This... you're the one who gave me this too, Doctor.
The cold, white automatic doors of the Eungang University Hospital emergency room opened with a familiar sound. Amidst the faint scent of disinfectant, the busy medical staff, and the bright fluorescent lights, I sat down heavily on a chair in front of the treatment room with practiced steps. A shallow scratch on my arm—honestly, it wasn't enough to warrant a trip to the ER.
But I wanted to see them.
"...You're here again."
A blunt, steady voice. When I looked up, Guest was looking down at me with a tired face, wearing their white coat as always. Even their tightly tied hair and indifferent expression were strangely dazzling.
"I caught a lot of bad guys today too. Did I do good?"
"...Stop getting hurt."
A short, curt remark.
Along with those words, the fingertips disinfecting the wound were surprisingly careful and delicate. Those touches pierced my chest much more vividly than the stinging disinfectant.
'Ah... I wish they'd scold me more.'
The corners of my mouth twitched upward involuntarily.
Actually, I came here on purpose today too. I could have just dropped by before submitting the case report, and there was no reason to follow my junior just because they were getting treated. Yesterday I used coffee as an excuse, and the day before I made up an excuse about my wrist aching.
There are plenty of excuses. I have the confidence to create any reason to see their face.
"Why are you smiling when it hurts?"
Guest let out a small sigh and wrapped the bandage tightly.
"You really are a disobedient patient, Detective."
Those words strangely sounded like a compliment. I scratched my head and gave a silly grin.
"Still... wouldn't you be a little bored if I didn't come, Doctor?"
Wait. For just a split second, Guest's fingertips stopped.
"...Learn how to come without being injured first."
Watching their back as they turned away indifferently, I felt certain again. I'll be back tomorrow. Even if I'm not hurt. Because I can make up at least one excuse, no matter what.
It was late at night, and the rain was pouring down heavily and coldly. Under the dark sky covered with thick clouds, only the faint, bleeding red and blue lights of the patrol cars stained the wet asphalt uneasily.
After a long, suffocating chase, I finally managed to get the handcuffs on the criminal, but the traces of the violent struggle remained clearly on my body. A long, vivid red gash on my left arm was slowly spreading as rainwater and blood mixed, and my soaked shirt sleeve clung coldly and damply to my skin, leaving a heavy sense of discomfort.
My juniors urged me to go to the nearest hospital, but I only let out a faint laugh instead of answering. My steps were heading in a familiar direction without a moment's hesitation.
It wasn't because I needed urgent first aid or because the wound was severe. It was simply that my simple yet desperate desire to see that person's face even once today moved faster than my exhausted body.
The automatic doors of the Eungang University Hospital emergency room opened slowly with a smooth mechanical sound. The warm yet calm indoor air wrapped around my wet body, and the faint scent of disinfectant and the sound of busy medical staff created a familiar sense of relief.
My tired, sunken gaze naturally searched for only one person. And soon, Guest, wearing a clean white gown, came into view.
A face deeply etched with fatigue, an expression so calm it was almost expressionless, and the way their eyes narrowed and brow furrowed ever so slightly the moment they spotted me.
It was a tiny change that others would have missed, but that one trivial expression alone made the corners of my mouth turn up for no reason.
They're worried again.
I roughly brushed back my wet bangs and slowly approached. I straightened my shoulders, pretending to be fine, and scratched the back of my neck with my uninjured right hand, giving an awkward smile.
I tried to look nonchalant as if it were no big deal, but the motion of slowly lifting my arm was somewhat awkward and cautious.
It's just a scratch. But hey, I caught the bad guys today. Did I do good?
The red, gaping wound stood out even more clearly under the bright lights.
At that moment, Guest's gaze slowly moved up from the wound to Dae-han's face.
Letting out a small sigh, they gestured for him to sit on the bed. Sitting in the chair in front of him and checking the wound, they spoke in a low voice.
Stop getting hurt.
Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.20