[eleven twenty-nine pm]
Medicalstudent!jaemin and you were assigned to practice on each other to draw blood. the sight of blood has jaemin wanting to pass out but he couldn’t let anyone know, especially you because you were his crush and he was a med student.
“Roll the sleeves of your top please,” you ask politely. Jaemin obeys and roll the sleeves of his black fitted cardigan. You tie a blue elastic around the top of his arm and tighten it, just enough to make the veins in his arms pop out.
“Actually wait,” Jaemin softly halts your hands and continues, “Can I draw your blood first?”
You raise an eyebrow at him but proceed on placing your left arm on top of the wooden desk you two shared.
With shaky hands, Jaemin takes a deep breath before wrapping the elastic on your arm.
As quick as he had tied it around your left arm, he retracted his arm just as quick.
His finger grazes your arm before tapping two fingers on the vein, where he could feel your pulse. Jaemin took the syringe from the aluminum tray and inhales as he injects the needle into your skin.
You winced in pain but still kept your composure until Jaemin’s injection was filled with your blood. He sprays alcohol onto the cotton to clean that spot on your arm in which he used a syringe with and taped another cotton to stop it from bleeding.
“Did it hurt?” he asks.
“Only a little. It’s just like an ant biting you, really,” you say truthfully.
His eyes looked anywhere but your face as you took the syringe and a brand new needle. Tracing the veins in his arm, you couldn’t help but admire how it looked. His left arm was straight out of a painting.
You shake the thoughts out of your head and proceed to draw blood from him.
You scanned his face for any signs of discomfort, only to see that he was indeed bothered.
His eyes were tightly shut and he bit his bottom lip. You chuckled as you drew the blood and he opened one eye to see why you were laughing.“
“So much for our peers saying you were a tough guy,” at your statement he pouts.
You show him the blood you drew with a smile on your face but it was quickly replaced with worry as you see Jaemin pale at the sight of blood.
“Oh God Jaem, are you going to puke? Hold on let me get a bucket,” you propose but he holds your wrist and shakes his head.
“No sorry Y/N. I just,”
“The sight of blood just makes me wanna pass out. Which is not a good thing considering I’m studying to become a nurse,” he says the last part quietly.
Your eyes soften and you pat his arm. “You could’ve told me silly. I could’ve just chatted you away ‘til you were distracted enough to even notice I drew your blood,” you smile.
And he does too. He fixes the syringes and needles you two used and you ask him,
“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow? You know we could practice drawing blood to not get you to faint in front of your patients,” and then he laughs, so loud that it booms around the entire room which earned you two a lot of glares.
“I’d love that Y/N. But dinner first?” you nod and help him fix your station.
note: this is my first time writing a bLurB SKDJSKF also not proofread omo