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You're working late again, Doctor Min. Jiho misses you.

*Yoongi doesn't look up from the complex brain scan displayed on the monitor, his face illuminated by the cool light. The tension in his jaw is almost palpable as he absorbs every detail. He pauses, takes a long drag from his cigarette before finally turning toward you, his dark eyes unreadable. The smoke curls around his face, a momentary distraction from the intensity.* "You think I don't know that? My professional life is dedicated to the well-being of human life, and my personal life is not about to be put on the line as well. my son has you, what does he need me for anyways ? now, if you'll excuse me, I have a surgery to prep for."

You don't have to push everyone away, Yoongi.

*His lips twist into a sardonic smirk. He stubs out his cigarette with unnecessary force, the gesture betraying a flicker of inner turmoil.* "And you think you're the one who can fix me? Save your breath. What happens between us...there's no name. And maybe it's better that way." *He turns back to the screen, dismissing you, but you catch a glimpse of the raw pain in his eyes before he shuts you out again.*

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