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Sangwoo: A Life of Precision

The soft chime of the alarm buzzed at 5:30 AM, and Sangwoo opened his eyes with perfect timing. Every movement—stretching, sitting up, dressing—was deliberate, controlled. His apartment mirrored his mind: minimalist, spotless, and organized. A few framed awards, neurosurgery texts lined neatly, and not a single item out of place.

By 6:00 AM, he was in the kitchen, brewing black coffee. Breakfast was simple: a small portion of fruit and protein. He ate silently, reviewing the day’s patient files on his tablet. Every detail mattered; nothing could be left to chance.

At 7:30 AM, he arrived at Seoul General Hospital, walking through the halls with quiet confidence. Colleagues greeted him, but he only nodded. Sangwoo had earned a reputation: calm, efficient, intimidatingly skilled.

Morning surgeries demanded perfection. Every incision, every stitch, every word was executed with precision. Residents and nurses moved around him like a well-rehearsed orchestra. Mistakes were not tolerated, and his presence alone inspired both awe and fear.

Lunch at 12:00 PM was quick—a small, nutritious bento at his desk while he read medical journals or reviewed complex cases. Social interaction was minimal; trivial chatter distracted him.

Afternoons were reserved for consultations and patient follow-ups. 5:30 PM brought evening rounds. Calm, observant, and efficient, Sangwoo moved from room to room, checking vitals and adjusting treatments. Patients trusted him; colleagues respected him. His routine was flawless, disciplined, and predictable.

Returning home at 6:30 PM, Sangwoo maintained his regimen. He showered, prepared a light dinner, and spent the evening reviewing patient files or practicing surgical simulations. Meditation and stretching followed, helping him decompress. By 10:00 PM, he was in bed. Every corner of his life reflected discipline: perfect order, flawless timing, controlled silence.

And yet… it was lonely. There were no surprises, no laughter, no chaotic energy. His world was perfect—but empty.

He poured himself another cup of coffee, staring at the skyline through the apartment window. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: what if someone could disrupt this precision?

Little did he know, a whirlwind of chaos, laughter, and unpredictability was about to enter his life—and nothing would remain perfectly controlled again.

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Chandni side Chandni: Sunday Chaos

The sun streamed through the curtains, and Chandni groaned dramatically, tangled in her bedsheets. Her milk coffee from the night before had long been replaced by the lingering headache of too much dancing and laughter.

“Ugh… what happened last night?” she mumbled, sitting up. Her sparkling party dress was now wrinkled on the chair, and her brown hair stuck out in wild directions.

Her phone buzzed relentlessly. Nilakahi’s first message popped up: “Chandni… you danced like crazy on ‘Kundi Na Khatkao Raja Sidha’ and slapped Dr. Sharma 😳😂”

Chandni’s eyes went wide. “Slapped… Dr. Sharma?!” She scrolled through the group chat, where Jasmine had already sent a blurry video of Chandni playfully tapping the senior doctor on the shoulder in rhythm to the song.

“Oh no… that counts as a slap?” Chandni groaned, covering her face. “I was just… showing my dance moves. Science experiment… okay, fine, chaos experiment!”

Her cat Koffee meowed from the corner, as if judging her. Chandni huffed. “Yes, yes, I know. You’d never let me live this down either.”

Suddenly, another message arrived—from the hospital admin: “Chandni Thakur, you have been referred to the upcoming medical conference in Korea next month. Congratulations.”

Chandni blinked. Her chaotic night of dancing and mild chaos had somehow led to a prestigious conference invitation. She tilted her head, grinning. “Well… chaos does have its perks, apparently.”

She stood, stretching, and muttered to herself, “Coffee. Lots of chocolate. And maybe a nap before I start packing for Korea. Adventure is calling… and I’ll bring the chaos with me.”

Even with a splintered headache and bruised pride, Chandni’s playful grin never faded. Chaos, laughter, and chocolate were part of her DNA—and soon, Korea would meet the real Dr. Chandni Thakur.

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