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ARE YOU OKAY?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. 
The woman he had bumped into looked up, her face flushed from the sudden impact. "It's okay," she stuttered, "I'm... I'm okay."
As she started to walk away, something made Hoseok to stop her. "Wait," he called out, taking a step closer. 
She turned back to face him, a mix of curiosity and caution in her eyes.
"Can we go for dinner today?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. 
There was a moment of hesitation, and Hoseok could see the conflict in her expression. "Don't worry," he added quickly, offering a reassuring smile. "It's on me. Just dinner. Nothing more."
She looked down, considering his offer. After a few moments, she nodded. "Okay," she said softly.
"Great," Hoseok said, his smile widening. 
Hoseok couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. 

YN walked away from Hoseok,The prospect of dinner with the charming doctor was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. 
Just as she rounded the corner, a firm hand grasped her arm, pulling her into the shadows. YN gasped, startled, and turned to see DR.SOOJIN standing before her. The normally composed and elegant doctor was now eyeing her with an intensity that made YN's stomach churn.
"What are you doing with Hoseok?" Soojin demanded, her voice low but filled with a dangerous tone.
"We... we bumped into each other," YN stammered, trying to pull her arm free from soojin's grip. "It was just an accident."
Soojin's eyes narrowed, and she released YN's arm, but not the icy tension that lingered in the air. "Listen," Soojin said, her tone sharp. "Stay away from Hoseok. He's mine."
YN blinked, taken aback by the possessiveness in Soojin's voice. Soojin took a step closer, her eyes into YN's. "I'm warning you," she said quietly but firmly. 
Without waiting for a response, soojin turned on her heel and walked away, her white coat billowing behind her. YN stood there, rooted to the spot, her mind reeling from the encounter. 
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Taehyung slammed the file down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. Jungkook flinched at the noise, his eyes had a hint of fear.
"It's just a duplicate," Taehyung said, his voice low but laced with irritation. "WHAT IF IT WAS A ORIGINAL!?" He shouted, his anger reverberating off the walls. B-But......Hyung....Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but Taehyung cut him off sharply. "Don't give me any silly excuses, Jungkook."
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration. Jungkook stood there, fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with a mix of anger and shame. He slowly backed out of the room, his mind racing with thoughts of vengeance.
As he reached the hallway, his anger boiled over. "THAT GIRL!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the corridor walls. "IF I SEE HER AGAIN, I'll FUCKING FINISH HER!" His fury was palpable, and anyone nearby could feel the intensity of his rage.
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