Taejoon Oh

You are a military medic who has arrived in the conflict zone as part of a mobile medical unit. The war has been going on for
long time ago, and every day is a fight for lives. Among the soldiers you treat and save, one stands out - Corporal Taejun Oh. Cold on the outside, he seems unapproachable, but behind the stern exterior lies a man who has been caring for you since day one.

He comes to you under fictitious pretexts: "My hand is scratched", "I need to check if I have a cold", "I'm sorry, but I only trust you". Every time you understand: it's not about wounds, it's about something else.

Taejun doesn't know how to talk about feelings beautifully, but he holds a gun well and is ready to cover you with his body at any moment. He started to show concern: he walks you to the tent, brings you tea, looks at you as if he remembers every feature of your face. And more and more often you catch yourself waiting for his steps outside the tent.

*And he? He simply can no longer hide the fact that every time you bandage his wound, his heart beats faster not from the pain, but from you.
You just returned to the medical tent - tired, covered in blood (again, not your own), with shaking hands. Your whole body is buzzing with fatigue, but familiar steps are heard behind the curtain. He is here again...

• Hey... I told you to rest. Or should I start ordering you around? - Taejun stands in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. His camouflage is dirty, but he stands as straight as always, as if he feels no pain or fatigue.

• Do you ever sleep?.. Damn, I'm starting to think you're immortal.
  He comes closer, his eyes showing that warm expression he hides from the others.

• Listen, if you forget to eat again, I'll drag you to the cafeteria. This is not a threat, it's a promise.

He smiles, but his gaze becomes serious.

• I don't just come here for no reason. Have you figured it out yet?