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Alginate Dressing: A Closer Look at its Role in Chronic Wound Management
Chronic wounds pose a significant challenge in healthcare, requiring specialized treatment to promote healing and prevent complications. Among the various wound care products available, alginate dressing stands out for its effectiveness in managing chronic wounds. Let's explore the role of alginate dressing in chronic wound management in greater detail.
Understanding Alginate Dressing
Derived from Seaweed: Alginate dressing is made from seaweed, specifically brown algae. This natural material is processed to create a highly absorbent and biocompatible dressing that is suitable for a wide range of wounds.
Gel Formation: When Alginate Dressing comes into contact with wound exudate, it undergoes a gelation process, forming a gel-like consistency that conforms to the shape of the wound. This gel provides a moist environment conducive to wound healing while facilitating the removal of necrotic tissue.
Absorbent Properties: Alginate dressing has excellent absorbent properties, capable of absorbing large amounts of wound exudate. This helps maintain a moist wound environment, reduces the risk of maceration, and promotes the formation of granulation tissue.
Benefits of Alginate Dressing in Chronic Wound Management
Exudate Management: Chronic wounds often produce excessive amounts of exudate, which can delay healing and increase the risk of infection. Alginate dressing effectively manages exudate by absorbing it into the dressing, thereby reducing the risk of maceration and promoting optimal wound healing.
Promotion of Granulation Tissue: Alginate dressing creates an ideal environment for the formation of granulation tissue, which is essential for wound healing. The moist environment provided by the dressing promotes cell migration and proliferation, facilitating the growth of healthy tissue.
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talking about work drama
#fight club#the narrator#tyler durden#soapshipping#also idgaf what anyone says narrator is taller#yes its because edward norton is taller#but also if you want to be pretentious with me for a moment i think it also helps to solidify tylers... unconventional(?) masculinity#like the way tyler wears his slutty little outfits and slaps his friends ass and is like 3 cm shorter than the narrator but hes still#much more 'manly'#umm its i guess the irony of it all??? that tyler still manages to exude so much masculinity purely through his personality#im just saying words actually. i dont know what the point is
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it’s giving sexy villain couture 🩶🖤
#knees wobbled and a moan almost slipped from my mouth when i saw these#the urge to just bow down#and I’m not talking a slight bend#I’m not even just talking about getting on my knees#I’m talking full body on the ground face in the dirt kinda boy#**bow#BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THIS KING DESERVES#how does he manage to exude hades vibes so effortlessly??#like this is so giving modern hades ughhhhh#he IS hades atp#hongjoong hard thoughts#ateez hard thoughts#joongie#🪐
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Goemon is terrifying
#i don't say that often but TWCFM managed to make him look genuinely scary#this series struck a very good balance between the legitimate danger goemon exudes and his naivety and inadequacy with the world#he seems simultaneously very old and very young#like a child that was forced into becoming a killing machine#forced to grow up too fast and at the same time never allowed to actually grow up#idk man i just have a lot of feelings about TWCFM!Goemon#goemon ishikawa#lupin iii#twcfm#The Woman Called Fujiko Mine#takeshi koike
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#cql: episode 42#i love this expression#terrified on the inside but still managing to exude such 'oh you're in for a real treat' energy
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Payback for the smashed mango >:)
#ts4#sims 4#simblr#ts4 gameplay#fib#fib extras#oscar#byrd#alton#he hates it!#threw that shit on the FLOOR#idk how a mere infant manages to exude so much mischievousness but here we are#like.. am kinda letting the game decide some of these lil guys personalities n the shit he does autonomously is so cheeky i love it#😆#also.. oscar just never gets dressed apparently#the perks of working from home amirite
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sometimes i'm like. am i actually a narcissist? just for a moment. then i remember that from the ages of like 12-19 i eschewed all other photographs or more normal forms of decoration to keep a framed photo of myself on either my desk or my bedside table where i could look at it constantly. cuz i thought i looked cute and confident and no it did not occur to me i might like to have a photo of like, a family member or some cool trees or something i just took like 7 years to go huh wait other people don't keep a photograph of themselves on their desks? what do you do when you want to look at yourself go all the way to a mirror??? anyway it wasn't realizing this was unusual that made me stop the photo just got water damage
#rip it genuinely made me so happy bc it was like 10-y-oldish me lounging upside down in a chair#with my hands behind my head just smiling the hugest most smug smile#everything Went Wrong when i was 8 or 9 so maybe i was younger when it was taken? or i was just on an upswing/good day#but tinyme exuded so much confidence in that photo it acted like a coping mechanism trigger object#id look at it and just go 'hell YEAH we're crushing it'. (reader i was not crushing it ever)#anyway just thought of this bc i was thinking abt the shit therapist i saw once b4 i got a better one recently#where i shared i 'found it useful to use npd as a framework to help me manage' i.e 'i self-dxed and i'm right but i'm gonna act#like i could be wrong. also all dxes are bullshit to some degree'#and then like. 5 min later i was explaining some of the things i've already worked on and what i wanted to#and my general mental profile blah blah. and she was like 'um... wow you think a lot about yourself!' and i literally just.#looked at her and then pointed to myself and said 'i mean#narcissism...'#anyway she got fired or smth and the guy i have now is chill. this can count as a life update ig#sunflower radio hour#vic talks#my arms are killing me i should not have typed........... Hubris.
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in one corner are the girls. hestia is the mediator between the other two's dispute, gently coaxing them away from their violent desires and soothing them both over a cup of tea and some warm buttered bread, fully utilizing her sweet sisterly parenting
and in the other corner, hades is holding zeus over his head in air jail, one foot on poseidon's chest to keep him down because neither of them want to listen to the words "stop fucking fighting" and he is so so tired
#one day the two switch responsibilities and hestia manages to get the boys to calm down over a cup of hot tea and cookies#meanwhile hades is STILL wrestling his siblings into submission because he is NOT a nurturer like hestia and the girls wanna punch#happy talks greek mythos#hades#hestia#it helps that hestia is so small and sweet looking and just exudes warmth and comfort so everyone wants to be nice for her#then hades is a tall skinny-ass tree of a man who exudes death so his siblings are lowkey like fuck that guy im never dying
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I forget what the opposite of strawmanning is called, but it's like ... I don't doubt that Tolkien genuinely disliked feminism, I just find it rather odd that his way of addressing this in his work seemed to be writing bitter, hard-edged, and incredibly eloquent women who give fantastic speeches about being fucked over by patriarchy. And either there's no real response from other characters or the response is deeply underwhelming, so I'm like ... okay, what are you even trying to do here?
These women are also usually very beautiful, in the interests of full disclosure, so you get all these ... like, tall hot women who do not fear pain or death!!! and are full of towering resentment at very real injustice and/or suffering. The details and nuances of these characters are quite different, but these characters obviously represent a type that Tolkien found compelling and kept returning to without really finding a solution to the problems these characters raise and pose.
I've read a lot of female characters by a lot of authors, and maybe it's just because my personal taste in female characters is really similar to Tolkien's, but few things click with me so much as Éowyn's speech to Aragorn, or Erendis's to Ancalimë, or Andreth's and Morwen's... everything, or even the shorter defiant responses we hear from Haleth, Aredhel, Niënor, Galadriel. There's even a trace of this with someone as improbable and deliberately unlikable as Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, who confronted Saruman's men, survived imprisonment, and tottered out to hobbit glory.
I don't know, really. Maybe giving angry female characters kickass speeches was as far as he was willing to go with them. And to go by his favored types in male characters, he did have a taste for proud, attractive, talented, often abrasive, and hubristic characters regardless of gender. But it's not only a general type, IMO, when you've got a bunch of these women talking about gender specifically and its impact on them, so—I don't know, sometimes I just shrug and get on with my fandom life without trying to navigate the quagmire of intent. But it's definitely a question I return to.
So there's no real conclusion here. I guess I'll just leave you with my personal favorites! Here's Éowyn's response to Aragorn:
"All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more." (LOTR 767)
But also Erendis, my love:
"...Númenor was to be a rest after war. But if they[men] weary of rest and the plays of peace, soon they will go back to their great play, manslaying and war. Thus it is; and we are set here among them. But we need not assent. If we love Númenor also, let us enjoy it before they ruin it. We also are daughters of the great, and we have wills and courage of our own. Therefore do not bend, Ancalimë. Once bend a little, and they will bend you further until you are bowed down. Sink your roots into the rock, and face the wind, though it blow away all your leaves." (Unfinished Tales)
#i honestly don't remember how much of ancalimë's backstory he even came up with before mentioning her in lotr#but the idea of going 'what if there were ruling queens' and then coming up with 'the mariner's wife' to explain it#is the most tolkien writing women thing ever#anghraine babbles#long post#legendarium blogging#gender blogging#legendarium fanwank#i'm not sure i have another canon where the women manage to exude so much 'fuck all y'all' without a single expletive tbh
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The most joyful and pure creature on the planet
#we’ve been frequenting a new brewpub and the staff have very quickly become attached to her#she somehow manages to be kind of aloof to strangers while still having this magnetism that draws people in#once she’s met someone like. twice tho she acts like she’s known them for her entire life#I cannot imagine having the charisma she naturally exudes it’s insane lol#like once a week someone will meet her and tell me ‘wow she’s really special you must feel so lucky’#and I’m like bitch I know!! and I do!!
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im looking for a photo to use for an ID card for my new job and I've just uncovered all these photos I took of myself before getting a haircut like a year ago and I just...
you guys don't understand I've literally never looked this hot
where the fuck did all this attitude come from I am NOT this person normally
some INTENSE 'call me daddy energy' going on here
#I remember posting one of these selfies on my public twitter and a colleague texted me#Like 'wearing a leash on main are we'#bro NO it's a harness#sorry for the spam of my face Im just shocked at the raw domme energy I managed to exude
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I don’t usually listen to music like MATZ, so I was really curious what the MV was gonna be like. But PLEASE OHMAGAH IM DYING. IT’S SO GOOD LIKE WHAt. The power MATZ holds is actually INSANE. Like- Like- *hyperventilates*
SEONGHWA??? PARK SEONGHWA??? IS THAT YOU KING?
Plz I need to sit down
Like- Just-
*screaming*
Hongjoong’s little Jack Sparrow walk- AND HIS COAT!!! (/┳Д┳)/\(┳Д┳\)
AnD-And the way they’re each wearing half of the silver teeth grills
(/┳Д┳)/\(┳Д┳\)(/┳Д┳)/\(┳Д┳\)
WAHHHH TOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOT
MATZ
#ateez#matz#hongjoong#seonghwa#plz it’s crazy#also how does hwa manage to be peak gender 24/7#this is the most masculine energy I’ve seen him exude in a long time#but he makes it look easy#he’s really presents different energy every day#and i’m living for it#fack#sobbing#screaming
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While I was fangirling over Welt, someone told me that Welt already had a wife.
Yeah, I know.
It’s me. I am the wife.
#honkai star rail#everyone burst out laughing#but fr#do i look like i give a frick he has a wife (well i do lmaooo)#DOESN"T MATTER#welt exudes both daddy and DAD energy#the way he squints at his phone and then cringes#SHADIEJVKRV#I'm in Xianzhou Luofu and Im happy Welt came on the trip with us#he is so handsome and for what#HE LOOKING FINE FOR BEING A SENIOR CITIZEN#well in this kind of science-fiction plot he isnt THAT old actually#even considering the plot might have been years AFTER Honkai Impacts ending (so he could be way older than 80)#it doesnt really matter#in Xianzhou I always see this randos just casually going so i just turned 230 years old and managed to finally join the army! :D#heck Jing Yuan and Fu Xuan might be older than Welt himself#I swear Tingyun at least is older than Welt.... maybe...
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Okay so the WILDEST thing happened to me the other day
I was running around town doing the shopping thing like a Real Adult (no I was not secretly just looking for this one pair of superman socks shut up) when this guy came up to me in the store and was like do you work here
I very much did NOT work there I wasnt even wearing the store colors, and I was wearing fucking sweatpants!! I guess I just looked like I had authority or something but anyways I told him no and I went on with my shopping I had some groceries superman socks to buy
about five minutes later ANOTHER person asked me the same thing and I was like ????? No. I dont.
I went back to my shopping and there was a THIRD person asking me if I worked there not two aisles over, mind you I had a CART full of stuff so like I didnt really look like an employee
At long last I finally finished the socks were buried in the seasonal section for some unknown reason and went to check out my friend of a friend who works at the store was on the register that day so I went to their aisle and I asked them if it looked like I worked there
they were like uhhhhhh kiiiiind of??? because APPARENTLY the mangers at that store wear lanyards sometimes cause like thats where they keep the keys to like back rooms and stuff and so wearing my lanyard with my house keys and shit made me a target employee to literally everyone in the store
#does my lanyard just exude the authority of the manager????#I wasn't wearing anything that indicated that this was my place of work#like not a nametag or anything#wtf#people are sometimes a lil bit dumb#(OKAY IF YOUVE MADE IT THIS FAR THIS IS ACTUALLY A SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT)#(it is based off real events tho)
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I should def get a new job fr
#i hate my manager#i hate the transphobia they exude esp towards this one woman who happens to be trans? they seem to hate her#also i dont get paid enough to deal with everyones bs#and i dont get paid enough period
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Love 119 [Part One]
part of my paramedic!jungwon series. [part 2]
pairing: paramedic!jungwon x doctor!reader genre: workplace tension, constant bickering, fluff (trust me) word count: 2.7k summary: jungwon and you made it a habit to constantly be at each other's throats, especially in the emergency room. while he barked orders, you fired back just as fiercely. but once the doors closed, the tension shifted into a warm intimacy that only you two knew. author's note: self-indulgent fic because i've seen no one writing this trope
The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip behind the skyline when the call came in—an emergency at a construction site on the outskirts of the city.
Jungwon barely had time to glance at his watch before he was in motion, his team falling in line behind him as the sirens wailed and the ambulance tore through the city streets.
Arriving at the site, chaos greeted them. Workers were clustered around a man lying motionless on the ground, his hard hat cracked and discarded nearby, dust and debris littering the air. Jungwon’s jaw tightened, taking in the scene in a flash. This wasn’t good.
“Let’s move,” he barked, his tone sharp but calm, his team already spreading out as they grabbed the necessary equipment from the ambulance.
He strode forward with an authoritative air, his well-built frame and broad shoulders drawing more than a few eyes from the construction workers, some of whom were openly staring at him, their faces filled with a mix of concern and awe.
“Step back, please,” Jungwon said firmly but politely, the workers quickly making way as he knelt down beside the injured man.
His dark hair, just a bit tousled from the rush, caught the light, and the sharp angles of his jawline seemed even more pronounced against the backdrop of the gritty site. His team watched him with admiration; Jungwon always exuded this calm, confident charm that somehow made even the most panicked scenes feel manageable.
Jungwon quickly assessed the man’s condition. The patient was unconscious, his breathing shallow. One of his teammates handed over the stethoscope, and Jungwon listened intently to the faint sounds of the man’s breathing. His brow furrowed.
“Possible head trauma. We’ve got low oxygen saturation,” he muttered under his breath, signaling for the oxygen mask as his hands moved swiftly yet delicately over the man’s body, checking for fractures and injuries.
His every move was precise, commanding attention—not just because of his skill but the way he carried himself. Even in the face of an emergency, he looked collected, like he was born to handle the pressure.
"Jungwon," his teammate called from the side, holding the patient's chart. "No significant external bleeding. We’ve got a weak pulse though, around 130, BP's borderline. We need to get him out of here fast."
Jungwon’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, quickly making a decision. “Let’s secure his airway first and immobilize his spine. We can’t risk any movement.” He made the call as he smoothly slid the oxygen mask onto the patient’s face, adjusting it with a gentleness that contrasted the urgency of the situation. His fingers brushed over the man’s wrist, checking his pulse again. A slight frown creased his forehead.
With practiced ease, his team set up a backboard to stabilize the patient, while Jungwon prepared to radio the hospital. His deep voice echoed through the dust-laden air, crisp and calm. “We’re looking at a possible internal bleed or brain injury—trauma to the head, decreased GCS. Get Y/N on standby. She’ll want to know.”
He tapped his earpiece, dialing straight into the hospital, his tone switching effortlessly into that of a strict professional.
“Y/N,” he started, his voice filled with authority as he spoke into the receiver, “we’ve got a situation here. Male, late twenties, unconscious after a fall from height—GCS is 4. We’ve administered oxygen and immobilized his spine, but he’s unresponsive. Internal injuries are likely.”
There was a brief pause on the other end, before your voice came through, crisp and all business. “Vitals?”
Jungwon rattled off the numbers, his tone growing sharper as he outlined the gravity of the situation. “BP’s dropping fast, pulse is weak, pupils uneven—one’s blown. It’s not looking good.”
“Get him here as fast as you can,” you replied, your voice steady. “We’ll be ready when you arrive. I need him in trauma two for imaging, and you better give me a detailed report when you get here.”
Jungwon rolled his eyes subtly, though no one else could hear his exasperation. “Of course, Doctor. Just make sure the room’s prepped.” His sarcasm was impossible to miss, but before you could retort, he was already motioning for his team to get the stretcher ready.
“Let’s get moving,” he said, standing up in one fluid motion, his wide shoulders casting a shadow over the patient as he signaled for the transfer. His team lifted the man onto the gurney, Jungwon guiding them every step of the way. Despite the intensity of the moment, there was something about the way he commanded the situation—his deep voice, his piercing gaze, the way he moved like a force of nature—that made even a frantic scene seem a little calmer.
Jungwon was the kind of guy people listened to, the kind of guy people looked up to. Even with the weight of the situation hanging over him, he held his head high, taking charge like it was second nature. His team moved quickly, securing the patient in the ambulance as Jungwon gave one last glance to the scene before climbing in.
“Let’s go,” he said firmly, and with the wail of sirens, they sped off toward the hospital.
Jungwon stormed through the emergency room doors with a sense of purpose, his jaw clenched as he guided the gurney toward the trauma bay. “28-year-old male, head trauma, GCS of 4, possible internal bleeding. Move it!” His voice boomed with authority, eyes scanning the room as the ER team sprang into action.
The chaos of the emergency room was nothing new, but today it seemed more charged than usual. The tension was thick as the nurses hurried to get the trauma room prepped, doctors barking orders as they readied themselves. And at the center of it all was you—focused, sharp-eyed, already gloved up and waiting.
The moment Jungwon and his team wheeled the patient in, your eyes met his, a silent exchange of understanding mixed with the tension that always crackled between them in moments like this. Not that anyone would’ve noticed—your constant bickering was practically a feature of every shift.
You stepped forward, your voice cutting through the noise of the room. “Trauma two is open. Let’s get him in fast!”
The team followed your lead, transferring the patient from the gurney to the hospital bed with swift efficiency. Jungwon stayed close, hands still gripping the rails of the stretcher as if he was unwilling to relinquish control.
“You took too long with the vitals report,” you said, throwing him a sharp glance. “We could’ve been in there five minutes ago.”
Jungwon’s eyes narrowed. “We did take the vitals. Maybe if you paid attention, you’d know that.”
“Excuse me?” you shot back, your gaze never leaving the patient as you worked to stabilize him. “I don’t need a paramedic trying to tell me how to do my job. We had a plan, and your delay didn’t help.”
Jungwon glared, his voice low and clipped. “Maybe if your plan didn’t waste time on unnecessary scans, we wouldn’t have needed a second round of intubation last time.”
Your hands froze for a split second before you caught yourself. You threw him a withering look. “This again? You think you can waltz in here and play doctor, Jungwon?”
“I’m not playing doctor. I’m trying to make sure you don’t screw it up.” His tone was biting, but professional, and the tension in the room rose instantly.
One of the nurses stepped back, shaking her head. “Here they go again.”
You didn’t back down, leaning closer as you adjusted the IV line. “How about you leave the doctoring to me, and I’ll leave the paramedic work to you? We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Jungwon took a breath, his expression unreadable for a moment, his frustration barely contained. “Fine. Just don’t mess it up.”
“Same to you,” you retorted, not missing a beat.
Before Jungwon could respond, one of the nurses interrupted. “Dr. Y/N, patient’s BP is dropping.”
Instantly, you refocused, the banter dropped as quickly as it had escalated. “Let’s get the trauma panel done. We need to stabilize him before moving for imaging. Prep the fluids.”
Jungwon watched you work, his arms still crossed, but he didn’t say another word. Despite the constant arguing, there was no denying that you are incredible at your job. Even in the most high-pressure situations, you were in complete control.
You worked together in tense silence, the only sounds in the room now the soft beeps of the monitors and the quiet shuffling of the medical team around them. Jungwon’s team lingered just outside, waiting for their next call, though they couldn’t help but glance back inside the room occasionally, accustomed to the combative exchanges between Jungwon and you.
As the patient’s vitals finally stabilized, you took a step back, letting out a quiet breath. “We’re clear to take him to imaging now. Good work, everyone,” you called to the team, your voice steady once more.
Jungwon uncrossed his arms, walking past you toward the door. “You’re welcome,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
You narrowed your eyes at his back but said nothing. You didn’t need to. Your argument had run its course for now.
Thirty minutes later, with the patient stable and prepped for surgery, you stepped out of the trauma room, pulling off your gloves. Jungwon was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, that same tight-lipped look on his face.
“Everything go okay, or did I miss something else?” he asked, his voice loaded with sarcasm.
You glared at him. “Yeah, we managed just fine without your commentary, thanks.”
“Good,” Jungwon muttered, pushing himself off the wall and adjusting his jacket. “Maybe next time you won’t waste so much time arguing.”
“Maybe next time you’ll do your job and get out of my way,” you shot back, your voice sharp.
“You love being in control, don’t you?” Jungwon’s eyes glinted, his voice dropping low as he stepped closer. “Can’t handle someone else calling the shots, huh?”
You crossed your arms, your gaze unyielding. “I don’t need to handle anything, least of all you.”
“Trust me, I’m not asking for much,” he replied with a smirk, his voice oozing with challenge.
You scoffed, brushing past him. “Try asking for less.”
Jungwon shook his head with an exasperated sigh as he watched you walk away, but his lips twitched ever so slightly. The others on their teams didn’t even blink. This was just how the both of you were. They were used to it by now—the biting remarks, the challenges, the constant back-and-forth. Every time Jungwon’s ambulance showed up, it was only a matter of time before you and him were at each other’s throats again.
Hours later, the hospital had quieted down. The rush of the afternoon was over, and most of the staff had gone home. You and Jungwon had managed to avoid each other for the rest of your shifts, though your earlier argument still hung in the air like static.
You finally peeled off your gloves after your last appointment and scrubbed your hands clean, your mind replaying the events of the day. You were tired, drained even, but there was something about that last spat with Jungwon that wouldn’t stop gnawing at you. Maybe it was the way he always had a smug retort ready or how he never backed down from your challenges.
Shaking your head, you let out a sigh. “Annoying paramedic,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing your coat and heading out of the ER.
Your apartment wasn’t far from the hospital, a quiet space tucked away from the noise of the city. By the time you have arrived, your exhaustion had fully settled in, your body craving rest.
You pushed open the door and was greeted by the sound of faint rustling from the kitchen.
“Rough day?” a familiar voice asked, soft and warm.
You smiled, the tension from earlier melting away. There, standing in the kitchen in the same paramedic uniform that had driven you crazy just hours ago, was Jungwon. His hair was a little disheveled now, his expression soft and boyish, the strict leader of the paramedic team completely gone.
“You have no idea,” you murmured, walking over to him, your eyes catching on his broad shoulders, still defined under the crisp lines of his uniform. Jungwon turned around, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you see his easy smile, so different from the sharp tone he used at work.
Without another word, Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. The scent of antiseptic still clung to his uniform, mixed with the faintest hint of his cologne. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt against him, the weight of the day slipping away. You buried your face into his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles beneath the fabric, and sighed softly.
“You’re lucky I put up with you,” he teased, reaching for your hand and pulling your close. “Even after you yelled at me for no reason.”
“I didn’t yell for no reason,” you protested, but your voice had lost all its sharpness, softened by the warmth of being home. You leaned against his chest, letting out a deep breath. “Okay, maybe I did. But only because you deserved it.”
Jungwon chuckled, his arms wrapping around you more tightly. “Sure, I deserved it. You really hate me that much, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat behind it as you melted into his embrace. “The worst,” you muttered, though your fingers played with the collar of his uniform.
Jungwon smirked, resting his chin on top of your head. “Good thing we’ve got the whole night to make up for it, then.”
“You’re still in your uniform,” you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, your mind was in chaos. His broad shoulders. The way he held you. The authority he exuded at work seemed to linger here, too, but only just enough to make your heart race.
Jungwon chuckled, his hand moving up to cup the back of your head. “I thought you liked me in uniform.”
You groaned, your cheeks flushing. “Stop it. I’m tired.”
“Liar,” he teased, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His own softened as he took in your face, the familiar tenderness filling his gaze. “You love it.”
And he wasn’t wrong. As strict and commanding as you could be at work, here with him, you couldn’t help but feel weak in his arms. You were whipped for him in every sense of the word, even if you would never admit it out loud.
Jungwon kissed the top of your head, his earlier bravado fading into a gentle affection. “Come on. Let’s get you out of these scrubs and cuddle.”
You let out a soft laugh, the kind that only he ever got to hear. “You’re the one who’s going to change first. That uniform’s distracting.”
“I knew it,” he grinned, but without missing a beat, he started peeling off his jacket, revealing the tight black undershirt beneath that highlighted his lean muscles. You had to look away before you lost yourself completely.
As you settled onto the couch, your limbs tangled together in the quiet of their apartment, the world outside felt a million miles away. In here, there were no patients to save, no colleagues to impress, no reputations to uphold. It was just the both of you.
Jungwon nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his earlier strictness replaced by a cuteness that only you got to see. “You’re such a pain at work, you know that?”
You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re not so easy yourself.”
And just like that, the bickering, the tension, all of it faded away. Because here, in your shared apartment, away from the chaos of the ER and the expectations of their coworkers, you were just you and Jungwon—no titles, no arguments. Just two people who loved each other, even if you never let anyone else know.
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