdomen! BP 90 over 60! ETA from injury: 10 minutes!"

Jang-mi muttered something like “Welcome to the jungle” under her breath and slammed her coffee down.

"Scratch that. You, newbie. You're assisting. Put the pen down."

You blinked. “Me?! On my first day?!”

She shot you a side-eye. “Congratulations. You’re no longer waiting. You're in the trauma center now.”

Inside Trauma Bay 2, the world shifted.

A young man—early twenties—lay on the gurney, soaked in blood and groaning. His lower abdomen was a mess of soaked gauze and pressure dressings. The smell of iron hit your nose like a punch. But your hands didn’t shake.

“ABC,” you murmured instinctively. “Airway’s patent, breathing shallow but symmetrical, circulation is... crap.”

"Pressure dropping!" a nurse called.

Your brain flipped into clinical mode. “Two large-bore IVs, stat. Hang two units of O-neg and get type and cross. Prep for FAST ultrasound.”

Jang-mi raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re new?”

“I did my ER rotation in Busan,” you replied, pressing down hard on the dressing. “We had more stabbings than clinic patients.”

From across the hallway, behind the observation glass, someone watched—quiet, unreadable. Dr. Yang Jae-won stood with his arms folded, his brow furrowed just slightly. He didn’t interfere, just observed with the kind of gaze that saw too much and said too little.

“Not bad,” he murmured under his breath. “Didn’t scream or cry. That’s new.”

You’d barely finished handing off the patient to surgery when you found yourself standing in a small break room with coffee-stained linoleum and one very judgmental vending machine. You looked like a drowned puppy. At the head of the room, like a war general awaiting a debrief, sat Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk.

“New applicant, huh?” he said, not looking up from his notes. “Name?”

You introduced yourself, bowing deeply. To your left, Dr. Yang Jae-won gave you a polite nod again, this time with a faint curve of his lips—a smile? To your right, Park Kyung-won sipped his coffee with the soul-deep tiredness only an anesthesiologist could possess.

“You handled that gunshot patient alright,” Baek said, scratching his temple. “Didn’t cry, puke, or pass out. Better than Slave No.1’s first day.” He gestured lazily at Jae-won.

Yang Jae-won groaned under his breath. “Professor…”

“I’m thinking...” Baek leaned back in his chair. “Something that’ll stick. Like ‘Bloody Rabbit’... no, that’s too cute. Or... Intestine Fairy?”

You blinked. “Intestine... Fairy?”

“She clutched the wound like she was tucking it into bed,” Jang-mi added helpfully from the doorway.

“I like it!” Baek grinned like a madman. “Intestine Fairy it is.”

You stood for a beat, then straightened and said, “Thank you, Professor. And may I say, that nickname is far less traumatic than I was warned.”

Everyone froze.

Jae-won coughed into his coffee. Kyung-won choked on his.

Baek narrowed his eyes. “Did you just sass me, newbie?”

You smiled. “Respectfully, sir. Intestinally.”

He pointed at you dramatically. “How dare you talk to your professor like that.”

A long pause. He grinned.

“I like you.”

Later That Day

The hallway was quieter now. The kind of quiet that only comes after chaos—echoes of beeping monitors fading into the hum of vending machines and the faint rhythm of rain tapping against the trauma center windows.

You leaned against the lockers, peeling off your gloves one finger at a time, when footsteps approached—calm, steady.

Yang Jae-won.

He stopped a few paces away, hands tucked into the pockets of his navy scrubs. The overhead lights cast soft shadows across his jawline.

“You were calm today,” he said.

You gave a half-smile, rubbing your forehead. “Pretty sure I disassociated halfway through.”

His laugh was low, a brief exhale of breath. “Still impressive. Dr. Baek doesn’t say ‘I like you’ often. Usually it’s more like, ‘Congratulations, you’re slightly less useless than yesterday.’”

That got a laugh out of you. A real one this time.

You looked up at him, rain-mottled glass behind his shoulder. “Thanks. For not stepping in earlier. During the GSW. I am glad you trusted me enough.”

He tilted his head slightly, considering you. “You didn’t need help.”

That made you pause. “...You’re really just like that, huh?” It made you wonder how real and genuine of a person he is. No show-off, no superiority, nothing.

His smile was small but real. “I try to be fair.”

Another beat of quiet. You nodded, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well,” you said. “One shift down. Only about a thousand more to go.”

Jae-won glanced out the window. “It’s still raining. You got here soaked.”

“Yeah,” you said, eyeing your damp shoes. “My umbrella flipped inside out before I even reached the gate.”

He hesitated. Then said, “Wait here.”

You blinked as he walked off, his silhouette vanishing down the hall.

Two minutes later, he returned—holding a trauma center-branded emergency poncho. Still in its plastic. Still very much hideous.

You burst out laughing. “This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Welcome gift,” he said, handing it over. “Also, a peace offering from the department of chaos.”

You tucked it under your arm. “Thanks Dr. Yang. I’ll wear it with pride. Maybe.”

His expression softened. He looked like he wanted to say something else but settled for: “Good work today, newbie.”

Then he turned, footsteps echoing as he disappeared around the corner—leaving you standing there, heart a little too warm for comfort, in the middle of the trauma center's dim, buzzing corridor.

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I made a tier list of Tekken characters, based on your neurodiversities, being my HC

Autism: Yoshimitsu, Paul Phoenix, Sergei Dragunov, Asuka Kazama, Miharu Hirano, Julia/Jaycee, Michelle Chang, Lidia, Eddy Gordo, Kazumi Mishima, Feng Wei, Shasheen

ADHD: Forest Law, Marshall Law, Azucena, Hwoarang, Ling Xiaoyu, Steve Fox, Ganryu, Bob/Slim Bob, Lars Alexsanderson, Baek Doo San, the 2 Kunimitsus and Claudio Serafino

Depression: Jin Kazama, Nina Williams, Clive Rosfield and Noctis

Bipolar: Kazuya Mishima, Lucky Chloe, Dr Bosconovitch, Reina Mishima and Jinpachi Mishima

Tourrete: Victor Chevalier, King and Armor King

Dyslexia: Lei Wulong

Anxiety: Josie Rizal, Leo Kliesen, Alisa Bosconovitch

Impulsive: Bryan Fury, Geese Howard, Devil Kazuya, Devil Jin, Heihachi Mishima, Miguel Caballero Rojo, Akuma, Fahkuram, Murduk, Ogre, True Ogre, Gon, Devil Kazumi

Narcisism: Lee Chaolan/Violet, Lili Rochefort, Anna Williams and Tiger Jackson

Neurotypical: Jun Kazama, Christie Monteiro, Taekwondo Girl, Sebastian, Leroy Smith, Bruce, Raven, Katarina, P Jack, Kuma, Panda, Alex, Gigas, Unknown, Tetsujin, Mokujin, P Jack 2, Wang Jinrei, Roger, Roger Jr and Zafina

(Have some characters that I have forget the names sorry)

@purpura-xiao @jinniexiong @enigmaoftheduchess @lionsteelmaiden

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𓂂𓈒♪ ❤︎ㅤ🍒 ံ့ 𝓑ASICS . . .

ꦿᩙ ✿ֵྀ♩᳝ 🦷 yvette / vetty / lette . 13-15 . she / it . shifter . therian . ꦿᩙ ✿ֵྀ♩᳝ 🦷 likes : music, discovering new things, shifting, making friends, talking, adrenaline rushes, krnb, w2e, @seulflwrs, sleeping in, iced coffee, singing, dancing, art, guitar, vlogs, perfection, rainy days, birds singing, nature, animals.

ꦿᩙ ✿ֵྀ♩᳝ 🦷 drs : enha added, katseye added, ive added, triples added, aespa added (shared), academia (shared), better cr (shared), influencer dr, blue period dr, royalty dr, two self made groups, and soloist dr.

⠀♥︎🍎⠀⠀⠀ൃ 𝕯NI if . . . basic criteria, anti shifter, anti of any of my interests/groups, kissy, z1on1st, pro ana/sh, theriophobic/furryphobic, -13 and 20+ (unless i follow u first)

⠀♥︎🍎⠀⠀⠀ൃ BY𝕱 . . . mostly shifting posts and moodboards, depression, anxiety, mentions of EDs and past s/h, professional yapper, kinda weird and can come off weird, and i suck at making convo TT but I promise im nice, just shy!!

𝓡ecommended 𝓟laylist. 🪽⠀𓈒⠀𖹭..⠀◠ᩧ◠ ͡

Hysteric Glamour — Tabber

love. — wave to earth

Miss Understood — DPR IAN

Being — Tabber, Yerin Baek

EVERYTHING — The Black Skirts

KAZINO — BIBI

Anywhere But Home — SEULGI

Step? — BIBI

𒈔 ♫ ᤳ. ❀͟. I will never stop loving you.

[purplemountain]

Trauma Code: A Hero in Love

genre: workplace romance, comedy, mutual pinning, slow-burn, banter, suggestive

A series of one-shot stories between Dr. Baek Kang Hyuk (Ju Jihoon) and Dr. Song Hye Joo (Song Hyekyo)

When Dr. Baek’s former med school rival, Dr. Song Hyejoo, joins the trauma center team, his usual composure is shaken—just a little competitive, and maybe a little shy. As they face emergencies together, they learn to work in sync, and they rediscover something they never dared explore before.

This will be a series of one-shot stories between Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk and Dr. Song Hye-joo (my OC; played by Song Hyekyo, because why not. Also I badly need the casting directors to pair them for a romcom or melo drama together 👉🏻👈🏻).

It’s not a story where everything is in chronological order or a continuation of what happened to the previous chapters. It’s like a series of moments.

Might include a chapter with their backstory in university and when they met again after many years when Dr. Song is introduced as the new addition to the trauma center team before I upload a series of chapter moments between them ><

I tried to keep Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk’s character as similar and accurate as I can, but you know what, 🎀 I’m just a girl 🎀 who wants to see him be a little clumsy and shy around his (secret) crush. So if it’s a little inaccurate or if you think it’s out of character, then I’m so sorry asdfsghjkg ;—; but isn’t it fun to imagine the cool (sexy) hot-tempered doctor become a fool in love for someone? Like a total loser. Frankly it’s my favorite character trope. He’s all mean and scowly with other people, and then he absolutely melts and malfunctions when a beautiful, strong, and intelligent woman (a.k.a his long-time crush) comes near him.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!!🥹 I’ve already written A LOT of random chapters. And I might also include a little bit of nsfw, or maybe just suggestive, IDK I have no experience in writing sensual scenes, I feel like it’s gonna sound cringey when I do it wish me luck🥲👍🏻

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Chapter List:

1.1 Early Symptoms of Trouble 1.2 Side Effects May Include... 1.3 Cardiac Complications

Flashback 1: Brief Encounters at Med School Flashback 2: Reunion in the Trauma Bay Flashback 3: Check His Vitals— She's Back

2.1 Diagnosis - Obvious 2.2 Late Night Consultations - Catching Up

3.1 A Prescription for Lunch 3.2 White Coats & Warm Blankets

4.1 The Mom & Dad of the Trauma Center 4.2 Code Blue - Parental Unit 4.3 When Dr. Dad Noticed 4.4 When Dr. Mom Noticed

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I swear nothing in my life has HELD me as much as Ju Ji Hoon as Dr. Baek Gang Hyeok does! 🥹♥️❤️‍🔥

The trauma code show is so good! Really well done! I looked forward to this the entire month and I am at the halfway mark and I am happy with how it turned out!