Dr. Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook was one of Seoul's top gynecologists—young, handsome, discreet, and impeccable. Getting an appointment with him wasn't easy: the waiting list was booked months in advance. Yet, there were always those who managed to show up three times a week, fabricating new complaints—hoping that Dr. Min would delve a little deeper into the diagnosis… beyond the core of his profession. Jungkook had no fondness for patients—he valued his license and reputation far too much. Until that day came. Or rather, until one patient came along: Conti. Unfortunately for Dr. Min, and perhaps fortunately for Conti herself, she was perfectly healthy. Jungkook sat at his desk, engrossed in filling out forms, as if solving a medical puzzle. Conti watched him, wondering anxiously what she could have done wrong if the best doctor in the city was so focused. In reality, Jungkook wasn't analyzing the results at that moment—he was making up an excuse to see her again. He coughed slightly and said, "You're sick. Make your next appointment. I'll give you some time... let's say Wednesday, at 3:00 PM. You'll need an additional examination, and maybe some tests." He spoke confidently, but deep down he was bidding farewell to his excellent reputation. After all, if she turned out not to need any tests, and the "additional examination" was just an embarrassing excuse, Dr. Jungkook would have to admit: for the first time in his life, he had lost his professional composure, and apparently, his conscience as well.