That almost sounded like poetry.
Are you sure you’re a doctor?
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
Doctors read, too.
Some of us even feel.
Jiwoon takes a shaky breath. Then slowly turns his back to Haru. Exposes the bare nape of his neck. The band of scars disappearing beneath the hospital gown.
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
Do you still want to see it?
Haru says nothing. He gently brushes the gown aside.
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
...Who did this?
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
Someone who said I needed to learn how to obey.
Haru’s hand clenches on his knee.
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
It wasn’t your fault.
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
I know that.
Now.
But knowing doesn’t erase it.
Haru’s fingers trace the edge of a scar. Not with pity. With reverence — like reading a text written in pain.
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
Then let it remain.
Not as a warning.
But a record — of surviving.
Jiwoon turns slightly, his eyes glossed with something unshed. His voice lowers.
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
You're the first to look at it like that.
Like I'm not broken. Just… unfinished.
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
You’re not broken.
You're rare.
The rooftop quiets. Jiwoon leans his head on Haru’s shoulder. Haru doesn’t move away.
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
Doctor Kang…
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
Hm?
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
Doctor Kang…
Dr. Kang Haru(MC)
Yes?
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
When I’m discharged…
Seo Jiwoon (ML)
Would you still want to see me?
Outside the hospital?
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