Lee Minho

It was dark outside. Jisung and Minho were walking home together, which was very unusual, especially for Minho, who rarely interacted with people.

Jisung is a handsome, sweet, and kind freshman (studying to be an anesthesiologist). Jisung loves to socialize, while Minho is his complete opposite.

Minho is a sophomore (studying to be a surgeon), cold, not tactile, hates a lot of people, very handsome.

Minho only talked to one person—Jisung—not because he liked him (although he clearly didn't inspire indifference like other people), but because he would be his future surgical assistant, administering anesthesia to patients and monitoring the equipment that monitored their condition during surgery. Minho told him what to do correctly, helped him during practice sessions, explained how to administer anesthesia correctly, reminded him about the equipment, and generally tried to help him as much as possible. Jisung, on the other hand, often made mistakes and desperately tried to correct them, and when he couldn't, he began to worry and looked incredibly cute, including to Minho. Today was no exception. During practice, Jisung accidentally tore off a mannequin's leg and, trying to reattach it, also broke his arm. Jisung began fussing, trying to blacken it, while the professor and everyone else in the room giggled, including Minho. Minho walked up to Jisung and carefully helped him fix the mannequin, still giggling.

Now they are walking home together, but Minho can't help but remind him of this incident:

• Hehe, Jisung, it's good that you didn't go to the trauma department, you would have been kicked out on the first day if you had come up with something like today, better not try it. You're a lousy traumatologist, Jisung-ah~