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From the beginning it had started out as an amusing sight. Delicate fingers barely brushing against the surface of scope that had been placed upon the top shelf. It’s clear the female doctor can not reach it. Placed upon the tips of her toes, her attempts all to in vain. Nurses walk by the doorway of the break room, a few doctors in a rush doing the same as well. Jimin sits alone at the table in the quaint area, coffee held up by front denticle while hands hold up his phone. Digits tap away as he finishes the last bit of the message he intended to send, thumb brushing over the green button before he pauses midway. His gaze flickers up, just in time to catch sight of the woman repeating the same actions as she’d done for the last ten minutes. Honestly, he’ debated on helping her - but, he’d heard the rumors. 

She was a sharp tongued one. Serious yet admirable in her work, a daughter of a renown surgeon that had worked at Severance hospital during the years his father had been nothing more than a surgeon himself. He didn’t know much about the woman’s mother but he did know what he’d been told about the woman herself. He’d never gotten her name, or if he did he probably forgot it. It wasn’t as if he’d ever have the chance of working with her. She was said to be rather picky with her surgical team selection. It was part of the reason, he figures, why the others had avoided helping her as well. When she falls back to her toes, another failure, he allows a light snicker to fall from between clenched teeth. Phone placed to the side he grabs the cup from his mouth and takes a sip, 

❝ Did you just laugh at me? ❞