Coffee Caused Emergency (B. Park)
Brendon does not know what he has done in a past life to deserve you as his wife. You were so caring, so trusting, so warm. You were the Ying to his yang.
Unfortunately for him you were also an adrenaline junkie who loved to torture his peace. You spent your free time sky diving with your friends- he'd put a hard stop to base jumping when you had wanted to try. You'd also continued dirt bike racing from your childhood, bungee jumped on four continents, you've tried most sports available and that was horrible for poor Brendon who of course watched from the sidelines, hand grabbing at the golden cross around his neck as his eyes strained on you.
There had been fights. Nights where he had taken the sofa while you laid alone in bed, both too hard-headed to give up on your positions. But of course after a few hours of silence you'd inevitably pad to the living room, pulling him back to sleep in your shared bedroom.
You could get hurt, even worse, you could die.
What if one day your parachutes didn't open? What if one day the bungee cable snapped? What if one day there would be an accident during one of your dirt bike races?
So many possibilities swarmed Brendon's head constantly which is why he felt as though someone had sat on his chest and constricted his airways when he was called as your emergency contact down to the Pitt. He could barely move, limbs heavy, breath caught, pulse beating hot.
Was it today that the inevitable had happened? From your shared calendar you didn't have any activities planned today except for work, but what if you had taken the afternoon off? It was a nice clear blue day today, your favorite for some skydiving.
And there you were and Brendon felt like he could breathe a little easier. You were in one piece, seemed to be able to talk and ask questions, you were flushed, not pale, and you looked at him sheepishly, a sign that you were well enough to know how worried he usually gets.
"Sweet girl, what happened to you?" He couldn't help his hands from caressing your sides, checking your pupils, making sure that everything was intact. Whitaker who had taken care of you tried to interject and get some words in but Brendon didn't even turn to him, focused on making his own assessment of your health.
And that's when he saw your ankle, or rather, that's when he saw your monster of an ankle that had tripled in size since he last time he saw it this morning.
"That's the culprit..." You muttered embarrassed. "I-I sprained my ankle while getting coffee."
Whitaker thought he had died this morning and was transported into another dimension.
Firstly because he didn't even know that the scary Park the Shark was married, especially not to someone like you who had said 'hello', 'thanks', and who had not insulted him directly or indirectly once.
Secondly because between the call and Brendon's arrival into the ER, it had only been a few minutes, ten max. Clearly the giant man was able to hurry up yet whenever he was paged for a call, he'd consistently take more than fifteen.
And thirdly because Brendon 'The Shark' Park was now chuckling, deep sounds emitting from his chest, cheeky smile on his face. Whitaker had seen Park laugh once, but it was more of a dangerous laugh, the one that usually came before a resident would inevitably be eaten by the Shark. The laughter today was different, it was light, cheery, even warm, things Whitaker wasn't even aware Brendon could be.
"It's a simple sprain, you'll need to keep-"
"I know what to do, genius." And yet Park's quip lacked the usual aggressiveness and bite it usually held. All because his eyes remained strained on you, his blushing wife. You delved deeper into his cozy arms, breathing in his familiar and safe scent as he had now caged you entirely in his chest.
"The mighty adrenaline junkie Mrs. Park, taken down by a simple coffee run." Brendon mused and you couldn't help but groan in embarrassment. You cannot believe something as simple as slipping on your work's floors was the end of your adrenaline-fuelled season.
"See? I'm safer hurtling myself off planes." You muttered.
Brendon rolled his eyes but gripped the bottom of your jaw, lifting it to meet your lips as he delivered a soft peck.
"I'll reschedule my evening, let me take you home."
