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Today has been a long, horrible day for Yoongi.
To start off the day, he woke up almost an hour late to work, and if it weren’t for your angelic voice waking him up, who knows how long he would’ve taken to open his eyes.
As soon as he got out of the car, it started raining. Great, he thought, I hate the fucking rain. It reminded him of death. Every time it rained, he always had to perform brain surgery on a patient that got into a car accident, and most of them didn’t make it.
Second (maybe one of the worst in Yoongi’s opinion) the coffee machine broke, and without his morning coffee, his peanut brain can’t function properly, and his morning coffee was one of the only things that could hold back his irritability and anger.
Third, one of Yoongi’s interns messed with his schedule on the big whiteboard, wiping his craniotomy that was scheduled for that day, saying it was because of Dr Kim Seokjin’s orders.
Yoongi saw red, and his eyes twitched when the words stuttered out of the intern’s lips.
The poor intern got screamed at by Yoongi and had to leave for the bathroom because he probably peed his pants. Yoongi saw some of it staining his light blue scrubs. Yoongi couldn’t give two shits, though.
Yoongi is known throughout the hospital as the scariest attending of them all. ‘Devil in scrubs’ they call him.
He doesn’t accept mistakes, nor does he tolerate half-assed shit from his residents or interns—they are all still at the bottom of the food chain for him.
But however strict and mean he can be with those he mentors, he is still the best teacher out of all the doctors in the hospital. All his residents have turned into outstanding surgeons, some still working under him to this day.
“Seokjin, you little shit!” Yoongi shouts through the corridor, and Seokjin only smiles. Yoongi wants to scoff—who the fuck is so bright at seven in the morning?
“Good morning, Yoongi! Isn’t it such a beautiful day to save lives?!” Seokjin giggles and Yoongi seethes, but no reaction comes from Seokjin. He’s used to Yoongi’s early morning grumpiness.
Or just his grumpiness in general.
“Cut the bullshit, you fucking dick!” Yoongi’s teeth grit, and Seokjin blinks, “Who told you that you could mess up with my surgeries, huh?! I had a craniotomy scheduled for today, you ass!” Yoongi’s nose flares heated flames as he glares at Seokjin, “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?!”
Everyone that passes through the hallway takes a peek at the argument that unfolds, and every thought is the same: poor Dr Kim.
Yoongi’s anger is known throughout the whole hospital, often depicted as if ‘hell is breaking loose.’ His anger knows no boundaries, and he is often compared to how Gordon Ramsey is during hell’s kitchen.
In juxtaposition to Yoongi’s known rage, Seokjin is known for his bright personality, his dad jokes and his incredible patience with not only kids but interns, too. Everything Yoongi is clearly not.
Seokjin only smiles at Yoongi, ignoring every rudeness that comes out of his colleague's mouth.
He must be clinically insane—a nurse thinks as she strolls through the corridor.
Yoongi’s eye twitches once again. Two eye twitches in one day—the devil is about to possess Yoongi’s body.
Before Yoongi could let his anger out, Yoongi is interrupted by the same incompetent intern that followed Seokjin’s orders.
“Dr Min!” The intern calls, and Yoongi growls, turning to the intern with a scowl on his face.
“What?!” Yoongi swears he will—
Then, the worst part of his day came. The words that drop Yoongi’s heart to his stomach and made his lungs disappear.
“Your wife is in the ER.”
Yoongi immediately goes pale.
“What?” He whispers, lips parted, eyes so blank it seemed as if he’d seen what the afterlife was like.
“Your wife—“
Yoongi spares no time, and immediately starts dashing through the halls of the hospital, not caring for the shouts of complaints.
Yoongi can only hear his heartbeat in his ears, and the ringing in his ear as he runs through the endless hallways, the ER seemingly non-existent through the maze that is the hospital.
Yoongi’s mind is blank as he races through the hospital, and as he sees the sign for the ER, he doesn’t think before entering.
“____?!” Yoongi shouts as the room spins and the walls shrink, his lungs feeling the pressure as his whole world starts to crumble.
He can’t find you—he can’t fucking find you. And that can only mean you’re in the OR.
Fuck—Yoongi feels his heartbeat racing a thousand miles per hour, his eyes filling with tears as he feels lost in the hospital he knows in the palm of his hand.
“H-Hey!” He calls to a speed-walking nurse, “H-have you—where’s Min ___?!”
The nurse tells him the room she’s in, and Yoongi can’t possibly breathe as the worst scenarios pass through his mind as he dashes to the room number.
He pictures you dead, in a coma, or—
Eating pudding?
Yoongi stops breathing when he sees you, sitting on the hospital bed with a metal spoon in your mouth, and you immediately smile when you see your husband.
“Hi, bab—oh!” You let out a yelp when your husband’s arms immediately engulf you into the tightest hug, and you stiffen when you hear light sobs on your shoulder.
“Yoongi?” You call for your husband, Yoongi hugs you tighter, letting all the overwhelming emotions out into the hug, and you swear strings of your heart were pulled out as you feel your shoulder getting slightly wet.
“Oh, Yoongi.” You say with a frown while hugging your husband back just as tight, enjoying the warm feeling of being back in your safe haven—your husband’s arms.
“I-I thought I….fuck.” Yoongi squeezes you tighter, his cheeks red from embarrassment and the relief of the burn of his heart when he thought his world was crashing down.
You stay in silence, no words leaving your mouth questioning what led him to the tears, you only sit there, hugging each other, fueling each other with the energy needed.
Yoongi isn’t used to being vulnerable, especially in such a public place. He likes to imagine people have of him as cold, incapable of human emotion, the complete opposite when he is with you. It gives him control, somehow.
But when it comes to you, it gives Yoongi the ability to do the impossible.
Before him, before work, comes you.
Anything, everything, for you.
“Yoon.” You whisper, caressing his black hair, and your husband hums with a light sniff of his nose. “What happened?”
“I thought I lost you,” Yoongi whispers, pressing a light kiss to your neck, the faintest goosebumps coursing through your skin.
You frown—for someone like Yoongi to be emotional, he must have gone through the highest of stakes, and your heart can’t help but bleed at the thought of your husband’s pain.
You can’t imagine the thought of losing Yoongi, of bearing in mind a day when you lose a part of your soul, the one that is a part of your husband’s, too.
“I’m here, Yoon.” You press a kiss to his forehead, letting him know he can let his emotions out, that he’s safe and always will be safe with you.
“I love you.” Yoongi presses a light kiss to your lips, tender, almost invisible.
You smile—you know it’s hard for him to display affection in public, he likes to keep his love for you in other ways without touching, but even if you can be much clingier than him, you’re okay with anything he gives you—because you know he loves you. You and he are two souls written in the universe, destined to meet, to love each other.
Yoongi’s smile is shy, maybe even non-existent to people that don’t know him, but you can feel the universe, the purity of love when he looks at you. Caring for you.
“God, baby, what happened?” Yoongi finally asks as he scans the bruises on your forehead, and you only giggle while your husband goes full doctor mode.
“Um, well, I had a little accident with the car…..” You bite your lip, your stomach turning as you drop the news to Yoongi, whose eyes pop out at your words. “A guy was speeding and hit my car.” You gulp, waiting for an explosion.
Yoongi only sighs, his teeth gritted slightly as he paints the image on his head. Rage consumes his body as he thinks of the fucking idiot who almost cost you your life because of being stupid whilst driving.
“It wasn’t anything serious.” You try to ease Yoongi’s rising anger, “I’m okay.” You smile, and your husband sighs, going back to examining your bruises, searching for any trauma or any indicator that you aren’t as fine as you tell him.
You were always a bit stubborn when it came to your own health.
You can’t help but giggle at your husband’s concentrated face as he searches your skin and body, entering full doctor mode. You feel warm—god, he can be so sexy when he’s concentrated.
However, all you want is a good cuddle after such a tiring day, and you know by Yoongi’s face, he needs rest, too.
He has been working non-stop for the past few months, not leaving much time for your private time together, where you can just feel each other’s skin while in the comfort of your bed.
You’re feeling deprived of his touch. And now is the perfect time for a request that’s been burning your throat for months.
“Yoongi, I’m fine, see?” You wiggle the toes he was inspecting, and he groans in return, turning to face you. “Can we just—can we cuddle? Please? I….I really need it.”
You expect a whine from Yoongi—he would never accept such intimacy in a public place, even less where he works. But to your surprise, Yoongi nods—he needs it, too.
You scoot to the side, giving the space Yoongi needs to lay beside you, and when your head meets his chest, a sigh leaves both your mouths. Your husband’s arm wraps around you, pulling you closer.
Your hearts beat at a relaxing pace, at the same time, hearing each other’s beats and flowing at the same time, knowing they beat for each other.
“I missed you.” You whisper, eyes closing, and Yoongi swears his heart bleeds at your words. Yoongi has been giving little to no attention to you for these past months, and fuck, did he miss you, too. Every time he had to leave for work, he found himself yearning for your kisses to last more than a second, for your skin to heal his internal wounds, and for your heart to mend the exhaustion that crept through his body for so long.
You were the only thing that kept his days from blurring into weeks, from becoming a mixture of grey and blue instead of the colours every human yearns for. And he neglected it.
“I’m sorry….” Yoongi whispers with his eyes on the ground, and you frown at the low pitch of his voice; the one you know happens when he is in a sad mood, or disappointed.
“Hey….” You call for him, and his head turns to your beautiful face. “It’s okay, you have a demanding job, I understand.” You place a peck on his lips, “I love you.”
Yoongi’s heart immediately heals at your words, finding comfort in the way your soft eyes look at him with all the love in the world. As if he had all the stars in the world to give you.
You were always understanding, sunshine to his winter blues, and Yoongi never fails to wonder what he did to deserve someone like you. What the moon ever deserved to find the brightest star of them all?
“I love you.” Yoongi leans in, pressing his lips on yours, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, the way he so missed when he spent so much time only seeing you at night before sleep consumed his mind.
“Want some pudding? It’s actually really good.” Yoongi nods, not thinking of the world outside, or how people will see the softer side of who everyone sees as the devil.
You grab your pudding and place the spoon in his mouth, and he hums with a small smile on his face as he hears your beautiful giggles. The harmonies to his ears.
“Doctor Min—”
Yoongi groans, staring daggers at the intern who interrupted his moment with his wife. “What do you want?”
The intern gulps, squirming under the intense fire that is Min Yoongi’s gaze. “Um, we need you to check a patient that just came in.”
Yoongi groans, “Can’t you see I’m with my wife, you fucking—”
“Yoon, it’s okay.” You intertwine your hand with your husband’s, and Yoongi looks at you with rare doe eyes, asking you if it’s really okay for him to go. “I’ll be here when you come back. You can go.”
Yoongi sighs and places a long peck on your lips. “I’ll be back. I love you.”
“Love you, too. I’ll make us some kimchi tonight.”
Yoongi presses a kiss on your head. “Nuh uh, baby. No way. I’ll cook for us tonight; you need to rest your pretty little ass.”
You laugh, nodding. You will never turn down his cooking.
“Bye.” Yoongi presses more kisses to your lips, and you laugh, a tint of red covering your cheeks.
“Yoon, your intern’s watching.” You giggle shyly as he continues to kiss you like a madman as if your kisses are his only source of energy.
“I don’t give a shit,” Yoongi whispers, and with one last long kiss, Yoongi pulls away.
“Love you.” You smile, “Go save lives now, my sexy doctor.”
Yoongi laughs, showing you his gummy smile, one no one ever really got to see. “I love you, too.”
With one last peck to your temple, Yoongi’s eyes shift to the interim. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna show me the way?”
The intern’s eyes immediately go wide and exit the room. You laugh when you’re alone in the room—Yoongi always was a bit too strict with his interns.
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Hours pass, and it’s finally time to go home.
The intern leaves with his mentor, Seokjin, at his side, both talking about possible ways they could help a case when they both stop when they see Doctor Min and his wife hugging at the entrance of the hospital.
“I still don’t get how he has a partner and I don’t.” The intern sighs, and Seokjin chuckles, both watching the couple that stands outside, in their own little world.
“Everything has its time, just be patient.” Seokjin smiles at the intern, “Well, I gotta go. My wife’s waiting for me, and she’ll flip if I’m not there in time. Bye.” Seokjin waves at the intern.
The intern sighs as he walks toward the entrance of the hospital, exhausted from the long day of dealing with Yoongi’s grumpiness.
The inter’s eyes were closing as tiredness filled his mind, consequently causing him to bump into something.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.”
The inter’s eyes grow wide when he catches the woman’s eyes, and he swears he sees something of stars inside her beautiful eyes.
He can’t think, so, he says whatever comes to his mind—starting the journey he so longed for.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook.”