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This is a little fic for @domaystic
Based on day 14: Startled By Sudden Appearance
The only one able to break your concentration.
Is the very Shark of the hospital.
Though he might strike fear into the hearts of the other staff, as they steer clear.
In your eyes, it is a sweet and welcomed distraction.
Notes: wholesome fluff. just two people in love. established relationship.
Word Count: ~940
Everyone around you knew that when you had that certain look in your eye.
That tenseness in your shoulders.
Eyes barely lifting from your screen.
That they shouldn't disturb you.
Well…
It’s not that they shouldn’t disturb you.
It was just that.
They couldn’t disturb you while you were in that state.
As you were so completely enthralled by your charting.
They could try and pull you away.
But you’d simply swiftly delegate whatever went your way.
But the only thing that would draw your attention away was an emergency trauma in need of all hands on deck.
And recently they discovered another thing.
The only other thing to pull your attention.
…Dr Brendon Park
The Shark of PTMC.
The ortho surgeon that could sniff blood in the water. That cruised through the choppy waters of the ER.
It was a rare sight to see him come down.
But when he did.
It was as though his presence parted the seas.
A hush would fall over the staff as soon as he’d step out of the elevator.
Med students and interns would scatter away. Wide eyed and bitten lips, rushing to leave his line of sight.
Murmurs between nurses would hum, just barely audible but the words were always the same.
Questioning glances and raised brows.
“Who called for a consult?”
“Didn’t think we’d see him here today?”
“What is he doing here?”
Whispers would pass around the room. A faint buzz beneath the beeping and hurried steps and all the other noises of the ER.
But it never fazed him.
Eyes unbothered.
His jaw tense.
As sharp as a knife.
But then the source of his interest.
The reason for his visit came to light.
As everyone mumbled quietly, “Of course”
The surprise had since dissipated and had melted into a state of disbelief.
They still couldn’t believe it.
You.
The lovely, the sweet, the dedicated, resident they loved to work with.
You.
Were the one that had ensnared Park.
You had caught him in your net without ever meaning to.
And no one there could begin to understand how. Or why you had given him a chance.
But that didn’t matter to either of you.
The only ones who needed to know.
Were you and Brendon.
With a coffee in hand, he approaches you, not giving anyone else the time of day.
Your attention is completely consumed by your charting.
Only for you to practically jump out of your chair, almost sliding off, it it weren’t for the hand on your back to steady you.
The same hand that had shaken you from your state.
Startled by the sudden feel of a large, gentle hand across your back.
You suck in a harsh breath, a small squeak escapes you as you clasp at your chest in shock.
Turning to see the source of your disruption.
Only for your raised brows to soften.
Your lips widen into a smile at the sight of him.
“Hey” he lowly greeted, the soft timbre of his voice settling in your chest. Warming you from within.
His hand steady on your back, a small quirk of his lip from your reaction.
Amusement shining in his clear blue eyes.
“What’re you doing here? Thought you’d be in surgery right now?” you questioned blinking in surprise.
“Just finished, thought I’d come by and bring you a coffee,” he offered the cup in his other hand, as your fingers curled around it, barely brushing his fingers across yours.
Smiling into the cup you take a sip, as the warm aromas flood your mouth with a sigh of delight escaping you. Shoulder’s slumping at ease.
“Aren’t you sweet,” your eyes flicked up to meet his eye. While he leaned against the desk you were at.
“We still on for dinner tonight?” He asked.
Pulling a cheeky teasing smile, you remark, “Only if we manage to get out on time”
“As if anything would keep me from it,” he stated, as though it should be obvious to you. His fondness for you, only having grown more since you started dating.
Leaning back into your chair, “I can think of a number of problems that might keep us here,” you retort.
Clicking his tongue, he ducks his head lower to meet yours, voice deep and low as though it rumbled from the very depths of his chest, “None would be a good enough reason to stay away from you”
His lips meet yours, soft, with just the faint roughness that was so very him. The smallest nip of his teeth across your lip.
And then all too soon. He pulls away.
“I’ll see you later”
“Not if I see you first,” you press a kiss to his cheek, as he hand lingers on your back for just a moment before he eventually lets his feet move.
The composure he usually carried now formed once more. Steely and cold. Any presence of softness all left behind with you.
His only weakness as it seemed.
And your only distraction.
As he was the only person who could ever pull your attention away when you were knee deep in charting.
A mystery those of the Pitt still couldn’t quite decipher.
But as they passed you by.
As you happily sipped on your coffee, a wide smile spread across your face.
Eyes gleaming in delight. A new vigor in your movements. A chipper note to your voice.
They didn’t need to understand how or why.
As they saw you beaming with joy.
They understood that it was true.
That it was good.
That you and Park.
The Shark of PTMC.
Had a good thing going for you both.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Brendon being a thoughtful partner is always fun to explore! ♥️ Let me know what you thought.
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I swear I am drinking coffee in normal amounts... and am very chill about Turkish coffee, I swear.... Indonesian blend my beloved.
Very finely ground beans spread a warm aroma of coffee in the small kitchen of your apartment. The soothing smell was a barrier from the outside gloomy weather and cold, as another warning was issued by the forecast.
It felt magical, tender, sacred in the ordinariness of it. Two cezves slowly heating up, two cups ready to be filled, two hearts beating at a different tempo in the same melody of love.
This morning's ceremony was accompanied by two voices hushed and hoarse from dreamland. Sleepy kisses — a sweet timer they mastered to perfection.
Sitting three seats over from the wall often netted him a conversation partner, Raiko had found. The cops who came in here for a drink after work were usually the quiet, taciturn types. He’d gotten familiar with a couple of them, and occasionally traded tips. Economic crimes of one kind or another - young thugs learning to steal cars in one neighborhood traded for stories of unscrupulous lawyers stealing money by the briefcase. One memorable conversation focused on how stealing electricity worked in different districts.
His baiju is still cold when she comes and sits down next to the wall.
He signals to the bartender, and her own glass of baiju settles silently in front of her. She gives him a sidelong glance and taps the bar with her fingers before knocking the shot back and snapping the glass back down.
When she turns toward the bartender, Raiko notices the bandage on the far side of her face peeking out around her profile. She is clearly steaming with anger, not even a little assuaged by that tiny little drink.
Annoyed with the delay while the bartender helps another customer, she picks her glass back up and watches for him to put down the bottle of the no-name baiju. Louder this time, she knocks the glass against the bar.
The barkeep glances over her shoulder, flips his towel over his shoulder, and turns around. He leaves her with a fresh glass and a partial bottle of high-quality huangjiu Raiko knew he’d never be able to afford.
He lets her take another two shots before getting his own fresh drink.
Out the corner of his eye, he watches her pull a few rocks from a belt pouch. She lays them on the bar, then focuses on them. with a finger, she uses her bending to guide them in something of a dance.
He admires the precision and intricacy of the movement.
She, however, seems displeased, and takes another drink.
His baiju is warm when the first rock refuses its master and falls out of line.
The officer sweeps the set up with her hand instead of her bending, depositing them back in her pouch.
She pounds the remains of the bottle on the bar, and twists to stand, coming face to face with Raiko.
He looks at her, and the bandage on her face obscures her entire right cheek.
His eyes widen involuntarily, and she flinches.
“Equipment malfunction,” is all he can get her to say.
