CHAPTER 2

SAIA'S POV:

I really don't understand what the big deal is. Why do I have to stay here? It's a sprain! So what?

I already know what is wrong with my ankle. I don't need some stuffy, overpaid doctor to tell me that. If my boss hadn't made such a fuss, I wouldn't even be here. I would have gone straight home to some painkillers, an ice pack, and the twins.

One thing is for sure, I am getting nowhere with this nurse. She isn't listening to me and my usual patience has hit its limit. I'm ready to just walk out and leave her standing here. As I am about to hop off the examining table, I hear someone clear their throat and the sound sends a tingle down my spine.

What the hell was that?

I never had a reaction to someone's voice like this before. The look of relief on the nurse's face reminds me of my irritation though and I turn towards the newcomer, ready to give them a piece of my mind. As soon as my eyes lock with his though, I can't remember what I was going to say.

It's like drowning in someone's eyes as the cliché saying goes. They are so deep and gentle that it takes me aback. Good god…Surely it's against nature for a man to be this handsome. Every bit of him, from his copper hair, to his gorgeous face, to his tall and well-built frame has to be breaking a million laws. And those eyes… There is no way a man can be that good looking… Right?

I see a brief look of surprise on his face when our eyes meet before he quickly hides it behind his calm composure. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I realize that this guy is obviously a doctor and from the way he is dressed, a wealthy one too.

Tearing my eyes away from his gaze, my heart sinks in disappointment. I'm disappointed that he is rich because that means he is probably an asshole. An overwhelming sense of humiliation hits me. Not just because I have been briefly taken in by his good looks, but because I am sure all he notices when he looks at me is how worn out my work uniform and shoes are.

But honestly, why do I care anyways? I don't have time to waste my thoughts on rich, handsome, and surely stuck up doctors… let alone men in general.

While I am sitting here lost in my thoughts, I vaguely hear the nurse saying something to the doctor but whatever it is hasn't penetrated my confused brain. He, however, has yet to say anything and I am shocked when he kneels in front of me to examine my foot. This is not helping me think any clearer.

His gentle touch on my ankle sends another shiver down my spine and I desperately pray he doesn't notice. I guess God isn't listening today. I feel him glance up at me but I refuse to look at him. The inactive heart monitor by the wall has become completely fascinating as I try very hard to ignore his hands on me. When he turns my ankle a little to the right, I can't stop the hiss of pain that escapes my lips and he quickly let's go.

"Nurse Kim is right. It's a bad sprain and it would be wise to let us take X-rays." His deep, smooth voice seems to wash over me as I continue to look around at everything in the room except him. Even his voice is gorgeous…What kind of sick joke is this?

Steeling myself for the inevitable eye contact, I can feel my shyness of this man being quickly overrun by an irrational anger. Anger at him for being so gentle with my ankle, anger at his good looks, anger at his soft voice and kind eyes…. Damn him! I should be at home with my brother and sister! If father gets home before I do… No. I won't think about how bad that will turn out. Finally locking my eyes with his, I see another flicker of surprise cross his face before he masks it again.

"What? You think I have time for that? Or that I need a bunch of instruments and gadgets to tell me what is wrong with me?" I keep my eyes glued to his and gesture wildly around the examining room. "I need to get home to my brother and sister. I can handle a lousy sprain without your help."

In order to prove my point, I hop down from the table and even though my ankle is screaming in protest, I manage to brush past them both. A strong hand stops me before I get very far and even though I try to pull my arm free, his grip remains firm. I don't have to look at him to know who it is. His touch is doing crazy things to my nerves and my heart is pounding in my chest.

"At least let me give you something for the swelling and the pain."

The quiet tone of his voice drains the anger completely from me. Glancing quickly at him, I see the open concern on his face. Why do I suddenly feel so tired? I have the strangest urge to wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest, just so that I can feel someone comfort me for once... To let someone else be the strong one…Seriously…What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way about a total stranger?

"Thank you but I have something at home I can take."

Feeling his grip on my arm loosen, I pull away from the doctor and limp out the door without looking back. I very rarely cry but I can feel my eyes start burning from the sudden feeling of loss I have as I walk away from him.

Author's Notes: I am sorry for the small delay in this chapter. I know where the story is going but I just want people to understand the character's before getting to the "juicy" stuff. Lol. I am going to try my hardest to stay true to the BOF characters and how they react to things. This story may not have a lot of the other characters in it because I really wanted to focus on Ji Hoo. Hope you enjoy my story and thanks for reading. =)