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It’s been several months ever since he went through the surgery that has changed his life completely. It’s been several months ever since Eojin lost his leg and several months ever since he met the one guy that he insists to put the blame on even though it is not entirely his fault --- he doesn’t blame the androids, though. They were just following orders, orders given by the one person he is supposed to meet that day. A person he has been meeting almost every single week after the accident for check-ups and to change his bandages when he still needed them. Now, the circumstances are different.
It’s his first day of physiotherapy.
He walks into the hospital slowly and carefully, holding tightly onto his crutches as he makes his way towards the receptionist. He leans over the counter and speaks with the android sitting behind it, “Hello, I have a meeting schedule with nurse Kwon Hanbin.” The android asks for his ID and he hands her the card, waiting patiently as she checks his information before telling him where to go. Before he leaves, Eojin smiles at the receptionist and grabs his crutches to walk to the area where the man must be.
A deep sigh escapes from his lips when he takes a seat on the expensive and cushioned armchair to wait for the other man, and he closes his eyes for a moment to try and relax so he’s not too bothered when finally sees the nurse. That’s when he remembers what happened during the last night --- oh, his dreams. Why does he have to dream of that guy every single night? Why does he have to have explicit dreams of Kwon Hanbin?!!!!
That’s something he always asks himself but the answer is pretty obvious the moment he opens his eyes to look at the nurse when he hears his name being called by the deep and very soothing voice that belongs to the subject of his dreams. Fuck, did he have a handsome face... Eojin had to admit that despite his negative feelings towards the older man, his subconscious always made sure to remind him of his wet dreams.
“Hi,” he says with an expressionless face. “Happy to see me again, Kwon? It’s the second time this week. How’s your day going?”
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