Y/N POV
2 weeks later.
I miss him.
I grab my bag and say bye to my coworkers.
I walk out of the hospital and walk over to my car. I love how each step I take I can hear the echoing of my heels against the concrete ground. I throw my bag in the back and was about to start up my car.
"Dr. Y/L/N!"
I look up and can't believe what I'm looking at.
Mr. Jeon standing outside of his car. In front of me. Perfectly recovered.
"Follow me." He says while pointing at me.
He drives off and I follow him
Why am I following him?
We drive for about 15 minutes and end up at a parking lot of a popular overlook of the city. The sky was pitch black with the tiny gleams of sparkles here and there.
He gets out of his car and I do the same.
"It looks like you have had a great recovery Mr. Jeon." I say.
"I had the best doctor." He says while walking over to the overlooks edge.
I follow him. "Why'd you call me out here?"
"I have to tell you something."