you’re too sweet for me
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"My future husband, so handsome," said a beautiful, slender woman with waist-length hair and the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen.
"And you, my future wife! So lovely," said the man who had prepared a small yet significant surprise that would mark a step toward their happy future. "I'll go to our room, sweetheart. There's something important I need to give you."
His fiancée just looked at him, her eyes bright with excitement.
As he entered their shared bedroom, his phone vibrated. He opened the notification from his work group chat—it was a link to a video and a humorous comment about it.
— LMAO GUYS, IS THIS WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR US? 😂😂 —
It was a group chat with his coworkers. He took a moment to sit on their shared bed and open the link his supervisor had sent. It was a pornographic video… He was used to his colleagues sending tasteless videos like these, but this one was peculiarly different.
It featured a muscular woman with enormous breasts resembling balloons, and that woman had a huge penis, penetrating another woman…
The man couldn't look away from the video; he was paralyzed.
"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" His fiancée peeked through the door of their shared bedroom. He quickly closed the video he was watching, visibly nervous and shaken.
"Everything's fine, beautiful! I'll be there in a moment."
That poor man couldn’t sleep well for the next two weeks. The ring he had prepared for his fiancée now lay hidden deep in his closet… Too ashamed to bring it out again.
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"Sweetheart, are you home?" The fiancée of that handsome man had arrived home early, hoping to find him so she could cook him a delicious meal.
"Hyunju—" Her words faltered as she stepped into their closet. The woman saw her perfect future husband wearing one of her skirts, high heels, and silk stockings.
He only looked at her, fear in his eyes, his hands trembling, his face red with embarrassment. Things would be difficult from now on…
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"So… the person from the call…?"
Hyunju looked at you once more, hesitant to tell you the truth.
"My mother. I'm sure she was the one who got your number with the help of my younger brothers," she said with a mix of annoyance and melancholy. So, in the end, her family did worry about her? You wondered internally.
"Please block the number, and if they call you again, let me know immediately," she said, now more serious. "I don’t want any incidents, and the last thing I’d want is for you to get involved."
"Sure, no problem…" You replied, dissatisfied with her response. You shouldn't get too involved in her situation. After all, she was still your patient and nothing more (or so you forced yourself to believe to resist the curiosity that was eating you alive).
Both of you fell into silence. You weren’t sure if it was a comfortable silence or simply an absence of words. Just thoughts running through both of your minds in the room.
"Hyunju," you called out after the silence became concerning. "Thank you for trusting me with details about your past. I really appreciate it."
Hyunju had noticed your change in expression a few moments ago. Without a doubt, she was someone who could read others very well. That was both a good and bad thing—emotionally draining.
That’s why she chose to remain silent once more, simply forcing a smile that seemed to convince you. "Thank you for trusting me," she said before going back to her silence, picking up her book…
It would be a quiet afternoon, both of you thought.
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You were in the kitchen, cooking today’s meal. You had been studying the recipes given to you by the hospital’s nutritionist for Hyunju.
You considered yourself a decent chef, given that you had learned to cook during your university years.
"Spinach omelet with a side of tomato salad and shredded chicken," you repeated to yourself, whisking the eggs for both you and Hyunju.
It had been a while since Hyunju had asked for help to go to her room—she hadn’t come out since.
You had no intention of disturbing her or invading her personal space. Had you been crossing professional boundaries by getting too close to her? You wondered as you blended the eggs with spinach, turning them a deep green.
Why did you feel bad after that brief moment with Hyunju? You couldn’t get her out of your head, and that was concerning.
She was there, smiling in a way that melted your heart every time you thought about her. A tenderness that warmed your cheeks whenever your skin accidentally touched hers, when you hugged her and caught the faint scent of vanilla in her hair, the way her hands trembled when she was nervous, how she tied her hair up—Wait, did you just think all that about your patient?
You stopped stirring the chicken in the pan, your heart skipping a beat. What the hell was happening to you? You needed to clear your mind immediately. Fortunately, you had to leave a pot of soup to simmer. You could take a shower while it cooked.
You knocked on Hyunju’s bedroom door—it was the only room with a bathroom.
"Come in," Hyunju responded from inside.
When you opened the door, you found her with the book you had given her in her hands. She was lying on her bed, in a comfortable reading position. As usual, when she was focused, she had tied her hair up. Her expression was still somewhat serious, her lips forming a thin, straight line… It made you a little nervous, if you had to admit it.
"Can I use your bathroom? The food is almost ready, and I was wondering if I could take a quick shower," you asked timidly.
The room wasn’t very big, and the thoughts from earlier were still pounding in your head.
"Of course, I have folded towels on the top shelf of my closet. You can take one if you need it," Hyunju indicated, now speaking in a softer tone.
You couldn’t help but feel that the distance created by the earlier incident was fading into the air.
"Thanks, I won’t take long."
You stepped into the shower, letting the cold water run over your feet. Your thoughts about your patient were still persistent. You tried to think about anything else… But you couldn’t. You were genuinely trapped in a loop of thoughts that weren’t good for your professional career.
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After getting out of the shower, you took your time changing (even though you hadn’t forgotten about the soup boiling on the stove). You put on something comfortable—loose pants, a gray t-shirt, and your slippers. Wrapping your hair in a towel, you carefully packed your skincare products into your bag.
As you placed your perfume inside, one of your products slipped out, forcing you to bend down to pick it up… Your heart stopped for a moment.
A black nail polish bottle you had brought from home to touch up Hyunju’s nails. You had completely forgotten about it.
You had always been overly concerned about her—how had you not realized it before? Did you really like her? Did your heart really beat faster when you thought about her?
When you first saw her step out of the hospital van, was it just admiration?
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On the other side of the room, Hyunju couldn’t focus on reading a single paragraph of the book you had given her.
She had been rereading the same passage over and over without understanding a word.
She finally set the book aside and tried closing her eyes for a moment.
Hyunju felt—at the very least—guilty and worried about the situation.
She truly appreciated you, deeply grateful for how hard you worked to take care of her… Yes, from the very beginning, she had noticed your attention and concern—something none of the other nurses had shown hShe had noticed how you tried to make her smile, how you helped her carry the weight of her worries and pain.
She didn’t feel worthy of that, much less now. So she chose her usual coping mechanism to deal with her self-criticism and disappointment. Keeping her distance, pretending to be serious for a while.
She knew that at some point, she had to call her family. A few months ago, they had been trying to contact her. But she wasn’t ready yet—she still felt like a fraud, unwilling to face them halfway through her transition, only to be met with mockery and rejection… again.
After all, why would someone like you be interested in her? No matter the reason, she didn’t feel worthy of it.
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