Trauma Code: A Hero In Love

"I go insane from the moment our eyes meet"

choi san: an actor on stage

"F*CK!!"

CHOI SAN: deja vu

an elegant performer

UNSPOKEN: Special Chapter 1

genre: romance, slow-burn, sexual tension, mutual pining

Special Chapter: Her Dress & His Necktie

As Chaewoon helps Haein button up her dress and Haein returns the favor by tying his necktie, what starts as a simple moment of assistance quickly turns into something a little intimate.

Quick Author's note:

Unspoken will be taking a little break for the time being. I wanted to upload a special chapter, this scene will be included in one of Unspoken’s future chapters. So, I hope no one is confused and thinks there was a time jump or anything haha as you read this chapter, you will see Eunsung’s name. And yes, I will also include his character in this story as one of the main antagonists (and for jealousy arch of course!)

Well, I hope you guys enjoy it! My hands are honestly itching to upload the rest of the chapters I have in store ;-:

taglist: @lvnat1c @strangerinthesecretforest <3

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Inside her room, Haein had been struggling to button her dress for the past ten minutes.

“Come on,” she grunted, arms twisting awkwardly as she tried to reach the buttons running down her back.

Out of all the dresses in my closet… she thought with a sigh of frustration.

She hadn’t given it much thought when she picked it out. It was just another evening party, and her walk-in closet was practically overflowing with gowns. She had glanced at the elegant, navy-blue dress hanging near the door and decided, That one. Simple choice.

What she didn’t account for was the string of tiny pearl buttons that ran from the waist all the way up to the nape of her neck. It was the kind of dress that required help to wear—something Haein rarely asked for. She had staff, sure, but she was used to doing things on her own.

Still, there was someone outside who could help her.

Haein paused, cheeks warming at the thought.

There’s no way, she told herself.

But the clock was ticking, and no amount of twisting, turning, or silent pleading was going to get those buttons fastened.

With a resigned huff, she cracked open the door.

Standing in the hallway, ever composed and patiently waiting, was Chaewoon.

“…Mr. Woo?” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “I need to ask you a favor.”

“Yes?” His voice was gentle as he stepped toward her, brows lifting slightly in curiosity. When she didn’t continue, he tilted his head. “What can I help you with?”

Still standing half-hidden behind the door, Haein let out a small sigh, then slowly turned around—revealing the unfastened buttons trailing down her back.

Chaewoon blinked.

Haein looked beautiful as always. The deep navy dress hugged her figure with effortless grace, it’s color mirroring the evening sky. Soft curls framed her shoulders, and then— her bare back.

He wasn’t someone who gets easily flustered, but for a split second, something in his brain short-circuited.

Haein laughed awkwardly. “Looks like I picked the wrong dress. I didn’t realize I’d need a second pair of hands… If you could—um…”

Her words trailed off, her embarrassment palpable. Chaewoon stepped forward carefully, his fingers brushing the first button.

I’m her bodyguard. A professional, he reminded himself silently. But with each button he fastened, his composure slipped just a little more. Her skin was warm beneath his fingertips. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable—just… charged.

He noticed the subtle way her shoulders rose and fell with each breath, the soft scent of her perfume lingering in the air. His fingers grazed her skin again, unintentionally, and he nearly forgot to breathe.

Across from him, Haein stood still, trying her best to appear composed. But she could feel everything—his touch, his breath near her neck, the closeness, the strange intimacy of it all. And what surprised her most was… she didn’t mind it.

Finally, with the last pearl button in place, Chaewoon let out a breath he did not realize he was holding.

“All done,” he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

Haein turned to face him. “Thank you,” she said, a little too fast. “I’ll… make sure to return the favor.”

“There’s no need,” Chaewoon replied smoothly. “It was my pleasure to help.”

He was just about to step away when Haein reached into her room. “Oh, Mr. Woo—wait.”

She returned holding a small box. Opening it, she pulled out a necktie with a color that matches her dress.

“I thought… since you’ll be accompanying me tonight, we could…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, because Chaewoon was already smiling.

“If you still want to return the favor,” he said, his tone teasing now, “why don’t you tie it for me?”

Haein blinked, unsure whether to be relieved by his relaxed tone—or more nervous because of what he’d just asked.

Chaewoon on the other hand, had no idea why he suddenly blurted that out. For a moment, he wanted to slap himself, he expected her to scoff at him, maybe throw the necktie to him and say, “Tie it yourself.” He almost froze when Haein stepped closer.

She approached him slowly, tiptoeing as she looped the tie around his collar. “You’re annoyingly tall,” she muttered.

Chaewoon chuckled, he then adjusted his level, lowering his head a little. “Better?”

Haein blinked, her lips pursed. “I hope that’s not your way of teasing me for being short.” she said with a small glare, which he only responded to with another soft laugh. “I would never.”

As she focused on the tie, Haein found herself fumbling a little—his face was too close. Too steady.

His eyes flicked from her hands to her lips to her eyes again. And when she finally pulled the knot tight, their gazes locked.

“…Did I do it right?” she asked quietly.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Her hands were still lightly resting against his chest, his tie gripped loosely between her fingers. He was close. Too close. And neither of them seemed eager to step back.

Chaewoon’s thoughts were a blur. He was a highly trained soldier and spy. Self-control was easy for him. And yet in this moment, he felt his self-control slowly slipping away. He had been trained to remain calm in the tensest of situations. But this—this felt more dangerous than anything he’d faced before.

His mind was telling him to snap out of it, but he felt his own body betraying him, as he slowly moved closer, and closer to her.

His gaze fell to her lips.

And hers to his.

Their noses were nearly touching. A breath away.

And then—

Knock.

The sound at the door shattered the moment.

Chaewoon cleared his throat and straightened. Haein took a step back, smoothing down the front of her dress.

Just like that, the tension dissolved—almost.

But not forgotten.

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When Haein stepped into the living room, she found Eunsung already waiting, dressed sharply and oozing confidence.

“Good evening, Haein. Ready to go?” he said, extending his arm with a charming smile.

She raised an eyebrow, one hand on her hip.

Eunsung chuckled, taking her expression as a question. “Didn’t your parents tell you? I’ll be your date for tonight’s party.”

Haein smirked. “Oh? Then I suppose they forgot to tell you something too—I already have a date.”

As if on cue, Chaewoon appeared behind her.

He looked nothing like the bodyguard everyone knew. Gone were his crisp white shirt and standard black coat. Tonight, he wore a tailored tuxedo and a sleek long coat, his navy-blue tie matching perfectly with Haein’s gown. His hair, usually neat and professional, was now styled just enough to give him that effortless bachelor charm.

Woo Chaewoon was always handsome—but tonight, he looked devastatingly dashing.

Haein’s smile widened, proud of the man beside her. She had styled him herself, and she made sure he would turn heads the moment they stepped into the venue.

She turned back to Eunsung, voice polite but edged with satisfaction. “We’ll be going now. See you at the party, Mr. Yoon.”

Without waiting for a reply, she slipped her arm through Chaewoon’s, pulling him along effortlessly. Completely unaware of the effect she had on him.

Chaewoon’s heartbeat quickened as she leaned slightly into him. Her perfume lingered between them. This was no ordinary assignment anymore.

He swallowed discreetly, as he lets himself be dragged away by Haein.

This was going to be a long night.

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----> Unspoken Chapter List

an actor on stage🔥

UNSPOKEN (말하지 않은)

genre: romance, slow-burn, fluff, angst, sexual tension, mutual pining

CHAPTER 2: Day One - Unwelcome Presence

Hong Haein goes out of her way to test Woo Chaewoon’s patience, but he meets every challenge with quiet persistence. By the end of the night, she realizes he’s not as easy to shake off as she thought.

Woo Chaewoon had been through high-risk missions, undercover operations, and dangerous encounters. Babysitting a chaebol heiress, however, was proving to be one of the most exhausting assignments he’s ever had.

Hong Haein made it clear from the moment she stepped out of her house that she had no intention of making his job easy.

Dressed in an ivory pantsuit, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, she carried herself with effortless elegance—an air of authority that came naturally. Even without speaking, she commanded attention. She barely spared him a glance before walking ahead, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. Chaewoon followed, his steps soundless in contrast.

“This isn’t a war zone,” she muttered as they approached her car. “You don’t need to hover.”

Chaewoon remained silent, stepping forward to open the car door for her. She didn’t get in right away. Instead, she turned, her gaze sweeping over him—assessing, calculating. Her arms folded across her chest. “You’re seriously going to follow me around all day?”

“Yes.”

“Even in meetings?”

“Yes.”

“Even if I say no?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line before she let out a quiet scoff. “Suit yourself.”

She slid into the car without another word.

Chaewoon took the passenger seat without hesitation. He noted the way she stiffened slightly at his presence but quickly masked it with disinterest, turning to stare out the window.

At the Queens Group headquarters, she moved fast, weaving through hallways, taking sudden turns, and stopping abruptly—clearly testing if he could keep up. He did. Every single time.

When she entered the executive lounge for coffee, she deliberately took her time, scrolling through her phone as if daring him to tell her to move along. He said nothing, merely standing at a respectful distance.

During lunch, she purposely chose a private restaurant with an exclusive policy against bodyguards. Chaewoon didn’t argue. He simply waited outside, unbothered, scanning the street for any signs of a threat. Forty-five minutes later, when she stepped out, she found him exactly where she had left him—leaning against the car, arms crossed, watching her with that unreadable expression.

“How predictable,” she muttered, adjusting her sunglasses.

Later, at a board meeting, she pretended to forget he existed—until she caught him subtly watching every person in the room, analyzing each movement, every flicker of expression. His gaze wasn’t just on her; it scanned the entire space, searching for threats she wasn’t even aware of.

For a second, something in her wavered. But she wouldn’t let him win.

By late afternoon, after a relentless schedule of meetings, site visits, and strategic discussions, Haein thought she had finally earned a moment of peace. She stepped into her office, exhaling as she shut the door behind her—only to find Woo Chaewoon already inside, standing by the window, scanning the skyline.

She stared at him. “Do you have a key to my office now?”

“No. Your secretary let me in.”

Of course she did. Haein made a mental note to fire her later.

She tossed her bag onto the couch and strode toward him. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t suddenly appear out of nowhere like a ghost.”

“Understood. It won’t happen again.”

That was… fast. Was he losing patience already? Or was she the only one feeling frustrated here? She couldn’t tell, and that only annoyed her more.

She folded her arms. “I’ll be working late until midnight. You can leave now. It’s past working hours.”

Chaewoon remained unfazed. “My working hours are your working hours, Miss Hong. If you’re uncomfortable with me being inside your office, I’ll wait right outside the door. Call me if you need anything.”

Haein narrowed her eyes, irritated by how effortlessly he adapted to every situation. “It’s fine. I won’t be needing you for anything.”

She turned away, dismissing him.

“Suit yourself waiting all night.”

And he did wait, probably will keep waiting all night as she said. Chaewoon was a pro, no doubt about that. Haein exhaled sharply, muttering a quiet, “Whatever.” She’d just pretend he didn’t exist.

Easier said than done.

By 8:00 PM, a soft knock echoed against her office door. Still focused on her paperwork, she barely looked up. “Come in,” she said absently, expecting her secretary.

She didn’t notice anything unusual—until a large hand entered her field of vision, setting down a teacup beside her.

Her pen stilled. Slowly, she lifted her gaze.

It’s Chaewoon….bringing her a cup of tea??

Haein blinked, momentarily thrown off.

Woo Chaewoon—deadpan, unreadable, infuriating Woo Chaewoon—was standing beside her desk, placing a cup of tea down with the same precision as if he were handling classified documents.

She stared at the cup, then at him. “What… is this?”

“Tea,” he replied simply.

“I can see that.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“You skipped dinner.”

Haein scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “Are you my bodyguard or my babysitter?”

“Your bodyguard.” He met her gaze, unfazed.

“Bodyguards don’t do this.”

“But I’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion.”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the tiny flicker of warmth in her chest. “You’re being dramatic.” Chaewoon said nothing, just gave her a look—steady, unreadable, but somehow expectant. Like he already knew she’d drink it.

Annoyed but oddly curious, she picked up the cup and took a slow sip. The warmth seeped through her, easing the tension in her shoulders.

She set it down with a quiet sigh. “It’s not poisoned, at least.”

“Not yet.”

Her head snapped up, but to her surprise, there was the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes before he turned and walked toward the door.

Did he just… crack a joke?

Haein watched him leave, more confused than before.

She was supposed to be making his life difficult. So why did it feel like she was the one losing ground?

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Chaewoon had been trained for patience, for stillness. Surveillance required it. So did protection. He didn’t mind standing outside her office for hours, but at exactly 8:00 PM, he noticed a pattern.

She hadn’t eaten.

Her secretary had left for the day. No meal deliveries. No break. Just the constant shuffle of papers, the muted glow of her monitor, and the occasional sigh that slipped through the cracks of her composure.

He knocked once. A quiet, polite warning. “Come in,” she said, not bothering to look up.

Chaewoon stepped inside, moving without hesitation. He placed the teacup on her desk with the same precision he would use when setting a weapon down for inspection.

Only then did she notice him.

Her pen stilled. Her gaze lifted, locking onto the cup first, then onto him. “…What is this?”

“Tea,” he said simply.

A beat of silence. Then, suspicion. “Why?”

“You skipped dinner.”

Haein scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “Are you my bodyguard or my babysitter?”

“Your bodyguard.” His voice remained steady. “But I’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion.”

She rolled her eyes, but he caught the briefest flicker of something in her expression—surprise, maybe. She was testing him. Again.

He let her.

With an exaggerated sigh, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip. The tension in her shoulders visibly eased, though she’d never admit it. She set the cup down. “At least it’s not poisoned.”

“Not yet.”

Haein’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing.

For the first time that day, Chaewoon allowed himself a fraction of amusement—so subtle it could have been imagined—before he turned and left.

Behind him, she sat in stunned silence.

Haein was stubborn, of course. She decided to stay for an hour. Or two. Or three. However long it took for him to leave first.

By 9:00 PM, she was still at her desk, pretending she wasn’t exhausted. The numbers on the screen blurred slightly, her temples ached, and she found herself rubbing her eyes more often than she’d like to admit. But she wouldn’t leave first. Not before he did.

Then, the overhead lights flickered off.

She blinked, momentarily disoriented. The only illumination left was the soft glow of her desk lamp, casting warm shadows across the room. Her hands stilled over the keyboard. For a second, she thought it was a power outage—until she noticed the glow of the hallway lights still shining through the glass walls of her office.

She glanced up, her eyes landing on him. Woo Chaewoon stood just outside, his figure half-lit by the corridor. One hand rested casually on the light switch.

She stared.

He didn’t move. Didn’t explain. Didn’t even look in her direction.

But he had noticed. The way she kept squinting, shifting uncomfortably under the harsh office lighting, rubbing her forehead between paragraphs. She hadn’t even realized it was bothering her. But he did.

Haein sat there for a long moment, unmoving, as she continued what she was doing. She didn’t turn the lights back on.

And Chaewoon, without a word, stepped back into the shadows and continued his silent watch.

10:00 PM, and Haein finally admitted to herself—she was getting sleepy. With a sigh, she pushed back her chair and stepped out of her office, expecting to find the hallway empty.

Instead, there he was.

Chaewoon stood exactly where she had last seen him, posture straight, hands clasped behind his back, completely unbothered by the passing hours. He wasn’t leaning against the wall, wasn’t on his phone, not even shifting his weight. Just standing.

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you not tired? Sleepy? Bored?”

He turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze with the same unreadable expression he always had. “No.” Haein folded her arms. “Not even a little?”

“No.”

She clicked her tongue in frustration. “Unbelievable. You’re not human.”

At that, the corner of his lip twitched—so fast she almost missed it. Almost.

Haein stared at him, then exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. She was losing this battle.

“I’m done here, so you can leave now,” she said, hoping—foolishly—that he’d take the hint.

“I’ll drive you home,” Chaewoon replied, completely unfazed. She frowned. “I have a driver.”

“He already left. Had to pick up his kid from cram school.”

Her irritation deepened. “And he didn’t think to inform me?”

“I told him I’d cover for him.”

Haein blinked, momentarily thrown off. Since when was he making decisions for her?

As if reading her thoughts, Chaewoon continued, his tone even. “Mr. Kim expected you to leave around five or six, but when you got busy, he was hesitant to ask if he could go. He needed to pick up his daughter, and I didn’t want to disturb you while you were working. I figured it was easier to inform you afterward.” He paused. “I apologize if my decision was hasty or if I overstepped. If you’re uncomfortable with me driving, it won’t happen again. But right now, my job is to get you home safe.”

For once, Haein had nothing to say.

Chaewoon moved with his usual quiet precision, opening the car door for her without a word. She didn’t spare him a glance as she slid into the seat, her expression unreadable. Just as she was settling in, she caught a small yet deliberate motion—his hand hovering just below the car door, a silent precaution to keep her from hitting her head.

A detail so small, yet so telling.

He’s doing too much, she thought, annoyance flickering in her chest.

Before he could close the door, she spoke. “I don’t really care who’s driving me—whether it’s you or Mr. Kim—as long as I get to where I need to be.”

Then, just as he was about to step back, she turned her head, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “But I’ll wear you down eventually, Mr. Woo.”

Chaewoon didn’t react. No shift in expression, no retort. He simply shut the door behind her with the same quiet efficiency.

And yet, as he slid into the driver’s seat, a flicker of amusement danced at the corner of his lips.

We’ll see about that.

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wahhhh second chapter is done! I'm writing chapter 3 and 4 right now and planning on uploading them this week >< I'll be busy starting Saturday so I won't be able to upload by then. Thank you again for reading this little cross-over story of mine it means a lot seeing your comments and support!

this story will be veryyy slow burn by the way, I hope you guys won't get too bored by it🥲 for my tumblr moots, I'm @/dalilmountain in twitter/x! if you have an account let's be mutuals there as well >< also let me know if you guys want to be included in the taglist!

well then, see you next chapter!

Trauma Code: A Hero in Love

genre: workplace romance, comedy, mutual pinning, slow-burn, banter, suggestive

4.1: The Mom & Dad of the Trauma Center

It had become a running joke among the hospital staff: Dr. Baek was the intimidating, no-nonsense father of the trauma department—stern, sharp, and always two seconds away from biting someone’s head off. Meanwhile, Dr. Song had quickly gained a reputation as the gentle but firm mother—soothing patients with a calm smile and handling chaos with grace.

“They’re like the parents of this place,” a nurse whispered to a colleague in the staff lounge, sipping her coffee. “He terrifies everyone. She makes them feel safe. It’s weirdly balanced.”

“Right? It’s like good cop, bad cop—but with scalpels.”

That day, the theory was confirmed.

In the middle of a hectic shift, the department witnessed one of Dr. Baek’s infamous storms brewing. He was by the nurse’s station, phone pressed to his ear, voice clipped and furious.

“What do you mean you didn’t receive the CT report? We sent it over thirty minutes ago—this delay could’ve killed the patient!” Dr. Baek Kanghyuk’s voice echoed through the hallway. Staff passing by winced instinctively, ducking their heads as if trying to avoid the incoming storm.

“Are you messing with me right now, you little—” he growled into the phone, his hand tightening around it like he might crush the device altogether.

Before anyone could intervene, a familiar figure stepped into the scene. Dr. Song Hyejoo, ever calm, ever composed, walked straight to him without hesitation.

With one smooth motion, she reached up and gently snatched the phone from his hand. Her other hand landed lightly on his shoulder, grounding him. The entire corridor seemed to hold its breath.

“Hello,” she said into the phone, her voice warm but edged with steel. “This is Dr. Song. I just want to clarify that we did, in fact, send the report. It’s been confirmed on our end.”

A short pause. Then, still smiling, she added, “I hope this doesn’t happen again. Someone’s life could’ve been in danger. Do we have an understanding here?”

Another beat passed before she finished, voice even and final:

“Next time, we won’t let it slide anymore.”

Her tone didn’t rise once—but somehow, it sent a chill down every spine in the room.

Even Kanghyuk blinked, caught off guard by the smooth takeover. Hyejoo handed the phone back to the nurse and turned to him with a sigh and a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Aigoo… you and your temper.”

Kanghyuk huffed, arms crossed. “You were too nice to them. Should’ve thrown in a curse or two.”

She laughed, “Come on, let’s get you a cold drink before you yell the ceiling off.”

From a distance, a pair of young interns peeked around the corner.

“Did… did she just tame Dr. Baek mid-tantrum?” one whispered.

“Dude, she mom-voiced him. That was wild.”

“I’m telling you,” a nurse muttered nearby with a knowing smirk, “they’re like our trauma department parents.”

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Oh my godddddddd Ju Jihoon. Imagine existing with a face like that. Yes even his little eye, it is so charming, fuck me uppppppppppp