Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Day Ward
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Good Samwon Hospital.
It was a general hospital with around 200 beds, not particularly large in scale.
Most of the visitors were outpatients, and there were plenty of clinic appointments.
Yet the beds at Good Samwon Hospital were rarely empty.
That was because long-term patients like Nylon filled the wards to the brim.
Whisper whisper.
Thanks to that, the nurses on Ward 4 had relatively lighter workloads.
"Did you see that patient? He snuck out again last night and came back drunk."
"Seriously? Isn't he crazy?"
The three nurses in the break room had an atmosphere that was bound to be relaxed.
Their conversation, which started with work matters, soon turned personal.
"By the way, I heard Yujin had a blind date this weekend. How'd it go?"
"Don't even ask. Ugh, he was such a total jerk."
"What was he like?"
"His first words at the blind date were asking if I wanted to get married someday. Fine, whatever, but then he asked what I thought about premarital chastity. Said he was a devout believer or something..."
"That's not just bad luck—that's him beating around the bush about your experience."
They chattered on for a while, and break time flew by.
But their gossip continued even at the ward desk.
"Speaking of which, have you all seen the patient in Room 505?"
"Huh? Room 505?"
"Oh, you mean Mr. Kang Woojin who got admitted yesterday? I've seen his chart."
The nurse who brought it up spoke with clear excitement.
"He's insanely hot. I saw him up close during morning rounds, and his body's amazing too."
"Oh, uh, really...?"
"He was admitted for a tofu injury and overwork—maybe he's some kind of athlete?"
Kang Woojin became the hot topic among the women in their prime.
"I don't know his job. But that decadent vibe... ugh."
The nurse leading the talk let out an auntie-like sigh, covering her mouth as she whispered.
"And it was huge too."
She'd witnessed his morning erection and measured it against her palm.
"About this long? At least 15cm, I'd say?"
Giggling laughter echoed at the desk as the talk veered more lewd.
"Next chance I get, maybe snag his number..."
Right then.
Thud!
A wavy-blonde woman approached and slammed her palm on the desk.
"Excuse me."
Had she overheard the nurses?
The beauty with a generally icy impression wore a displeased scowl.
Round piercings dotted her ears, her outfit far from modest, and light makeup sharpened her striking looks.
She looked like the type who played the field—and she was none other than Yoo Harin.
"Y-yes, hello."
"What can we do for you...?"
Overwhelmed by her vibe and presence, the nurses stammered.
"Could you take these to the patient in Room 505...?"
Yoo Harin set several paper bags on the desk but trailed off, shaking her head.
She'd planned to just toss them and leave.
But for some reason, she felt irritated and glared at the nurses, correcting herself.
"No—where do I go for Room 505?"
"Ah! Yes! Down that hall, turn at the end for the elevator..."
The nurse who'd led the dirty talk flinched under Yoo Harin's gaze and kept explaining.
'Why am I so pissed?'
Yoo Harin unnecessarily asked for directions, replaying the nurses' chat as she coolly lowered her eyes.
"Ah, that way? Got it."
"..."
"I know the way now. But is it okay for on-duty nurses to talk about patients like that sexually? Isn't that harassment? I wouldn't know."
"Uh, th-that's..."
The late-20s nurse fidgeted under Yoo Harin's reprimand.
"...We didn't mean it badly."
She rolled her eyes, making excuses.
"I-I meant he's attractive. Great body, handsome, so..."
Yoo Harin let out a small scoff.
"Hmph."
True to her delinquent nature, she knew how to bully and shot the nurse a sharp glare.
Swipe!
But she didn't press further.
"Watch yourselves from now on."
She turned, leaving a pointed warning as she headed to the room.
"Haa..."
Sighs rose behind her from the nurses.
Step.
Yoo Harin shook off her mild irritation and took the elevator right away.
"Ugh, seriously."
Leaning back against the wall with a thud, she muttered with a complicated expression.
"Why am I getting mad over that asshole Woo-chin?"
She asked herself, but no easy answer came.
Ding!
She arrived at the fifth floor.
Putting her questions aside, Yoo Harin strode forward and found Room 505, which Kang Woojin had all to himself.
'Act normal. Just like always.'
Big deep breath in front of the door.
Her unresolved worries from last Saturday lingered, but she feigned composure and flung the door open roughly.
"Hey! Woo-chin...!"
And she froze solid.
Stay calm, she'd told herself a million times—and it all went out the window.
"Hoo!"
Just then, Kang Woojin—mid-home workout(?), shirt flung off—turned to her.
"Oh, you're here? Faster than I thought. Were you nearby my place anyway?"
Sweat dripping, he straightened up and wiped his face with a towel.
"You crazy bastard!"
Suddenly, face flushed red, Yoo Harin yelled.
"Why the hell are you stripping in broad daylight?!"
Kang Woojin always threw her off, and she hated and resented him for it.
"Can't you tell? I'm working out."
He wiped his face calmly in reply.
"Then why strip?!"
"Hot."
"You're sick—why even work out?!"
"Bored. Habit."
"Argh! Just shut up!"
Kang Woojin wouldn't yield an inch, boiling her blood.
"Shut it and take this!"
Fueled by frustration, she hurled the paper bag at him.
"Oh, you brought it?"
He caught it effortlessly and added nonchalantly.
"Thanks."
The bags held his essentials.
"Did you lock up when you left my place?"
Sitting on the bed, rummaging through, he asked.
"Lock or not—what's it matter? It locks itself."
Yoo Harin turned her head peevishly, grumbling.
"Just checking if you closed it right. Front door's old—sometimes it doesn't latch properly."
"...I checked it was locked before I left, so chill."
"Good. Anyway, thanks a ton. I'd be screwed without you. Sia's at the bureau too."
"Asshole. Don't make me do this crap anymore."
"This crap?"
His head tilt made her raise her voice again.
"Don't be a pain! Why should I clean up after you, Woo-chin?! Am I your servant?!"
"Not a servant."
"Then what?!"
"Contractual. Business partner?"
"Fuck!"
"No cussing—help me unpack."
Kang Woojin spread out the three bags on the bed.
Yoo Harin grumbled nonstop but helped sort his stuff.
'What am I even doing...'
For some reason, she couldn't refuse his requests or orders.
'...Right, it's all because of that damn contract.'
Refusing now would just extend the term.
Pity to void it after all this.
'Just endure a bit more. A little longer.'
Comforting herself, she followed his instructions readily.
"Where's this go?"
"Bottom drawer over there."
Not fully over her resistance, she moved roughly.
Thud!
But her touch was more delicate and precise than it looked.
Glance.
Her eyes too.
'...His body's... damn good.'
Stealing sidelong looks, she eyed his torso and swallowed hard.
'Just like those nurses said.'
Her gaze kept drifting unwittingly.
"Hm? What're you staring at?"
Caught by Kang Woojin, she stuttered.
"St-staring? At what?!"
"You weren't?"
"Y-you're the one wandering around shirtless!"
"So because I'm shirtless... you were looking?"
"Fuck, quit nitpicking and put some clothes on! I get your body's hot! How long you gonna stay naked?!"
"Gonna shower and change."
He shrugged, glancing around the bed.
"Speaking of—where's my underwear? Harin-ah?"
"...Didn't bring any."
"Huh?"
"I said I didn't. You think I'm nuts, hauling your undies too?"
Arms crossed, she declared brazenly.
"Gonna feel gross without..."
He furrowed his brow slightly, then sighed long.
"Guess I'll hit a convenience store later."
He didn't blame her.
Grateful she brought the rest.
Soon after unpacking, he told her:
"You can head out now. Thanks for coming."
Yoo Harin's shoulders twitched.
'Head out? Already?'
A ripple in her eyes.
Was that disappointment? Hallucination?
Chance to finish caretaking faster than usual, yet she couldn't budge.
"...Need anything else? Besides underwear."
She hesitated.
"Nah, not right now."
"Okay...?"
"Hospital food's covered, no cooking. Cleaning when I discharge. Laundry—come back tomorrow or next for it."
No reason for Yoo Harin to refuse.
Fewer chores—should be thrilled.
Yet she stared colder than usual.
"Guess you are sick."
Her mocking tone taunted.
"Not making me do your weird crap for once."
He smirked at her follow-up.
"Weird crap?"
"Pervert shit."
"Oh, that?"
"You used to force me even when I said no—now your libido's gone 'cause you're sick~?"
Looking down, she smirked smugly.
"Not gone—just wiped out. Told you, overwork admission."
"Yeah, you look beat."
"What? Disappointed?"
"Hmph! As if! It's just weird—you stop the usual crap all of a sudden!"
"Then why're you mad?"
"I ain't mad! You pervert!"
"You are. That day under the sink..."
"Kyaa!"
Screeching, she cut him off and clapped a hand over his mouth.
"..."
"..."
Moment of silence.
Unexpected touch tangled their gazes and breaths.
And.
It felt like ages passed.
"Ha."
Yoo Harin sighed shortly, face shifting as she shoved his shoulder, toppling him.
"Woo-chin, you're hopeless."
Her delinquent side, used to dominating others, finally showed.
"Time you suffered too."
Along with her pent-up desires.
Thud.
She pinned him to the bed and straddled his firm body.
Then suddenly gripped his cock.
Grip!