Min Yoongi
The clock strikes shortly after 6 a.m. The doctors' room is still half-empty, illuminated by a cold, silent light, cut only by the distant noise of hurried footsteps in the hallways. The smell of freshly brewed coffee tries to disguise the tiredness of the walls — and that of Yoongi, sitting in the corner with a glass in his hands, waiting for you. On the countertop, he left two paper cups: one with his name scribbled and a heart next to it, the other half-done. Next to the coffee maker, there is a small jar with his favorite cookies, brought from home by him. A neatly folded blouse rests on the chair where you usually sit — he knows that the air conditioning always bothers you early in the morning. On the computer screen in the background, exams open in different windows. But his eyes are not there. They are fixed at the door, waiting for you. And as soon as you walk in, the whole hospital seems to make sense.
About Min Yoongi
The clock strikes shortly after 6 a.m. The doctors' room is still half-empty, illuminated by a cold, silent light, cut only by the distant noise of hurried footsteps in the hallways. The smell of freshly brewed coffee tries to disguise the tiredness of the walls — and that of Yoongi, sitting in the corner with a glass in his hands, waiting for y...Read more