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The auditorium is already full by the time Byun Baekhyun slips in.
Not just full, it was packed.
Every seat is taken, the aisles partially lined with residents who came late but refused to miss the lecture anyway. Residents line the walls, interns squeeze into the back rows, and attendings sit closer to the front with measured interest.
The air smells faintly of coffee, paper, and antiseptic - a strange mix that only ever exists inside hospitals. Conversations murmur in low waves, fragments of medical jargon blending into something almost rhythmic.
"heard he removed a tumor no one else would touch - "
"published three papers last year alone - "
"they say his hands - "
Baekhyun exhales quietly through his nose, unimpressed, as he finds an empty space near the middle row and leans back slightly against the seat.
He doesn't need to hear the rest. He's already heard enough.
At the front of the room, the projector flickers to life.
And then the room suddently became quiet. The voices that Baekhyun hears before was suddently gone. Instantly.
Because Park Chanyeol has stepped up to the podium.
He doesn't announce himself. He doesn't clear his throat. He doesn't do anything dramatic. He doesn't need to do all of that.
He just stands there -
And somehow, that's enough.
Tall. Composed. Effortlessly controlled. His white coat sits perfectly on his frame, his posture straight without looking stiff, his expression neutral but not cold. There's a kind of quiet confidence in him that doesn't ask for attention - it simply assumes it.
Baekhyun watches him for a moment. Just long enough to form an opinion.
So this is the famous neuro god everyone has been talking about. Baekhyun said in his brain.
He looks normal. Just like any other surgeon he meet before but indeed he is have that handsomeness that not everyone have.
At the front of the room, Park Chanyeol stands beneath the soft glow of the projector light. Baekhyun's attention sharpens.
It is a brain scan.
Except the symmetry is wrong.
The tumor is massive - larger than anything Baekhyun has personally assisted on, its edges irregular, invasive, pressing into structures that should never be touched. It doesn't just sit there - it intrudes, displacing, distorting, threatening everything around it.
Even from a distance, Baekhyun can feel the complexity of the tumor and in his mind right now is the risk to operate on that tumor. Because for what he seeing right in front of him now is the kind of case that defines entire a doctor's careers-
or ends them.
"In cases like this," Chanyeol says, voice calm, steady, almost deceptively gentle against the weight of the image behind him, "complete resection is often considered the ideal outcome."
"But ideal," he continues, "does not always mean appropriate."
A few pens move faster across paper.
Someone near the front nods immediately, like they've already accepted the conclusion before hearing the reasoning.
Baekhyun doesn't move. He watch and listens.
Chanyeol steps slightly to the side, giving the scan more space, pointer lifting as he traces along the edge of the tumor.
"The proximity to the motor cortex," he explains, tapping lightly, "and the involvement of surrounding neural pathways significantly increases the likelihood of irreversible neurological deficits."
"Attempting full removal," he continues, "would risk permanent loss of mobility, speech impairment or worse, death."
The room absorbs that quietly.
"My approach prioritized preservation of function," Chanyeol says. "A partial resection was performed to reduce tumor burden while maintaining the patient's quality of life."
Hearing that, Baekhyun tilts his head slightly.
His eyes flick back to the scan. Then to Chanyeol. Then back again to the scan.
Something in his chest tightens - not in doubt, but in disagreement that hasn't fully formed into words yet.
He stopped. Why did he stopped?. Baekhyun think.
He leans forward now, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely interlocked, gaze fixed on the image as if staring long enough might reveal something everyone else is missing.
Because that's what it feels like.
Like everyone else has accepted the explanation too quickly. Like they've decided that "safe" is synonymous with "correct."
But to Baekhyun , He has never been good at accepting that.
Dr. Park Chanyeol continues the lecture with more slides and more cases.
Each one delivered with the same calm precision, the same quiet authority that makes it easy - too easy - for the room to follow along without questioning.
It was irritate him, so he dissects in his mind.
Every decision. Every justification. Every moment where risk was weighed against outcome.
By the time the lecture begins to wind down, the initial irritation has settled into something sharper.
"Questions?" The word lands softly. But it carries weight.
Dr. Park search the room, waiting for someone to lift their hand for asking questions, or at least one question.
But, no one moves. They just stare. Not because there aren't questions to asks. But because no one wants to be the one to ask them.
But Byun Baekhyun was not everyone. With his dissects in his mind, he lifts his right hand.
Not too high, just enough so the Doctor in front of him notice.
Chanyeol's gaze finds him immediately. Almost like he's been expecting it.
"Yes?"
Baekhyun doesn't stand right away.
He lets the silence stretch.
just long enough to feel the attention shift.
Then he pushes himself up slowly, straightening, shoulders settling back into place, expression composed but eyes sharp with something that doesn't soften.
"With all due respect," he begins, voice steady but carrying clearly across the room, "isn't that approach just choosing the safer outcome rather than the better one?"
The air changes. Murmurs slowly began to be heard.
A few heads turn and all the eyes in that room already on him. He can hear someone in the back exhales under their breath.
The tension doesn't explode - It tightens.
But dr. Byun doesn't look away. He keeps his gaze locked on Chanyeol, like the rest of the room has already ceased to matter.
"You preserved function," he continues, "but you left behind a significant portion of the tumor."
He gestures toward the screen, stepping slightly into the aisle now, grounding himself in the argument.
"That increases recurrence risk, especially in a patient this young."
His voice doesn't rise. It sharpens.
"So what happens when it grows back?" Baekhyun asks. "Do you operate again? Take the same risk when the patient is weaker?"
There is pause, but then -
"Or do you accept that you delayed the problem instead of solving it?"
Silence in the room falls heavier this time.
Chanyeol doesn't respond immediately and that, more than anything, shifts something in the room. Because people expect him to. They expect a correction. A dismissal. A quiet authority that reclaims control.
But instead -
"What's your name, Doctor?" Dr. Park asks.
"Dr. Byun Baekhyun" he replies. "Senior resident"
Something flickers in Chanyeol's gaze then.
"Are you considering in Neurology for a fellow attendings program, Dr. Byun?"
"I have it my mind, but there is still a few choice"
"Okay," Chanyeol says. "You're suggesting a more aggressive resection,"
"I'm saying that the patient deserves the best chance at not coming back to this table," Baekhyun replies.
"Come up here."
The words land softly. But they carry something heavier beneath them.
An invitation or a test.
Or maybe both.
Baekhyun doesn't hesitate.
He steps into the aisle, moving toward the front, aware of the attention but unaffected by it. Each step feels grounded, certain, like he's already committed to the outcome, whatever it may be.
When he reaches the stage, Chanyeol hands him the pointer and Baekhyun take it.
Baekhyun turns toward the screen, already speaking, already outlining his approach with clarity and confidence. Behind him, Chanyeol steps back.
And he watches. Not the scan, not the audience, but him.
---
The bar across the hospital is always half-full and half-forgotten.
It sits just far enough from the main entrance to feel separate from the chaos, but close enough that the people inside never really leave their jobs behind. White coats are traded for casual jackets, stethoscopes disappear into bags, but the exhaustion lingers - visible in slouched shoulders, quiet sighs, the way conversations drift back to patients even when no one intends them to.
The lighting is low, warm in a way hospitals never are. Amber reflections pool against the polished counter, glasses clink softly, and the music hums just beneath the threshold of attention - present, but not demanding.
It's the kind of place people come to decompress or to pretend they can.
Byun Baekhyun doesn't usually stay long in places like this.
He sits at the bar, one elbow resting lightly against the counter, fingers loosely curled around a glass that's been untouched for longer than he realizes. The condensation has already begun to fade, leaving faint streaks where his thumb absentmindedly drags across the surface.
His mind isn't here. It's still in the lecture hall. Still replaying every word, every decision, every moment where something didn't sit right.
He stopped too soon.
The thought returns again, sharper this time and more certain.
He exhales quietly through his nose, tilting his head back slightly as if that might shake it loose. But it doesn't.
"Still thinking about it?"
The voice cuts through the noise - not loud, not intrusive, but precise enough that Baekhyun recognizes it immediately.
His grip tightens just slightly around the glass.
He doesn't turn right away.
Lets the silence stretch for a second longer, like he's deciding whether or not to acknowledge it.
"You again," Baekhyun says finally, voice flat but not surprised.
Park Chanyeol steps into the empty space beside him with quiet ease, like the decision to sit there had already been made long before he walked in and he just settles into the seat, posture relaxed but deliberate, presence immediately noticeable even without trying.
"I was wondering if you'd show up here," Chanyeol says, signaling the bartender with a subtle lift of his hand.
Baekhyun finally turns his head slightly, just enough to look at him from the corner of his eye.
"Do you have a habit of tracking down residents who disagree with you?" Baekhyun ask.
The bartender approaches. Chanyeol orders something without looking at the menu, voice low, familiar with the setting in a way that suggests this isn't his first time here.
"Only the ones who don't hesitate to say it out loud," he replies.
Baekhyun lets out a quiet scoff, turning his attention back to his drink, "Then you must not get many." he says.
"Not like you," Chanyeol admits.
That throws Baekhyun off, just slightly.
He shifts in his seat, leaning back a little, creating space that doesn't quite feel necessary but gives him something to do.
"You handled it well," Chanyeol continues after a moment. "Most people would've backed down halfway through."
Baekhyun's fingers tap lightly against the glass, a quiet, rhythmic sound that matches the slow beat of the music in the background.
"I wasn't trying to make a point," he says. "I just don't agree with you."
Chanyeol hums softly, like he expected that answer.
"I noticed."
Then a pause settles between them.
The bartender sets Chanyeol's drink down. The ice shifts with a soft clink, the sound sharper in the quiet space between their words.
Neither of them reaches for their glass immediately.
Baekhyun exhales slowly, finally picking up his drink, taking a small sip - not because he wants it, but because it gives him something to focus on.
"You chose preservation," he says after a moment, voice quieter now, less performative than it was in the lecture hall. "I get why."
Chanyeol glances at him, interest sharpening slightly.
"But?" Chanyeol prompts.
Baekhyun sets the glass back down, the soft thud against the counter grounding him.
"But I don't think it was enough," Baekhyun says.
Chanyeol studies him for a second longer than necessary, eyes tracing the line of his expression like he's trying to understand not just what he's saying - but why.
"You think risk is worth it," he says.
"I think regret is worse" Baekhyun replies.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
The noise of the bar fills the space instead laughter from somewhere behind them, the scrape of a chair, the low hum of conversation blending into something indistinct.
But around them, It feels quieter.
Chanyeol leans back slightly in his seat, one arm resting against the counter, gaze still fixed on Baekhyun.
"You don't like leaving things unfinished," he says.
Baekhyun lets out a small breath that might almost be a laugh, "Do you?"
Chanyeol doesn't answer immediately and to Baekhyun it feels like an answer.
Baekhyun shifts again, this time turning slightly toward him, enough that their shoulders are angled closer than before.
"You're not what I expected," Baekhyun admits, the words slipping out before he fully decides to say them.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, faint amusement flickering across his expression.
"No?"
"You're less defensive," Baekhyun says, searching briefly for the right word. "Than most other attendings would be."
"About being questioned?" Chanyeol asks.
"Yeah"
Chanyeol nods his head. "Most attendings don't like being questioned like that," he says. "Especially from a resident like you"
Baekhyun tilts his head slightly, watching him.
"Why?" he asks. "Ego?"
Chanyeol lets out a quiet breath, not quite a laugh.
"Partly," he admits. "But that's the simplest version of the answer."
He shifts slightly in his seat, turning just enough that he's facing Baekhyun more directly now, one arm resting against the counter.
"In this field," he continues, "hierarchy isn't just tradition, it's a structure. Residents learn, attendings decide. That line exists for a reason."
Baekhyun's gaze sharpens.
"And questioning it breaks that structure?" he asks.
"It challenges it," Chanyeol corrects. "Especially in front of everyone."
Baekhyun doesn't interrupt this time.
"When an attending stands in a room like that," Chanyeol says, "they're not just presenting a case. They're representing an Authority, Experience, and Judgment."
His fingers tap lightly against the glass once.
"People trust that," he adds. "Not just the audience, but their team and their patients."
Baekhyun exhales softly.
"And questioning them makes that trust weaker?"
Chanyeol considers that for a second.
"It can," he says. "Because if you hesitate in trusting the person leading the surgery, then everything else starts to hesitate too."
The bar noise hums around them, but it feels distant.
"In the OR," he continues, "there's no space for uncertainty to spread. Decisions have to be followed immediately. Cleanly. Without friction."
Baekhyun leans his elbow further into the counter, listening now - really listening.
"If a resident openly challenges you," Chanyeol says, "especially in front of others, it doesn't just question the decision."
"It questions you," Baekhyun finishes quietly.
Chanyeol glances at him.
"Yes."
A brief pause.
"And most people don't like that," Baekhyun adds.
"No," Chanyeol agrees. "Because to them, it feels like doubt."
His gaze settles on Baekhyun again.
"And doubt," he says, "is dangerous if you're in the surgery."
Baekhyun's fingers still. Chanyeol doesn't look away.
"But there's another part," he continues, voice quieter now. "We attendings don't say it out loud."
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow faintly.
"Every decision an attending makes," Chanyeol says, "comes with weight. Not theoretical weight. Real consequences."
His jaw shifts slightly, almost imperceptible.
"If something goes wrong, it's not shared responsibility," he adds. "It's theirs."
Baekhyun watches him more closely now.
"So when you question them," Chanyeol says, "it can feel like you're asking - are you sure you're not about to ruin this patient's life?"
The words settle heavy between them. Baekhyun exhales slowly.
"That's not what I was doing," he says.
"I know," Chanyeol replies. "But that's how it can sound to the others," he adds.
Baekhyun looks down at his glass again, thumb tracing the edge this time instead of the condensation.
"Residents are still learning," Chanyeol continues. "You haven't carried that full responsibility yet. Haven't had to stand alone in a decision that could change everything."
His eyes flick back to Baekhyun.
"So when a resident challenges an attending," he says, "it's not always received as curiosity."
Baekhyun glances up. He know what Chanyeol mean.
"It's received as overstepping," Baekhyun says.
Chanyeol nods, "Exactly."
"But that doesn't mean it's wrong," Baekhyun says.
Chanyeol's gaze sharpens slightlythen he shook his head.
"No," he agrees. "It doesn't."
That lingers in Baekhyun's ears.
Baekhyun studies him for a second longer, something unreadable passing through his expression, "Then why don't more people do it?" Baekhyun asks.
"Because it's easier not to." Chanyeol's answer is quiet.
Baekhyun lets out a soft huff, something between amusement and disbelief.
"And you?" he asks. "You don't mind it?" that question make Chanyeol's lips curve just slightly.
"No." Chanyeol says, "But, you challenged my decision," Chanyeol continues, "not for the sake of it. But because you believed there was a better option."
Baekhyun tilts his head faintly.
"There was," he says.
Chanyeol hums softly. not agreeing, but not dismissing either. "And you were willing to stand in a room full of people and say it," he adds.
Baekhyun's lips press together just slightly.
"I don't see the point in thinking something and staying quiet about it," he says.
Chanyeol's gaze lingers on him a second longer than necessary.
"No," he says quietly. "You don't."
Something about the way he says it feels like he's already figured that out long before this conversation.
The bartender passes behind them, the low clink of glass against wood briefly filling the space.
Baekhyun reaches for his drink again, taking a small sip, then setting it down more carefully this time, but his fingers don't leave it immediately. They rest there, loosely, like he needs the contact to ground
himself. The condensation has long faded, but he traces the faint outline anyway, absentminded.
Across from him, Chanyeol just watches, so Baekhyun turns his head, meeting with Chanyeol's gaze fully.
Something flickers in Chanyeol's expression when their gaze meet. Just like when he watch Baekhyun was standing in an Auditorium full of surgeons while explaining why he take over Chanyeol's lecture just with a simple question just hours before.
Then for a moment, they just look at each other.
"You're dangerous," Baekhyun says suddenly.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow. "That's a strong word."
"You don't get defensive," Baekhyun explains, voice softer. "You don't shut people down. You listen." A beat. "That's worse."
Chanyeol tilts his head slightly. "Worse?"
"It makes people stay," Baekhyun says.
The words slip out before he filters them.
Chanyeol doesn't respond immediately, But his gaze shifts with something deeper and more focused.
"And you don't?" he asks.
Baekhyun lets out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh but not quite.
"I don't stay anywhere longer than I need to."
"Then why are you still here?" Chanyeol asks
Baekhyun could answer right away, he could. There are dozen easy response he could give to Chanyeol. Deflections, Half-truths, Something clever enough to shift the conversation away from himself.
But he doesn't. He choose not to.
The silence between them made Chanyeol smile before he do something.
He leans slightly closer, not enough to be obvious, but enough that the space between them narrows in a way that doesn't feel accidental.
"Then don't regret this," he says.
Baekhyun's breath stills, not visibly, but enough that it changes the rhythm of the moment.
"Regret what?" Baekhyun asks.
Chanyeol doesn't answer with words.
His gaze drops to Baekhyun's lips, then back up again to Baekhyun's eyes, like he's giving Baekhyun time to step away to stop whatever he was going to do.
Baekhyun doesn't step away.
Then the noise, the people, the movement around them becomes only a background.
The distance between them disappears slowly, like neither of them is in a rush to end it, but neither is willing to step back either.
Baekhyun is the one who leans in first.
It's subtle at the beginning. Just a shift forward then a slight tilt of his head, his gaze dropping for half a second before lifting again, giving Chanyeol enough time to stop him if he wanted to. He doesn't.
The first contact of their lips is light, almost testing. Their lips brush, barely there, like a question neither of them says out loud. But it doesn't stay that way.
Baekhyun's hand comes up instinctively, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of Chanyeol's shirt near his collar, grounding himself as he presses closer. The kiss is slow, not rushed, not messy, but certain and deliberate.
Chanyeol responds just as steadily, one hand coming up to rest at Baekhyun's waist, firm but not forceful, holding him there like he has no intention of letting the moment slip away.
There's ofcourse a tension in it.
Baekhyun tilts his head slightly, the angle shifting, the contact deepening. His grip tightens just a fraction, and Chanyeol's thumb presses subtly against his side in response, a small, unconscious movement that says he feels it too.
The noise of the bar fades further. Not all the way gone, but distant enough to stop mattering. What is left is the closeness. The warmth. The way neither of them hesitates to kiss each other lips.
When they finally pull back, it's slow.
Their lips part, but the space between them barely exists, just close enough that their breath still mingles and close enough that neither of them looks away.
Baekhyun's gaze flicks up first, sharp as ever but softer at the edges while he chatches his breath. Chanyeol studies him in return, quieter, like he's taking in something he didn't expect to find.
For a second, neither of them moves. Then Baekhyun lets out a small breath, the corner of his lips lifting just slightly.
"Still think I'm overstepping?" Baekhyun murmurs, his voice is low.
Chanyeol's answer comes just as quiet, "No." he says
His hand is still at Baekhyun's waist. Baekhyun's fingers are still curled into his shirt.
Neither of them wants to let it go.
---
After the kiss at the bar, the two were now at Baekhyun's apartment. Baekhyun took Chanyeol to his apartment, which was located not far from the hospital and the bar across the street from where he worked.
Right after they both entered Baekhyun's apartment, Chanyeol sandwiched Baekhyun's body between his own, with the door behind him. Chanyeol quickly locked the door with his right hand, and immediately pressed his lips back to Baekhyun's.
Kiss after kiss, Chanyeol gave to Baekhyun's sweet lips, as if they were an addiction to him. Baekhyun didn't just stand still; he accepted the kisses and occasionally returned them.
In the midst of their heated kiss, Chanyeol slowly brought his tongue inside Baekhyun's mouth, tracing each of Baekhyun's teeth one by one, then stroking the roof of Baekhyun's mouth with his tongue.
After finishing with the inside of Baekhyun's mouth, he broke the kiss. But he wasn't done yet; he was far from done. Chanyeol tilted his head and gently licked Baekhyun's sweet lips again, occasionally nibbling and gently sucking them. He brought his right hand to Baekhyun's cheek to caress it, while his left hand slipped under Baekhyun's scrubs and stroked the smooth waist of the smaller man.
"Where's your room?"
Chanyeol asked Baekhyun after he was completely finished kissing the petite man, and Baekhyun, who was already in the throes of lust, immediately led Chanyeol towards his own room.
After entering Baekhyun's room, Chanyeol immediately took off his clothes one by one. Baekhyun followed suit, quickly removing his scrubs. Once finished, Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun so that the petite man fell onto his soft bed. Then Chanyeol brought his hands to touch parts of Baekhyun's body. Starting with Baekhyun's smooth legs, his hands also began to caress Baekhyun's thighs, which made Baekhyun bite his lower lip.
Chanyeol began to spread Baekhyun's smooth legs, then brought his body closer to his thighs so he could start kissing the inside of Baekhyun's thighs. Chanyeol's actions made Baekhyun shiver instantly and Chanyeol could feel him holding back his moans by biting his lip.
Signs of redness began to appear on Baekhyun's smooth thighs. Chanyeol, who saw this, smiled with satisfaction as if he had created a masterpiece on a clean, white canvas.
"Don't hold back your moand, Dr. Byun"
"Don't call me that"
Chanyeol chuckled softly after hearing what Baekhyun say.
Chanyeol adjusted his position, now on top of Baekhyun with his hands resting on either side of Baekhyun's body so he wouldn't be pinned down by the smaller man. Chanyeol gave Baekhyun a quick kiss on the lips before moving down to Baekhyun's neck.
Once again, Chanyeol gently sucked on the smooth, white skin, causing it to show red marks. He did this repeatedly in different places until Baekhyun's neck was covered in his hickeys.
Feeling unsatisfied, Chanyeol moved to Baekhyun's chest area, where he could see Baekhyun's pink nipples before finally licking them with his tongue. Chanyeol licked Baekhyun's right nipple, while he twisted the left one with his fingers.
Of course, he didn't just lick Baekhyun's nipples. A man like Chanyeol who had been holding back his desire for a long time also began sucking Baekhyun's nipples as if he were breastfeeding like a baby.
This was also followed by kisses that left hickeys on Baekhyun's chest area.
Don't ask how Baekhyun is now. Because he can only moans to Chanyeol's treatment while he enjoys the kisses and touches given by the older man.
"s-stophh p-pleasehh ahhhnggghh"
The moan that began to escape Baekhyun's mouth, followed by a gentle tug on Chanyeol's hair, brought Chanyeol back to his senses. He immediately looked at Baekhyun as if asking the petite man what he wanted.
"I-i want you."
after that, Chanyeol gently spreading his ass cheeks to open Baekhyun's hole, revealing the red and fuffy rim Baekhyun have been hiding behind his underwears and those thight scrubs Chanyeol seen before.
Chanyeol couldn't hold it anymore, so he started to insert his finger into the hole, preparing the hole before his big penis was the one that being pushed in to the hole.
He fingered Baekhyun until Baekhyun finally reached his first orgasm for the night. But, to Chanyeol it was only the begining and after that he start again until Baekhyun completely ready to take his cock.
With the way Chanyeol fucking Baekhyun's hole and the moans they created as if it was a music to their ears, neither of them could hold back their self and continued to fuck again and again until they lost track of time.
The only thing that could make Chanyeol realize was when Baekhyun started to feel weak and not long after that, Baekhyun passed out on top of Chanyeol after Baekhyun released his orgasm on Chanyeol's lap and Chanyeol realized that they had been having sex until 2 in the morning.
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