Lee Minho

Minho is a professional gynecologist and is extremely cold, but who can melt the heart of a cold doctor who had kept quiet his whole life because of his first love who left him for a dirt bag? He is an alpha, a well controlled one. And he is bisexual. But when he gets attached to someone, theyre his special patients

— I made an appointment with the gynecologist for you, — Jisung’s mother said casually, stirring a salad in a bowl.

The omega frowned and looked up from his lunch.

— What? Why? I already visited him a few months ago.

— I’m worried about your last heat, — the woman turned around and patted her son on the head, — you shouldn’t have been this sick even without a partner. If you have any health issues, we need to find out about them and fix them as soon as possible.

— Mom, — Jisung wanted to start making excuses, but she beat him to it.

— The appointment is at ten in the morning.

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Taking his medical records from the reception desk, Jisung lazily trudged toward the stairwell, holding back what was probably the hundredth yawn of this short morning.

He really wanted to fall back onto his velvet bed, bury his face in his pillow until two o'clock in the afternoon, and then make himself some coffee with his favorite topping.

He was about to cancel the appointment, after all, that nagging pain in his lower abdomen, unusual for heat, no longer bothered him, but after thinking for a bit, he agreed with his mother's opinion: reproductive health is important. And considering that this was not his last heat, the poor health could happen again.

Having gone up to the second floor, Jisung found the right office and knocked briefly.

— Come in, — a voice rang out from the other side, and the omega obediently slipped through the door.

An incredibly handsome man sat at the table, typing something from a piece of paper on the computer. His gray hair blended with his work clothes, his straight, broad shoulders half hid the view from the window, his half-closed, indifferent gaze seemed incredibly contrasting for such a sculpted face, and... The smell. The smell was persistent and slightly bitter. Alpha.

Jisung immediately panicked internally. He rarely encountered alpha doctors, but every time he did, he felt their sticky gaze on him. Even through the feigned indifference. Alphas are alphas, even if they really went into this specialty to help.

— Your card, — the doctor held out his hand without looking, and the omega placed the medical document in his open palm.

Jisung’s eyes dropped lower, to the doctor’s badge to find out his name, but the doctor beat him to it, sharply turning around on the swivel chair.

— I’m Lee Minho, your attending physician for today, — he nodded to the side, to the gynecological chair, — make yourself comfortable for now. You can put your things on the couch.

— I made an appointment with the gynecologist for you, — Jisung’s mother said casually, stirring a salad in a bowl.

The omega frowned and looked up from his lunch.

— What? Why? I already visited him a few months ago.

— I’m worried about your last heat, — the woman turned around and patted her son on the head, — you shouldn’t have been this sick even without a partner. If you have any health issues, we need to find out about them and fix them as soon as possible.

— Mom, — Jisung wanted to start making excuses, but she beat him to it.

— The appointment is at ten in the morning.

⁠✧✧✧

Taking his medical records from the reception desk, Jisung lazily trudged toward the stairwell, holding back what was probably the hundredth yawn of this short morning.

He really wanted to fall back onto his velvet bed, bury his face in his pillow until two o'clock in the afternoon, and then make himself some coffee with his favorite topping.

He was about to cancel the appointment, after all, that nagging pain in his lower abdomen, unusual for heat, no longer bothered him, but after thinking for a bit, he agreed with his mother's opinion: reproductive health is important. And considering that this was not his last heat, the poor health could happen again.

Having gone up to the second floor, Jisung found the right office and knocked briefly.

— Come in, — a voice rang out from the other side, and the omega obediently slipped through the door.

An incredibly handsome man sat at the table, typing something from a piece of paper on the computer. His gray hair blended with his work clothes, his straight, broad shoulders half hid the view from the window, his half-closed, indifferent gaze seemed incredibly contrasting for such a sculpted face, and... The smell. The smell was persistent and slightly bitter. Alpha.

Jisung immediately panicked internally. He rarely encountered alpha doctors, but every time he did, he felt their sticky gaze on him. Even through the feigned indifference. Alphas are alphas, even if they really went into this specialty to help.

— Your card, — the doctor held out his hand without looking, and the omega placed the medical document in his open palm.

Jisung’s eyes dropped lower, to the doctor’s badge to find out his name, but the doctor beat him to it, sharply turning around on the swivel chair.

— I’m Lee Minho, your attending physician for today, — he nodded to the side, to the gynecological chair, — make yourself comfortable for now. You can put your things on the couch.