summary: you're half crazy, he's a doctor- what could go wrong?
triggers: car crashes, descriptions of blood and injuries, mentions of magic and elven princes.
a/n: this is possible the most random thing i have ever written but i kind of love it! hope you do too.
You knew that you were different from other people from the moment you were born.
Maybe that was dramatic, maybe you realized it more along the lines of like kindergarten or something- but still, you knew pretty early on.
You knew because someone told you. They taunted you about it, whined when you tried to make other friends, bragged about the specialness. It was annoying and you tried to make them stop but that's the worst part of it- the idea of them, of him, going away was the worst idea of them all.
"Wake up."
You stirred in your sleep, nose twitching but refusing to wake up.
"Hey, I know you hear me- wake up."
You rolled over, shoving your face into the pillow instead of opening your eyes because if you opened your eyes you'd see-
"WAKE UP."
You groaned, slapping the bed with a weak, angry hand before opening your eyes to a round face with all too magnetic eyes staring back at you, a small smirk on his full lips, "Good morning sunshine."
"Go fuck yourself," You seethed, rolling over again.
"Kinda hard, I am you, you are me, and all that crap." He grinned, cuddling into your side.
You huffed put a frustrated breath of air. This is exactly what you were talking about- it was kind of hard to ignore how different you were when he was constantly reminding you of it. But different didn't really cut it, did it? Different meant a lot of things but very seldom did it mean that you had a buddy, someone no one else could see but you.
You weren't really sure why, or what he was- a ghost, a hallucination, an imaginary friend. You didn't really even want to know, because then someone would take him away from you and as annoying as he was, he was your best friend.
He was you, you were him.
You never felt lonely or misunderstood, maybe you felt sad sometimes but he always knew how to make you feel better.
"Why do we drink so much?" You groaned, feeling him rub circles into the base of your neck.
"I love drunk us, we're so flirty."
"I hate hungover us, Jimin- I hate us." You snapped, flopping over.
"Keep your hate on your side of the bed," Jimin grumbled, stretching like a cat in your bed, fist hitting the side of your head sharply.
You winced, a headache instantly radiating throughout your skull.
"Wanna go get ramen?" He asked in a quiet voice, because he knew if he spoke any louder, your brain would melt into a puddle at the base of your cranium and then he would disappear forever.
You perked up instantly, immediately rising out of bead, "Yes, yes I do."
Hoodie on, sweatpants sagged, sunglasses on.
Ready for battle.
You shuffled your way into the convenience store, bumping into someone on your way in, "Sorry." You grumbled, adjusting your face mask awkwardly.
"He smells good- we smell terrible, do you think he could smell us?" Jimin asked, skipping past you on the way to the ramen aisle.
Probably.
You rolled your eyes and got your shit- paying for it as silently and painlessly as possible before pouring in the hot water, isolating yourself in a corner of the store while you stared at it, willing your noodles to cook before you barfed all over the place.
"Oh god, he's coming back," Jimin gasped in horror, "he's coming to tell us we smell like peach soju and regrets."
"Who's coming back?" You muttered, looking at Jimin sideways.
"Mind if I sit here?"
You froze, looking up with wide eyes at the man you must've bumped into on the way in here. You knew he was the same guy because Jimin was right, he smelled good, like oranges and something manly. He had one of those faces, pure and clear- like an angel. A catlike angel, yeah. And that hair, god. He had so much hair and it was all wavy and tucked really pretty behind his ears.
"Like an elven prince," Jimin nodded, agreeing with your sentiments exactly.
Suddenly, it was like the heavens opened up and there was a light shining down on him in this shitty little 711, a crown appearing on top of his head and tiny little pixie fairies resembling Jimin floating around his face chanting, "sexy! sexy! sexy!"
"Am I bothering you?" He asked, a slightly confused, awkward expression on his face.
"No! Sit- sorry," You stammered, pushing your ramen to one end of the table so he could sit on the other side.
"Thanks," He said quietly, collapsing into a chair and immediately placing his ramen across from yours- same brand, different flavor.
He crossed his arms on the table and leaned over so his head was buried between them, a heavy sigh falling from his lips.
"You should ask him to marry you," Jimin decided, nodding his head wisely. You shot him a look and tried to stop yourself from laughing- Jimin was the most reckless, insane parts of you, it made even the most mundane moments of life feel exciting.
"Rough night?" You asked nonchalantly.
"You could say that. Didn't even go to sleep last night." He sighed.
"What a coincidence! I didn't either! I mean, maybe for like half an hour but that's nothing, really." You grinned animatedly.
The man peeked his head up, smiling at how excited you seemed over a shared lack of sleep, "Yeah? What were you doing all night?"
"That seems like a loaded question," You but back, narrowing your eyes.
"Well, I'm stuck here for the next three and a half minutes while my noodles cook- entertain me so I don't fall asleep?" He countered, giving you his best 'pretty please' eyes.
He blinked up at you demurely and your heart melted a little.
"Oh he's good, he's real good." Jimin noted, leaning towards him, "Can we take him home with us?"
"I was partying with my best friend and he has this rule- first one asleep gets a dick drawn on their forehead." You explained, eyeing Jimin, who was now sitting beside the man, rubbing up against him like a cat with a scratching post, a thick, all too detailed penis scrawled on his forehead.
"Oh that's way more fun then my night," He pouted, watching you uncover your ramen and dig in.
"Why didn't you sleep?" You asked, a mouthful of noodles hanging from your lips.
"Attractive," Jimin swiped sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"I was elbow deep in someone's abdomen, didn't seem like the best time for a nap." He quipped.
You squeaked in surprise, noodles falling from your mouth and back into the plastic bowl in front of you. He laughed, pulling his own bowl towards him and uncovering it.
"You're either a very relaxed murderer or a doctor?" You asked, watching him carefully take his chopsticks and swirl the contents of his bowl, blowing on it delicately.
"Which one would interest you more?" He smirked, tilting his head towards you.
He was looking at you- really looking at you. A lot of people have a problem with eye contact, you were one of them, actually. This guy- this random guy that you randomly ran into didn't apparently. This guy had no problem sizing you up with slightly narrowed eyes and that stupid smirk on his face that made it seem like...something was happening.
That there were fairies and elven princes and true honest to god incidences of love at true sight.
Even if it wasn't love- it was definitely lust. Because the way your half dead, hungover body fighting off alcohol soaking through your pores was suddenly alive and humming in response to this man right now? Carnal.
"Murderer- definitely murderer." You said thoughtfully, chewing through your food carefully.
He laughed openly, eyes crinkling up at the corners. He had the cutest teeth- so straight, his smile showed off his gums and you leaned in a little just to soak it all up.
"Teef," Jimin corrected, "Can't call them teeth, gotta use teef. Him and his teef are so...adorable. We're in love."
You shot him a look because you couldn't respond at the moment without seeming like a crazy person. We can't be in love- we just met him.
You listened to his stories about being elbow deep in someone's abdomen, stitching someone's head back together- you listened to him talk about what he did to relax outside of work, how he liked music and playing the piano. You did it while inspecting him, the way his hands were so steady and strong looking, the way his clothes didn't give anything away- the non-assuming hoodie and plain sweatpants.
You stared at him for any clue of a girlfriend or a boyfriend or a girlfriend with a special little friend only she could see floating around her at all times.
"You should ask him for his number," Jimin nudged, driving his elbow into your side.
First it was marriage, now it's his number?
You spoke about a million things and you didn't even ask for his number. You were too chicken, it sucked. He said goodbye and you walked separate ways while Jimin was screaming at you from the top of his lungs. You actually turned back to look at him one last time, the man you never even got the name of, and Jimin was walking after him screaming, "I'm going with him!"
You thought about him all week, trying to manifest him appearing in a million ways. Jimin ordered you to get a bunch of new crystals just to bring him back to you, pushing you to try witchcraft next. Maybe you manifested him too hard, because it hit you like a truck.
Literally- you were waiting for the bus and a truck veered off the road and hit you.
"Can you hear me?" The paramedic said, gripping your shoulders. "I need you to say if you can hear me, can you do that for me?"
There's blood all over us, our body hurts, our eyes feel heavy. We have a headache, we want to sleep.
"What?" You asked, disoriented. You didn't understand what happened at first, but as soon as you felt the plastic texture of the stretcher beneath you, slow, intentional beeping of some machine in the ambulance- you remembered everything.
"Okay, can you hear me? Stay with me, you're at a hospital now, you'll be okay, just stay calm."
You nodded but instantly felt pain around my neck- what about Jimin? You turned to look for her, but he wasn't there- you could hear someone screaming, it sounded like him. But instead of him, you saw another paramedic and let them ease you from the ambulance. You saw the sky briefly before you were in a building again, this time with unflattering florescent lighting and a lot of loud noises.
Where the hell is Jimin?
"Can you tell us your name?" A new face said, this one was a doctor, probably.
He was a father. You could tell from his receding hair line and the worry on his face. It's the same one your dad would be sporting right now, if he were here. Where was Jimin? He should be looking at you like that too. The air around you was ringing, and your neck still hurt like a bitch. "My side hurts."
"Okay, now-"
You struggled to lift your hand up to my side but managed to after a moment, resisting the doctor trying to stop you. You wrapped your hand around whatever was in your side- it had a jagged edge and felt cool to the touch. You tried to yank it out but he pulled your hand away.
"What have we got here?" A voice asked, the sound of a door opening and closing greeting your ears.
You gasped, the face of the man- the man, entering in your vision. His eyes were wide, panicked. Not the expression you want to see on your doctor. You would've freaked out more but behind him, peering over his shoulder was Jimin.
You sighed in relief, melting as Jimin reached around to stroke your hair, "We're okay."
We're okay.
"What the hell happened to you?" He muttered, reaching out a tentative hand and taking yours in it without taking his eyes off of your face. You scanned the length of his body- white coat, fitted scrubs, tired eyes. He was real, you knew so because you could feel him in your hand. Your eyes zoned in on the badge dangling from his pocket- Min Yoongi. That was his name.
"I'm okay," you assured someone- whether you were speaking to Yoongi or Jimin was unclear.
"Do you know her Min?"
"Yeah," He breathed out slowly, "Yeah, I do. We need to start a morphine drip, she's probably in a lot of pain- are you in a lot of pain? It's okay, I'm here now. Bet you're pretty glad I'm not a murderer now, huh?"
You'd laugh if you weren't currently yanking out a piece of what felt like metal from your side. You screamed when you finally wedged it free, a wash of relief crawling through your body. You slammed it into his hand and tried to catch your breath.
"What the-"
You didn't get to hear the word he chose to end that sentence with because you passed out. Again.
If you could choose, you'd pick Jimin over Yoongi. You didn't really know Yoongi in the first place, it was an easy choice to make. But you'd choose Jimin over anyone, over anything, even love. Even the smallest prospect of love, you didn't care. You'd choose Jimin.
Good thing you could apparently have both.
You woke up to a stupid beeping machine, Yoongi sitting reading a book next to your bed on an uncomfortable looking chair.
"Has he been here this entire time?" Jimin gasped, cramped in the hospital bed beside you like a cat. You eyed him, wondering why he was wearing a hospital gown too, except his had the waist cinched in alluringly.
"Hey," You said softly, wincing as got sat up.
"Hey," He smiled, looking up immediately. "Crazy seeing you here."
You laughed weakly, letting him help you into a fully seated position. He was looking at you with amazement in his eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. You didn't know what it meant, you didn't mind it though.
"Do you remember anything that happened?" He asked quietly, nodding understandingly when you shook your head. "Do you want me to tell you?"
You nodded, eyes zipping around the room for Jimin, who was also nodding eagerly.
"You showed up around 10 last night, pretty bad bruising along your spine, severe concussion but no lasting neuro deficits, and a large thirty centimeter puncture would which you so carelessly yanked out of yourself before passing out." He listed calmly, sucking in an annoyed breath with a perturbed look on his face.
"Oops," You said lamely, offering him a sweet smile.
Yoongi broke character to laugh, leaning over your frame to touch the bandaged wound at the smallest part of your waist, "I could've done a better job preventing a scar had you waited for me to take it out."
"You took too long, I couldn't wait any longer," You grumbled. "It's nice to meet you formally, by the way. Min Yoongi is a good name."
"I wished on a star that I'd see you again last night," He admitted, with a guilty look on his face. "I wished on a star because I hated that I didn't at least ask for your name that day and then you wound up in my ER. I found out your name through a bloody wallet in a patient bag the paramedics brought in."
"Dark," Jimin noted.
"I wished for you too," You assured, "It's not like you made me get in an accident."
"I know I don't know you, but my heart stopped when I saw you yesterday. I'm not even on the clock right now- I've just willingly been here because..." He trailed off, blush tinged pink.
"You don't have to feel guilty," You whispered.
"Let me take you to dinner. I want to know everything about you, I have to." He said quickly, "I don't know what's going on but you feel like magic- I wished on a star and I got you and I'm not letting you go so easily."
Jimin squealed, hiding underneath the covers of your thin hospital blankets as of that would give you more privacy.
It was your turn to blush, unable to stop the smile on your face, "Okay then."
"Okay then," Yoongi repeated, a satisfied little smile settling in on his face.
"I'm so glad he didn't turn out to be a murderer," Jimin sighed, kicking his feet under yours excitedly.
Pairing: doctor!Jungkook x reader (ok, technically clinical technician!Jungkook lol)
Wordcount: 1.6k
Genre/Rating: Fluff! strangers to friends to a lil’ more 👀👀
Tags/Warnings: mentions blood just for a moment (when talking about JK’s work). shouldn’t be anything too crazy, Jungkook is just your annoying new neighbor that sings abnoxiously loud in the shower. oh, and did I mention that the two of you share a wall?
a/n: You wonderful, beautiful people! This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click here to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! And THANK YOU @ezralia-writes for commissioning this! *insert round of applause and flowers* I hope you enjoy!
April 23rd
You should’ve known it was too good to be true.
You’d been living in utter bliss for the past six months, having moved across the city to a relatively quiet part of town. You had a neighbor; you were sure of it. Had seen their car in the parking lot too many times to not have one.
It’s just, you never heard them. Let alone saw them.
Which was completely fine. The loud, obnoxious lifestyle people usually adopted in a city as bustling as Seoul had never suited you anyway. For six months, you basked in the glorious silence from your next door neighbor. The only signal that you ever got that they were even there was the occasional time you’d both be showering at the same time. Your bathrooms shared a wall, which you tried to ignore. Thankfully, your neighbor seemed to ignore it as well.
So why is there a man suddenly belting out I Will Always Love You as though performing a one-man tribute to Whitney Houston?
The sound of his booming voice nearly knocked you off your feet as you made quick work of shaving your legs. Surely he must have heard your shower running! Can’t a woman get some peace and quiet on a Friday morning?! There’s nothing to celebrate yet!
You even make a point of clearing your throat loud enough to be heard on the other side of the wall, but he doesn’t falter in his loud, albeit dazzling, rendition of the song. He pauses for a second, giving you just enough time to let out a sigh of relief and begin on your other leg.
Leg soapy and ready to be shaved, you make it halfway through one swipe before the singing starts up again.
He only paused to switch songs. Whitney Houston tribute over, he begins a passionate ode to Adele’s greatest hits.
“What did I do to deserve this?” You sigh, resolving to finish up before the song is over and you’re subjected to another.
May 1st
It begins innocently enough. After a week of subjecting you to his siren-like voice, there’s a knock on your door. Of course, you assume it’s the food you’d ordered, so you just finish throwing your sweatshirt on before wrenching the door open.
“Hey,” you look up to tell the deliverer that you just need to grab your wallet, but your mouth runs dry at the sight before you.
Grinning with a friendly smile that might be a bit of overkill, a boy – nah, a whole man if we’re being honest here – gives you a sheepish wave. His long brown hair is falling into his eyes, which he meticulously brushes off to the side.
“Hey! You must be my neighbor!” When you keep staring at him with what you hope is a look of neutrality, he flushes a deep red. “I- er, I mean, obviously. That was kind of dumb of me…”
“You’re not the food guy?” It’s the only you can think to say, willing your eyes to focus in on his face and not the way his sweatshirt and sweats look on him. “Uh…I mean, yeah. Neighbors.”
The man before you lets out an adorable chuckle at your silly comment. “Oh, good. I’m not the only awkward one here.”
“Woah! I’m not awkward! I’m just hungry!” You cry out, making him only laugh harder.
“I’m Jungkook, by the way,” he says, nose crinkling as you look at him with wide eyes. So this is what was on the other side of the wall, belting out Mariah Carey this morning. “I just moved in last week, and realized that I haven’t even come over to say hello. You know, like a friendly neighbor should.”
“Hey, Jungkook.” You look around, wondering if there’s anyone else outside witnessing this incredibly awkward first meeting. “I, uh, well…I’m me.”
He snorts. “Yeah, I know. I’m assuming your name is the one on the mailbox? Next to mine?”
We have mailboxes??
“Oh, ha! Yeah, that’d be it.” You shuffle back and forth on your feet, unsure of what to say next. “Well, I thought you were the delivery service-“
“I just delivered food, too!” Jungkook says with a grin. He runs his hands up and down his arms even though it’s not cold outside. “I was thinking that…you know, we could eat together? I actually ended up ordering extra, but it looks like that wasn’t necessary.”
You grin, settling against your doorframe. “Ah, so you’re here to woo me with takeout? You should’ve just said so.”
It looks like Jungkook’s considering moving again. He swallows thickly, eyes flitting over to you before staring down at your floor. “Actually…I heard you watching TV…were you watching Wanda Vision?” When you nod, he sucks in a breath. “It’s just, I haven’t bought a TV yet, and-“
“Oh, tough luck. Good luck with that.” You burst out into a fit of giggles at the tentative look in his eyes. Silently forgiving him for all those mornings that doubled as musicals over the past week, you wing the door open a little wider and gesture for him to come inside. “Come in, I need someone to bounce theories off anyways.”
That’s all it takes before Jungkook is bounding inside, settling down on your couch with an air of comfortability that seems so at odds with his shy nature. Then again, everything about him seems to contradict his shy smile.
You like it.
June 2nd
What originally started as a simple friendship; Jungkook brought food and you let him have the remote; quickly turned into constant interaction. You learned that he had a roommate that was hardly ever home named Taehyung. He has a brother that he visits every other month. He works as clinical technician, but he’s known more for his beautiful voice more than his title as doctor.
Apparently he was known in the lab for singing little lullabies to the glass flasks containing different samples of blood and other fluids, even occasionally chatting with them as though they were avidly listening.
The more you learned, the more you really wished your old neighbor never moved out in the first place. Especially as you slipped on some shoes to take out the trash one night only to run face first into a familiar chest.
“Jungkook,” you groan, rubbing your nose and peeking up at the boy-like grin he wears. “What was that for?“
You step around him, closing the door to your apartment and heading down the stairs to where the dumpsters were located. “My bad. I was just about to knock.”
He matches your stride, hair whipping about in the wind. You realize that he’s wearing his lab coat, making you furrow your brows. “Aren’t you supposed to leave that at the lab?” You ask, pointing to the white coat.
Jungkook pouts, looking down at his coat as though just remembering that he was still wearing it. “Oh, well I have to wash it, you know. I brought it home with me today.”
“Ok…but why are you still wearing it?” You give him a half-smile as he reaches to open the lid to the dumpster, allow you to throw your trash inside.
Jungkook blinks, as though this latest question completely threw him for a loop. “Uh…I thought it might help.”
“With what?”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You think doctors are sexy, don’t you?”
“What?!” You choke out quite literally, beginning to cough. “Who- I never said that!”
Jungkook grins maliciously. “Yeah, but I heard you watching Grey’s Anatomy the other day. And it was on your recently watched.”
You begin to walk away, waving him off. “That doesn’t mean anything, Jungkook. So what? It’s just a show.”
Running ahead of you, Jungkook bounds up the first few steps before turning around to face you again, effectively cutting off your escape route. “Be honest. You don’t find them the least bit sexy? This coat does nothing for you?” He runs his hands down the lapels for emphasis.
You attempt to push past him. “What is even happening today?” Jungkook stops you in your tracks, hands on your upper arms and trapping you against the railing.
“I thought I might as well give myself a chance,” he mumbles, head tilted to one side as he takes in the way you’re staring up at him with utter confusion. “Don’t you wanna go out with a doctor?”
You blink slowly. “You…you’re setting me up with a doc-“
“Yah!” Jungkook groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How many way do I have to say it? I want you to be the Wanda to my Vision!”
“Jungkook, we’ve talked about this…” you sigh, hiding your laugh at his impatience. “They have a toxic relationship, why would I want that?”
“Don’t make me do this!” Jungkook whines, cheeks turning pink. “Just tell me yes or no!”
“To what?” You ask, feigning ignorance. “I don’t even know what you’re asking.”
“Nooo, you do,” Jungkook presses in closer as though that’ll help you understand. “I want you and I to…to…you know, I think we’d be good together.”
You frown. “Aren’t we together right now?”
“I swear-“ Jungkook takes a step back, sighing up at the sky. You snap your fingers, having a sudden epiphany.
“Oh, you mean together like we start singing duets in the morning through the wall?”
He blinks before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “I…yeah! Exactly!”
“No. But I will let you take me out on a date.” You give him a long look. “I’ve never been kissed by a doctor before, you know.”
Jungkook turns an impressive shade of red. “O-oh. You haven’t?”
“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. Turning to head up the stairs, you leave him in his shock. “Wonder what it’s like.”
Taking off in a run, you only get about a two second head start before Jungkook overtakes you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close, wide eyes eating up every inch of your skin.
Tilting your chin up, he breathes out, “Well, why don’t we change that?”
Warnings: Foul language, mentions of medical procedures, mentions of broken bones, mentions of injuries, mentions of life-threatening injuries, explicit scenes of intercourse, unprotected intercourse
a/n: please excuse my lack of knowledge about the procedures made and/or ethics of a hospital, this whole oneshot (and the ones forthcoming) is inspired by tv medical series and can be completely inaccurate for my lack of experience with the terms. i deeply apologize for any misconceptions and hope that either way you all enjoy the story!
The man had a way with women, they had said. He was nice and charming, a real gentleman were the exact words used to describe him.
"S- Stop poking me! This is useless, I'm fine, even a baby can see that!" The man on top of the hospital bed was everything but meeting the expectations. As he struggled, groaning and grunting like a little child, you pondered if you should ask for Peds, but since you were the only free resident for the next couple of hours before Dr. Dimples - well, one had to make a way to differentiate between the three Dr. Kim present on the hospital - got into surgery and you were paged to assist, you were on call for that one. It was your duty, even if your head was killing you.
"Mr. Kim, please stop moving around so much, I've got to clean your wounds and-" a young nurse was in distress, trying to clean the cuts and bruises of what it looked like to be the most famous man in the whole hospital, the star of plastic surgeries, Dr. Kim Seokjin - or how they called him, Dr. Handsome.
"If you're going to doing a lazy job then let go! I've got patients waiting for me, damn it!" Another two other nurses had to literally hold him down to avoid the man from getting up and leaving the bed practically naked, and you would have laughed was it any other day, but it was being a shitty morning for both of you, apparently.
"Alright... Good morning, I am Dr. Y/L/N and I'll be looking into your case, would you mind if I take a look at y-"
"Tell them to stop trying to help - trying being keyword - and let me go do my job! I got a thousand surgeries scheduled for today and I can't be wasting my time sitting in a bed while in perfect health!" You winced at his loud tone, not understanding why he was in such a rush to leave without letting you do at least the basics. It was a teaching hospital, wouldn't hurt him to just lay down and let you listen to his heart and call it a day-
"Hm Dr. Kim I'm afraid I won't be able to let you do that," With a friend you were handed the tablet that contained his charts and info, the first thing in the screen was an x-ray, fifth and sixth rib from the right side broken and the third from the left side craked, nothing very serious but it could hurt like a bitch. It should hurt like a bitch and still, that man was just there struggling to get up and go to work, screaming at everyone.
...
Screaming because it hurt like a major bitch but he didn't want to be seen in pain like that. The memories of your father getting angry at the wind when he got hurt while working popped in your mind immediately, and you signed heavily, trying to maintain your composure while explaining the situation and what could succeed to the matter if left untreated to the man who demanded an explanation to not being able to leave the hospital he partially owned.
"And I am telling you as an attending that I am completely fine to work today, so I'm ordering you to please release me!" The pleading in the middle of an order could be really funny, but your state was only getting worse and you were about to cry for the sole pain thumping inside your skull, the loud shouting inside the tiny room making you snap.
"Oh, my g- With all due respect Dr. Kim but will you just shut the fuck up? It's broken ribs, not an amputated hand!" You yelled back before you could stop yourself, walking towards Dr. Kim to show him the notes from the chief of surgery, that had sent further instructions. "All your procedures were postponed without an issue, so I'm sure every patient needing the touch of god can wait till you can stand on your feet." You finished with a heave, under the heavy gaze of the head nurse, that could be very grateful you were able to distract the nagging man enough for them to take better care of him while he was stunned, but also much baffled by your use of words and would probably inform your designed resident that you had indecorous behavior towards not only a patient and an attending doctor, but also a member of the Board.
Your head and your career, just because of a damn migraine. Just like that.
You felt light-headed.
"Well, finally someone to snap some sense in this thick head of yours," The humored voice of the Trauma attending made your whole body tense, not hoping someone from the higher-ups would know about this misbehavior so soon. And most of all, Dr. Min...
"Yoongi, I should have figured. This is one of yours right?" The man that was once staring holes into your skull spoke, tone even and a grin on his bruised lip.
"No actually miss - it's Y/L/N, right? - is under Namjoon's wing, but after this, I might even consider stealing her for myself... We're in dire need of someone with this kind of attitude," He scoffed, hands in his pockets as he turned to you. Straightening up you tried to mumble something, anything or an apology, but was stopped by a single shake of Dr. Min's head. "Don't worry, you're not in that much trouble for this. Your attending will have to be noticed though so meanwhile, I think you should go take something for that migraine of yours."
Your eyes widened at his words, wondering how he had figured out, mouth mumbling before you could stop yourself. "How could you-"
"Either I'm psychic or just that good. Take your pick." Yoongi cut you, a nonchalant shrug in dismissal as he turned around to talk to the injured doctor. Mouth hanging open, you only started moving once the nurse gave you a pointed look, quietly telling you to follow her and get your medicine already. Breathing in deeply, you skedaddled behind her quickly, not wanting to get into any more trouble than you already had. Your attending would probably talk your ear off for this already.
You felt so lucky to have Dr. Kim Namjoon as your attending for that week. Sighing as you got out of the meeting room where he had asked for a word - in a very serious tone, that had every hair in your body standing on point -, ducking your head to not meet anyone's eyes in your way, knowing your face wasn't the one of someone that spent two hours being lectured by the tall and apparently intimidating Neurosurgeon, rather someone that was staring at his dimples while he laughed at the story as you told the whole ordeal.
Of course, you had been punished for your attitudes, being put at service to take care of Dr. Seokjin till he was back on his feet, doing everything so he was comfortable which also meant personal favors and stuff. I'm basically his private nurse. When Namjoon had put it like that when discussing your punishment it didn't even cross your mind, but now all you could think about was that you'd be close and personal with one of the owners of that hospital.
It doesn't matter Y/N, you're a doctor, you told yourself while biting your lower lip as you made your way to the Plastic's surgeon room, being effectively assigned by Namjoon. Besides, he probably doesn't even like you that much right now, you did yell at his face, you sighed, not knowing if that was meant to be a comfort or not.
And for the second time that day, you'd been wrong.
Dr. Kim Seokjin was nothing but the man that was placed in a bed shouting at everybody and pain-crazed, no. He was very amiable, wouldn't accept your apology before you accepted his and asked very little of you - at least for that first afternoon - before sending you off to take care of yourself, addressing the migraine that had subsided greatly with the medicine the nurse had given you early morning. You even considered buying a lottery ticket that day.
The days that followed were also very pain-free, the interns that were already specializing on Dr. Jin's - as they called him - area coming frequently to ask for his opinion on some cases, sneak snacks or just blatantly flirt with him made your job quite easy, even getting to share the food that arrived. He was an ace at his craft, that was so, so much more than boob jobs and fillers, you quickly realized. Dr. Kim Seokjin was a researcher, always striving to perfect his techniques and looking for ways to heal people in an almost seamless way.
"Since you're technically under my orders, why don't you go check this patient for me? I really need someone to describe the state of that skin graft and-"
"Technically I'm still under Dr. Namjoon's orders, but I can ask a friend to check for them and they'll give you the info in no time," you explained, whipping out your phone and quickly typing at said friend about the case of the patient that had made a skin transplant for some old burn scars, made with umbilical stem cells - practically routine procedure, his work high ranked everywhere. Seokjin snickered in amusement, and you looked up at him questioningly. "What?"
"I know that you don't want to upset the dimpled puppy - believe me I don't like to either - but this way you're going to fall back in the program," he explained and you shook your head, sitting on the side of his bed, turning your phone to him, where he could clearly see another patient's room, and looking up at you he noticed the wireless earphone in your ear. Still, Seokjin looked confused, making you chuckle.
"Another friend of mine - he owns me some favors - video calls me every time there's an interesting case, so I get to learn stuff even if I'm not on rounds. My mike's off but I can hear and see whatever is happening in the room." You smiled smugly as you explained, proud of your own brain. Okay, it hadn't been exactly your idea, but the thing is that you were still observing some cases, even if you couldn't participate and/or observe surgeries.
"That's very... Resourceful, I must admit. Still, I think I should talk with Dr. Joon about you, it's not fair to sabotage your learning process like that-"
You touched his arm, halting his little rant. "No, please don't do that. I've also learned a lot with you here while helping to nurse you." You explained, unable to contain a smile while you realized the way Seokjin had referred to his colleague. The man's mouth parted, seeming to be a little surprised at your admission.
"You've been reviewing cases with me this whole time, huh?" His eyes glanced at the pile of papers on his lap, a small grin curling a corner of his lips. "Well, that's really clever of you, Dr. Y/L/N. Reminds me of myself, in the old days."
Your chest swelled at his tone, just like when your father used to call you that before he passed. You tried to not give much thought to that, the grief still prompting tears very often. "You say it like it was such a long time ago Dr. Kim," you quipped back with a chuckle, drawing another snicker from his lips.
"It sure feels sometimes." He commented absentmindedly, eyes back into the papers, something catching his attention. "Well suit yourself then, since you're here to study and not just stare at my handsome face. Not that I'd complain if that's the case." A sigh passed his lips and you rolled your eyes at the remark, as you stretched over him to reach for his glasses, his eyes squinting a little and causing creases, a really bad habit for someone that preached about collagen as a holy grail.
"When I need a break I will, don't worry." You said while handing him the tool you knew to have lost him when you had to place the thin and old-fashioned frame of his glasses on top of his nose, a small hum in appreciation, eyes relaxing to their normal size. You were close to his face and took a second to observe his features more closely since he did say you were allowed to and weren't even paying much attention, the material in front of him more interesting than anything else.
"Will what?" He muttered a second later as if just realizing you've said something. As your eyes met, you smiled.
"Look at your handsome face, doctor." You quipped, head tilting to the side with an innocent air, and you saw him blink hard once, just as when he's nervous - or hungry. Then - and there was a lot of reactions you were expecting from him, but not that one - a snort passed his lips, the most unflattering snort echoed through the room, and as you leaned back to giggle, noticed the redness of his neck up, not quite reaching his face and cheeks but rather blushing till the very tip of his ears.
And that's when you realized that Dr. Kim Seokjin was handsome - and knew that - but couldn't in any way get compliments without getting embarrassed.
You were sure to use that knowledge for your own amusement.
In the span of two weeks though, you've caught yourself staring and studying his face too many times already. Mostly when you were sure he was looking, just to embarrass him, but losing track of your tease and just admiring the natural features of his face, honest to god confused about how someone could have such complexion without never facing a scalpel before. Well, maybe you were exaggerating, but the man was surely handsome and lived for the nickname. Not only his face though, you've been quite interested in his shoulder-waist ratio, the wide expanse of his back - skin always so soft to the touch when you asked to listen to his lungs and heart - enough to fit both Rose and Jack, you'd bet. It was a miracle Seokjin hadn't tipped to either side yet, his waist being so slim in comparison. You envied that feature.
Didn't mean he was tiny under the belt though - well, you weren't sure about that specific thing -, as you noticed one day that his thighs were nothing to joke about. Okay, he wasn't like the Ortho God Dr. Jimin - strong dancer thighs - or Dr. Jeon that could seriously kill someone with his or Dr. Namjoon's biker ones or Dr. Taehyung's I've-worked-on-a-farm thighs but they surely were lean and strong, and if you could choose, you'd pick Dr. Jin's in a heartbeat. And why was that?
Because you're absolutely whipped for him, Y/N. Your mind snapped you from your daydream, the phone in your lap almost falling as you shook your head to get rid of the thoughts. That couldn't be the case, right? You just had a professional admiration for the man, he was an attending and your teacher and an amazing surgeon for crying out loud. You couldn't have fee-
"Y/N, can you come here a minute? I need your opinion on something," Seokjin's voice made you snap your head up at him, eyes huge as if you were caught doing something wrong. Which actually was accurate, if falling for one's teacher fit the concept.
Something felt wrong that morning. But in your little infatuation, you weren't really paying attention.
"Hey, good to see you Dr. Y/L/N- Or should I say nurse Y/L/N?" Seokjin asked as you entered the room early in the morning with his food and a bag of extra snacks sent by his interns. Apparently, Dr. Jung started to confiscate the goodies for Dr. Jin and lectured the interns about the hospital's policies and how wrong was it to benefit one single patient - what Seokjin currently was until he got the clearance. After that, you were practically forced to take the snacks outside the hospital and make huge detours to get to Seokjin's room and avoid getting caught by the sometimes scary Cardiosurgeon. It was exhausting.
"Yes, very funny Dr. Jin, I'm even getting wrinkles," you quipped back at him, making Seokjin chuckle at your wit as you put the bags hidden beside his bed, not missing the quirk of his eyebrow as you stole a candy bar from the stash. "What, you're not even going to eat all of those," you pointed out, ripping the packaging and giving the treat a bite. The man only rolled his eyes at you, making some space by his legs for you to sit, getting back to his work and you focusing on the phone, getting ready for rounds. It had become like that, a sort of friendship that seemed sometimes feeble, something that would probably vanish once he was discharged - and that was nearing, depending on the results that Dr. Yoongi would bring a little later. You hoped to stop pinning after him when both got back to the respective routines and you didn't get to see so much of him.
Mind wandering off, you didn't notice as Seokjin leaned towards you, cold fingers softly touching your cheek. "Hey, that way you're really getting wrinkles," he muttered, and you immediately snapped out of your thoughts to look up at him, gaze perhaps focusing a second too long on his lips, the soft smile Dr. Jin was wearing making your face feel warm, and you had to clear your throat audibly to manage speaking.
"What?"
Lips parting, his little scoff made your eyes flick back to the plump cushions of his mouth, wondering if it was just your imagination that he was somehow closer. "That frown right there," he started explaining, the tip of his fingers only hovering the area between your brows. "What's worrying you, Y/N?"
"Nothing," you squeaked, unable to manage anything coherent, so thunderstruck from his actions. Your head fell down, unable to look him in the eye longer, but Seokjin wasn't having it, same hand going for your chin, digits pressing up with delicacy while coaxing you to lock eyes with him again.
"You can talk to me, you know... We're- ugh," He tried to say, eyes so worried closing tightly as he groaned in pain, torso dropping back to the bed as he reached for his side, and you tried to understand what was going on.
"Dr. Seokjin? What's going on?" you asked, hopping off and circling the bed quickly, hands going to the place he was pressing. "Does it hurt here? Do you know what's happening to you?" Panic started to settle in as you tried to think what could be causing him so much pain, till his eyes opened wide, palm enclosing your wrist with bruising strength.
"Can't bre- Breathe," Seokjin heaved, then tried to gasp for air with no avail. Frowning, you quickly grabbed your stethoscope and pressed it to the side he was still trying to hold, hearing - for your utter desperation - little breathing sounds. That, paired with the healing rib could only mean one thing: Dr. Seokjin's lung was punctured.
"But how could that happen, there wasn't anything on his images, did we miss something?" You asked the two doctors standing outside his room after the whole situation was handled and fortunately, Dr. Kim was safe and sleeping soundly, under heavy sedation after the procedure to close up his collapsed lung.
"No, that might have happened after the exam, he wouldn't stop moving around and yelling at people, so most likely..." Dr. Yoongi muttered, almost to himself, as Dr. Park hummed beside him.
"Could have been a weird twist though, a move that misplaced the rib again, it was broken in two places anyways," the Ortho attending chanced, the emergency x-ray of Dr. Jin's lungs in his hand. There one could clearly see the hurt lung, small compared to the healthy one. Those things were pretty rare to happen and it wasn't easy to determinate the moment of puncture when it came to broken ribs - healing ones to top -, but you were pretty sure it had been that moment when he had tried to lean even closer to your face, as if - and you tried to shake off the thought so many times already - he was about to kiss you. Though he was probably about to say that I could trust him to talk since we're friends...
"But he's going to be alright now yeah?" You asked, your worried tone making both doctors stop their mumbling to look at you, Dr. Park's lips quirking up in a smile.
"Oh don't worry about that, now that we got him quiet and fixed him up, Dr. Kim will get better in a jiffy," he reassured you, hand going to pat at your shoulder softly. You tried to muster a smile, nodding lightly. You didn't want to think about how desperate you were at that time, because it only made you more aware of how much you cared for him. Being concerned for a patient was normal, but the fear you felt as Seokjin was tubed and wheeled for the ER was from someone that was hoping their loved one was okay.
"Though that means you're still on nurse duty, if I'm not mistaken," Dr. Yoongi blurted, and you looked up at him, finding him slightly squinting at you, eyes knowing. You glanced away, as Jimin chastised his colleague for being mean to an intern. You didn't really mind to tend for him for a little longer, in fact, even your chest felt relieved to know you'd spend more time with him. And if you weren't mistaken, the burning knowing gaze in the back of your head was still from Dr. Min, which was really psychic, after all.
When Dr. Jin woke up, you were there to press a hand on his chest protectively to keep him from sitting up. And upon seeing your face he relaxed, his own hand going to cover yours, not to take it off but to squeeze it softly.
"Hey you there, what did I say about frowning?" he muttered, still a little sleepy from the medicines. You rolled your eyes and chuckled, sliding the hand off his chest to grab the end of your stethoscope and press it to the side of his torso.
"You also don't listen to given precautions either, Jin." muttering while taking notes about his stats, you missed how he smiled at the way you referred to him. "You were told to not bend or twist your torso till the ribs were secure yet you..." A sigh passed your lips before you looked up. "Please this time try to stay still Dr. Seokjin,"
"But I like when you scold me. Besides-" there was a knock at the door and then Dr. Min entered, followed by a couple interns to study and explain his case. You immediately leaned away from Jin, trying to be discreet as you got up and handed him his charts with all the new info and stats. Still, his eyes locked to yours for a single second and you could see the tiniest of smiles on his face as your cheeks started to feel warm, the feeling of getting caught making your heart pound.
"What were the symptoms the patient experienced after you diagnosed the punctured lung Dr. Y/L/N?" You almost gasped surprised at his inquiry, eyes wide and suddenly thrown off. "Just because you've been nursing Dr. Seokjin doesn't mean you're not an intern still, so you should be ready. Now, what were his symptoms?"
"Sharp pain at the right side of the torso, quickly followed by shortness of breath and increased heart rate. The patient also started to show blue discoloration of his lips and finally loss of consciousness." You quickly gathered yourself together to answer him, earning a satisfied hum at the answer.
"And can someone tell me the next step for that?"
"Immediate decompression of the lung with a large-bore needle into the second intercostal space in the midclavicular line, followed by a tube thoracostomy." You blurted out before someone could even breathe, head going a mile a minute as the events of that day went through your mind. Dr. Min did take long to get to the room, and after Jin passed out you had to call a nurse for help and insert the tube yourself without ever doing that. How you had the cold blood to do so it was beyond you.
"Very good, Dr. Y/L/N. It seems like you've been doing your homework." He sighed, and you heard Seokjin groan a little annoyed behind you. Dr. Min grinned while quickly glancing at him, closing the chart. "Any questions Dr. Seokjin?"
"Yeah, who was the one to close me up? I need to have words with that butcher," he quipped, making the interns still behind Dr. Yoongi chuckled lightly.
"Well then who can tell me the one responsible for the patient's lung repair?"
"Dr. Jeon was responsible for closing up Dr. Seokjin's at first clean incision, but upon exam, it was necessary to widen the gap and close another small breach in the lung, then Dr. Jim- Dr. Park made the rib repair with plates, to ensure proper healing." You barely registered the little slip from that intern after hearing the complication of the surgery. You thanked whatever force in the universe that Dr. Jeon was the best General surgeon one could ask for, as well as Dr. Park.
"There's your answer, Dr. Seokjin. Now, Dr. Y/L/N will go over the precautions again, but soon you should be back in your feet. If you'll excuse me," Dr. Min finished and left, before Jin could say anything else, while the others scrambled to follow the Trauma surgeon while blurting small good wishes and farewells for the injured surgeon. Dr. Jin sighed.
"I'll have to teach him how to suture all over again? I can't believe he's leaving that huge scar on my side- ow," he whined, but this time you chuckled because it was just because he tried to twitch, but the painkillers were wearing off and the surgery was still tender.
"Be still or you'll open your stitches, Dr. Seokjin," you warned, once more pressing a palm to his shoulder. "Now, you were saying?" trying to distract him, from moving you got back into the previous subject you were discussing, causing his expression to soften instantly - whether from the hand still over his clothed shoulder or sudden confusion, you didn't know. It just reached the wanted result.
"Huh? Was I saying something?" Seokjin inquired, head cutely tilting a little, even if it was a little weird to say that of a grown man.
"When are you not?" You quipped and the both of you chuckled, a pained hum a chuckle from both parties. "Before Dr. Min arrived you were about to say something about why you can't follow medical instructions I gather," you got up, reaching to lift his bed a little and fluff his pillow. "And as your personal nurse, I have to know about your complaints so I can make my patent more comfortable."
"Well if you have to know, my major issue with staying still is because..." And you had to frown over the sight of his ears turning bright red, blush spreading down to his neck and what you could see from his chest. That made you incredibly intrigued.
"Because?" You pressed, curiosity eating at you with his hesitancy. Seokjin snickered, head turning to look back at you with a serious expression.
"If I can't move then I can't try to kiss you," and against all warnings he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours in the most chaste of kisses.
It was the night that preceded the day of Dr. Kim Seokjin's discharge, and you felt both parts sad and relieved.
"I can't believe I'm finally leaving this bed tomorrow," he groaned, eyes closing as he threw his head back. Seokjin was allowed to sit up again by Dr. Park and had taken up his charts and researches again with the blessing of the now responsible surgeon for his case Dr. Jung since Dr. Jeon almost got his ear talked off when he tried to check on Seokjin and the state of his stitches.
"Well sorry if it was such a bad experience to you Dr. Kim," you quipped jokingly, eyes glancing up from your books as you read about a case he had let you borrow after your little trick with an intern friend had been discovered and thoroughly shut off.
"Ah you know I didn't mean it that way dear," he sighed and you gave him a tight smile back, trying to not let the term of endearment get to you. "Thought you should know you've been an amazing caretaker. Have you thought of pursuing the medical career?" he joked, and you had to chuckle because he could sometimes make awful jokes, but overall Dr. Kim Seokjin was pretty funny - god forbid him knowing you thought like that.
Theoretically, you were acting as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't stolen a kiss and had to be put under a dose of painkillers after, but the little things - the nicknames, the longing stares, and apparently innocent innuendos - made it hard to forget that didn't happen.
"I know, I was just joking. But I have to say that I'm glad I'm off nurse duty. No matter how much free food I got while serving my time." Eyes getting back to the papers, you were to resume your notes, really intrigued with the carcinoma case he was working on. You never thought he could take care of those things, imagining that every type of cancer went straight to Oncology.
Seokjin gasped, faking offense, and that snapped you out of your concentration. "Serving your time! Look at that, you've gotten witty huh?" He quipped, and you realized that he still wanted to talk to you, probably with the same thought that both should make the most of that last night... Together, in a sense.
"It's the company," you shot back, chuckling lightly as you got up, legs feeling a little numb after sitting for so long. "Now, I am stuck at how to make this procedure, could you give me a clue?" You asked, pointing out the papers in your lap.
"You treat me so badly and still need my help tsk," he shook his head, patting the spade beside him on the bed. "C'mere so I can read what you've written so far."
You watched as he read your essay for a long while, lost once more in his smooth features. He mumbled while reading, in his concentrated state, and you couldn't help but let your gaze wander to his lips, watching as the tip of his tongue wet the lower as he thought. The feeling of those on yours made you shudder lightly, skin tingling to touch and be touched. How professional of you.
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips after a while, as you realized his ears were getting red again from your staring. But what you had failed to notice was how he had you exactly where he wanted you.
"You know what Dr. Y/L/N," he sighed, turning to look at your face, being close enough you could feel his breathing fanning on your face. "I think we should leave this for another day."
You swallowed dryly, suddenly really nervous of his proximity, eyes darting from his eyes to his mouth, then quickly back up. "W-why, Dr. Jin?"
And he parted his lips, hissing softly as his gaze was trained on your mouth. "Because it's my last night here alone with you and I can't stop thinking of kissing you."
"Then why don't you?" You tainted, after gathering some courage to speak, even if it was just a mere whisper. But it was encouragement enough for Seokjin, that this time was able to move more freely and securely with the titanium plaques now holding his previously broken ribs.
The touch of his lips on yours was intoxicating. Soft, but enough to leave your lips tingling with yearning, make you forget your surroundings. They were cold but you still couldn't help to feel pulled further towards them, melting on his touch as if under drug effect. You parted your lips, a silent invitation to deepen the exchange, but he only captured your lower one, before pulling away slightly, a whisper of your name brings you back to reality.
"They're going to see us," Seokjin pointed out and only then you truly realized the place where you were, leaning away with wide eyes and a warm face, trying to come up with an apology to your inappropriate behavior, but getting a squeeze in your forearm and a soft smile to stop your words. "Can you do me a favor, Dr. Y/L/N?"
You could only hesitantly nod at his question, eyes meeting mischievous ones - an unrecognizable glint in Seokjin's eyes that were making your heart race - while waiting for what he was to say next. "Close the door and the blinds, I don't want to be bothered anymore."
The instruction caught you a little off-guard but again you could only nod, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door, knees a little weak from what happened seconds ago. Your heart was fluttering, fingers shaking while you pulled the cord that closed the blinds, eyes darting around to see if anyone was around, but due the hour the floor was practically empty, wasn't for the napping nurse on the reception table, back towards the window you were standing behind.
"D-do you need anything more, Dr. Seokjin?" you cleared your throat, turning towards him right after locking the door as silently as you could. For some reason, as you locked eyes again, his stare was so much more intense it made your pulse stutter. He bit his lower lip, eyes traveling down your figure and making you so aware of his desire, breathing as if the air had suddenly become thick.
"Can you please turn the TV on? I think there's a football game playing... I'd like to watch that." Eyes glimmering with naught, Seokjin pointed out to the device placed at the top of the opposite wall. You refrained from frowning at his instruction, asking yourself why would he ask for such a thing, when you knew he liked to sleep without any exterior noise - which was funny, him being someone so loud.
Unless Jin didn't intend to sleep at that moment... The thought made you breathe in sharply, surprised at your own delay to figure it out. Swallowing dryly you pressed the button of the remote to turn the TV on, your whole body buzzing. He had barely kissed you and you were already in such a state... Even your underwear felt a little damp already.
"Now, I hate to be this demanding to you nurse Y/N, but..." This time his tone was so much deeper, almost whispered and made you twirl on your feet quickly, a tad startled by him. The television was on like he asked, volume almost enough to drown your squeaked 'yes?' but not enough to bother anyone. Jin chuckled at your reaction. "I swear it's the last thing I ask, dear... Could you come here and fluff my pillow?"
With a small nod, you walked towards him again, having Seokjin straightened up to help you with the task. But ever the clever man, he didn't even wait for you to lean properly over him to capture your lips once again, strong hands tangling with your hair as you tried to leverage yourself, the startle making your knees weak. "Mhm- C'mere," taking a hold of your waist, he tugged your body to the side towards him making you yelp and you would have tumbled over his torso, hadn't you straddled Seokjin instead.
Now seated properly, your hands went immediately to his hair, sinking in the silky black tresses with delicacy and causing a shudder to ripple through his body as your nails scraped his scalp. Groaning, his own palms slid down confidently, reaching your butt and taking purchase of it with a firm squeeze. You gasped and Seokjin used the momentum to slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss smoothly.
Even if we're in a hospital it's tempting to take this further, you thought, leaning into his touch with a sigh.
Then the realization hit you. You were actually in a hospital room, part of your work environment, basically your whole life. Where you actually trying to risk it once again?
"Dr. Kim-" Quickly leaning back from him with hitched breath, you almost got distracted by his already disheveled state with flushed cheeks, lips swollen and pink, so inviting you almost forgot what you had to say. "Dr. Kim, I don't think we should get this carried away, someone could hear us a-and-" You tried to reason while clearing your senses, you sat back on his thighs properly, noticing exactly how carried away Seokjin was intending to get. His eyes widened at your words as if he also realized where you were exactly, hands sliding back down to the bed. You observed his face carefully, hoping he wouldn't get angry at you.
Clearing his throat, Dr. Jin looked away quickly. "You're right," he started in a low tone, pressing his eyes shut for a moment. "It's risky for both of us, even more for you... I'm so sorry I think I was out of my mind for a little bit." Biting down on his lower lip guiltily Seokjin breathed out heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You took this moment to hop off his legs, not without giving a quick peek to the bulge hiding underneath the covers. Frustration washed over you immediately for doing that to yourself - for doing that for the both of you. But maybe when he gets better...
"I'm really sorry about this," you muttered, twirling on your feet and walking towards the door with wobbly knees and wondering how the hell would you be able to face him in the next - what time was it, 2 am already - hours. How would you be able to pretend that nothing happened from then on? It was impossible to keep that thing going - at least it was very much frowned upon - but you knew yourself too well to know you wouldn't be able to maintain a professional demeanor towards him. You were in too deep.
You chanced a peek over your shoulder, hand in the doorknob about to get out. Seokjin had his eyes closed, breathing still a little labored and probably trying to get his boner to go down on his own. Why were you chickening out at that moment? You wanted the man so much it was barely bearable, he wanted you too - that was very clear - so why were you, the one that had yelled to that man and shut him up a month earlier afraid then?
"Fuck me," you muttered to yourself, flicking the lights off and turning back around, almost ripping your coat off your body and throwing it to the chair nearby. The hasty movements picked Seokjin's attention and made him look back at you, confused about what you were doing for a second before a smile spread over his lips as you climbed the bed again, taking position on his lap again. Feeling bold, you also pulled off the uniform shirt, bra the only thing covering your chest at that point.
"You're going to kill me," he breathed out, fingers creeping up your waist as his eyes took in the sight in front of him. You shuddered, a humored hum leaving your lips as you leaned back to press your lips to his.
"Not the point here, doc. Quite the opposite actually." You couldn't help the quip, gasping as Seokjin caressed up your waist. He rolled his eyes at you, free hand grasping the back of your neck and getting back at kissing you.
Soon the exchange got heated up again, tongue invading your mouth and exploring digits mapping their way through the expanse of uncovered skin, only hesitating with a silent request for permission as they hovered the clasp of your bra. Already past patience at that point, you just shoved his polite hands away before opening it yourself, hurriedly throwing the garment to the floor, then meeting his awed expression. "So pretty," Seokjin marveled, hands cupping your breasts with care. "I'm good, but could never make them look as beautiful as yours."
The sudden admission made you scoff, and you were about to make a witty comment but was interrupted by his fingers tweaking at your nipples and turning any attempt of speaking into a soft gasp. He hummed. "So sensitive and soft... I want to taste you."
"Dr.- Jin!" your breath hitched as his mouth replaced one of his hands, full lips clasping over the hardened nub, the tip of the tongue teasing the sensitive skin. You held his head in place amazed at how his touch made you feel desire so intensely, hips grinding down on his, hoping that the hard-on against your clothed core meant the same. Immediately detaching his lips from your breast he breathed out hard, the friction being a sign that you affected him a whole deal. Meeting his gaze this time felt like you were electrocuted, his dark stare making you swallow dryly as you saw his intentions plastered to his face, eyes burning at yours.
"Last time you can back out, Dr. Y/L/N," he whispered, straightening up on the bed, leaning till his face was back at millimeters of yours. "From here I'll take responsibility, but I need to know if you're in with me." You took a second to breathe before nodding, the feeling of his fingertips playing with the band of your scrubs almost distracting. It was nice to know that he'd respond for this of anything happened but it wasn't like you cared anymore. Yes, it was that bad.
At your confirmation Jin captured your lips again, leaning up as he pushed the pants of your scrubs off, chilly air of the room hitting the skin of your butt and making you shudder as his palms caressed their way down. Leveraging yourself on his shoulders with one hand you helped him to get rid of the rest of your garments slowly and as silently as you could while he kissed your neck, the other hand undoing the ties of his gown and exposing the scorching, almost flushed skin of his chest. Like every peek you've had so far, you noticed he wasn't buff, but didn't lack strength and firmness. His body, as expected, was as great as his face.
Leaving your ogling for later, you positioned yourself as flush as you could on his lap, grinding deliciously over his now uncovered big hard cock and drawing a hiss from Seokjin, a little bite on your shoulder in retaliation, hands still holding your ass appreciatively.
"I would flip us over and fuck you senseless right about now but I guess it would go against medical orders, huh?" His tone was husky and dripping lust as he spoke against your ear not a twinge of humor to his voice, and that made you breathe out at the tease, hips rolling over Jin's once more just as if you were quipping back at him.
"Oh god, Jin," this time though he responded with a buck of his own, sliding over your pussy with ease due to how wet you've become. That was when you realized that maybe you would have to maul your lip to avoid moaning his name out loud if that simple gesture almost made you lose your composure. But as he said, it would be bad for his stitches if he was to top, so you would have to do the job this time.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me, "And you would have to do it fast because the more Seokjin spoke, the more you were turning desperate to have him inside.
With a firm, but delicate grip you lined him to your entrance, biting on your lip as you lowered yourself on him and leaning your head on his shoulder with the smallest of whimpers as the pleasure of the stretch took over your body like electricity. SeokJin tensed underneath your body, muttering small curses as he mouthed at your neck, arms now snaking around your body and holding you as close as humanly possible. You reached his base breathless, feeling the tip of his dick kissing your cervix.
You chanced to move, rocking your hips slowly at first, clenching as Jin met your grind and you started a soft and quiet pace. But it was soon escalating, as you felt him getting snuggled in a certain spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, head thrown back as your hips jolted and slammed back down, bed creaking drowned by the TV, or at least you hoped. "Seokj-Jin right there," you tried whispering, looking down at him and meeting his expression - a mix of awe and lust - as the little light coming from the window provided by the moon indirectly illuminated his face. You saw him nod, licking his lips before gripping back at your sides before leaning back down and pulling you with him till you had to use your hands to avoid falling on him.
Like that you could now bounce on his lap slowly, controlling the pace so you would enjoy the ride a little longer, as much as you were clenching around him with the need for proper drilling. Seokjin seemed to enjoy the little torture, face contorting in pleasure and eyes fluttering shut.
"Jin," you whispered, making him open his eyes with a heave before you leaned down a little to peck his lips. "You feel so good inside of me fuc-" You meant to tease him, having it backfiring spectacularly as he grunted, pumping up into you deeply and shushing you with a kiss.
"Just because I'm not cleared - shit how you're so tight? - doesn't mean you can t-tease me like that, Dr. Y/N." He snickered, keeping with the pace of his hips as you met every snap, face buried on the crook of his neck and not regretting your actions at all.
After a wince or two from his side, you decided to take over, straightening your torso back up again and resuming rocking your hips at a much stronger and faster pace, ready to take you both to the ends you two most desperately desired.
Breathing got ragged rather quickly, and it was so hard to contain the curses and little grunts and moans coming from both of you. Jin's hands went from your hips to your chest again, entranced with how your breasts moved and engrossed on tweaking your nipples, your body breaking a sweat in an attempt to hold off the moan from the added stimulation.
"I'm going to cum soon Jin, I'm- It feels so good-" Your whispers were even more choked up and desperate, and with your blurred vision you could barely see him nodding and gripping one of your sides even tighter.
"Good dear, I'm right behind you, wanna see you cum around my cock so bad," he urged you, licking his thumb and going for your clit with his free hand, rubbing tight circles that almost made you scream, nails digging on his chest.
"C-cum... Inside me, Dr. J-jin, please cum inside!" At your muttered plea his pace practically faltered to a stop, cock throbbing hard inside of you as he looked up at your face.
"Are you sure about that Y/N? Do you want me to fill you up, love?" Tone so soft, barely understandable but filled with desire. You could only nod, in the brink of tipping off the edge and almost unable to keep quiet. Breathing out a curse he nodded back, eyes fixated on yours. "Then cum for me and I will too, hm?" And at that Seokjin resumed playing with your clit, effectively bringing you to climax, eyes rolling up and both of your hands pressed to your mouth, avoiding to voice the incredible orgasm you were experiencing. Stimulated by your walls squeezing tight around him, Jin also came hard, with a string of curses on his lips, trying to keep his eyes open and relish on your fucked out expression while you rode out the climax.
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The light of early morning was starting to breach the windows as you laid down beside Seokjin, using the last of your energy to get dressed and put his gown back, deciding to clean up a little later, once you were cleared to go home. None of you dared to sleep though, staring at each other in silence till you needed to get up.
"Ah, this won't do," Seokjin started suddenly, sighing heavily. The whispering made you frown, wondering what he meant.
"What? What won't do?" Your voice was a little rough even if you had barely used it through the night, and you cleared your throat to try and speak properly. "Us?" You added hesitantly.
Not meeting your eyes Seokjin nodded, and your heart sank instantly, eyes prickling.
"You see the thing is," he started, and you wanted to move, but your whole body felt incredibly numb, his arms doing nothing to the sudden cold you were feeling. "I can't put you on my team if you're my girlfriend, but you have so much potential in the area- Why are you crying? I'll talk to Namjoon about it, please don't be upset love," As his eyes turned back to look at you Jin noticed - and you noticed - your teary state, as you rolled your eyes and sniffed.
"Don't scare me like that, you prick!" You scoffed, wiping your tears and meeting his utterly confused gaze. He really wasn't even trying to joke, you understood. You sighed. "And that's a weird way to ask me to be your girlfriend if I have any saying on this," you chuckled, watching his eyes widen as he realized he had really said something about that.
"That means it's a no?" Seokjin asked, looking the most insecure you've ever seen him. Somehow, it was cute.
"No take backs, you've already said it, now you're stuck with me." You bopped his nose with a serious expression, watching a smile take over his lips, as he hugged you tighter.
"I can't believe I have a nurse, a girlfriend and the best intern this whole internship program has ever seen in my bed." At that you chuckled, snuggling to his chest with a satisfied sigh.
"Well enjoy it while it lasts, because I have to get up in like ten minutes to get your discharge papers." You said, hearing him groan while pressing his face to the top of your head.
100 ways: 077 + doctor!seokjin
request: no): nobody has requested anything for jin, tae or hobi)):
disclaimers: blanket disclaimer
cr. | 077. “call me if you need anything.”
“Jin, I have the flu, not tuberculosis,” you whine to no avail, as Jin simply shakes his head and shoves two pills in your hand anyway.
“Your fever is finally breaking, but it’s still a little too high for my liking,” he frowns, “Take the ibuprofen and I’ll make you some more soup.”
“You can call it Advil, you don’t have to go all Dr. Kim on me,” you joke.
“You knew what it meant, so what’s the difference?” he chirps back, “Now come on, take them. You still have to take the amoxycillin later, too.”
“Again with the big words.”
Jin sighs, looking at you fondly while taking a seat on the bed, “The pink stuff for your strep throat, love.”
Most would think that having a doctor as a boyfriend would be convenient in times like this, but Jin turned on complete Dr. Kim mode whenever you hinted at a minor immune system invasion.
“I was just messing with you,” you say, attempting to hold back a yawn, but of course, few things get past Seokjin.
He chuckles softly, thinking that the way your nose crinkles and your eyebrows crease when you finally let the yawn out is beyond cute. He affectionately brushes a hand through your hair and kisses your forehead.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up before dinner to take the rest of your medicine.”
You nod, already beginning to snuggle further into the blankets.
Jin turns off the light before saying, “Call me if you need anything, okay?”
He’s met with soft snores as a response. He smiles, closing the door slightly and making his way downstairs to start dinner.
