Do You Even Lift, Bro? AU Episode 25
The invitation to The 46th Annual Medical Charity Gala looked pretentious as fuck.
Those were the first words Kit thought when he ripped open the clearly expensive envelope. What a fucking waste of money.
Ever since Kit completed his residency training in General Surgery and earned his reputation as a fucking stellar trauma surgeon (thank you very much), he regularly gets invited to boring-ass doc functions.
While he would readily agree with the average person claiming him to be the walking stereotype of an arrogant asshole surgeon while on duty, the people closest to him knew what kind of person he really was, and that was good enough for him.
After all, he was there to cut people open, not to make nice with people (which he rarely did anyway).
...granted, the asshole part was not that far-fetched.
This was all the more reason for Kit’s colleagues to be astounded when they saw that their tiny little (fierce) thunder cloud of a trauma surgeon was being followed around (mostly in private) by the personification of a puppy with the sun shining out of his ass when in close vicinity to Kit.
The first time Ming brought sweets to the hospital (courtesy of Pharm going nuts in preparation for Dean’s birthday), he charmed the socks off the one person even Kit was afraid (ehem in grudging awe) of - head nurse Mae.
Frankly, it was a little scary. He was just there, laughing with her.
Like that was NORMAL.
No, Kit was not at all jealous...not to mention the rest of the staff to be quite honest.
Mae actually came up to Kit one time threatening him to end his poor existence were he ever to break up with Ming, jeopardising his frequent visits to the hospital.
(Kit fucking decided then and there that HE was gonna have to be the one to propose or else might actually risk losing vital organs without anybody being none the wiser...Mae surely had enough capable connections to hide the body should anything go wrong.)
The second time Ming visited Kit’s hospital wing, you could barely see him behind the huge bouquet of Kit’s favourite flowers (had he ever told him even??).
He was alerted to Ming’s arrival by the almost overwhelming source of gasps and coos from various staff members on duty and even the odd patient walking the hall.
It was quite the feat to get Ming out of the nurses’ clutches and Ming was too polite to refuse their mothering himself.
Kit suspected Ming enjoyed the special treatment to a certain degree but was too proud to admit it, not that Kit could fault him.
By then, he had lost count of Ming’s visits to the hospital but the most memorable one was probably when Ming casually jogged into the building post run and asked if he could by chance have some water because his bottle was empty.
The following mayhem of hospital staff falling over each other to be the first to supply “the thirsty and glistening boy in running shorts and a low cut tee” (or so Kit heard from the ones rushing towards the commotion in the reception area) with a cup of water was one for the history books.
Kit had become almost immune to Ming’s visits at that point so he knew it was best to let the chaos die down and have Ming find him only to drag him into the next available supply closet for some much needed quality time.
Ming’s blatant popularity lead to Kit’s brilliant idea of dragging Ming along to this annoying pretentious shallow over-the-top excuse of a fundraiser, i.e. the gala.
To exactly no one’s surprise at this point, Ming managed to charm literally everybody on Kit’s supervisory board within the first five minutes of introduction, thus accidentally guaranteeing Kit life-long job security.
Since Ming knew Kit wasn’t really one for these types of functions, he seemed to have made it his mission to not only make the necessary but dreaded networking much easier by charming everyone for him but regularly excused them from conversation to a) drag him onto the dance floor to slow dance b) to put some food into his nervous and annoyed Kitty, and c) when all else seemed to fail, simply compliment Kit into the bathroom to fuck in one of the stalls.
Kit never claimed to be 100% classy during these events, besides everyone was usually too drunk at this point to notice or care about disheveled hair or missing bow ties.
Kit had to admit: Ming made everything in life at least a little (a lot) more bearable.