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Yoongi sighed, adjusting his white coat as he walked down the brightly lit hall. He was just about to go home and go to sleep and get his well-deserved rest when his pager decided to loudly go off. As much as Yoongi loved helping children, he just wanted to go home and go to sleep.
Walking in the small room, Yoongi noticed a frail looking woman, petting a boy’s hair. The boy looked around 18 but couldn’t be older than 20. The nurse handed Yoongi the boy’s charts as she walked out of the room, closing the door.
Yoongi glanced over the documents, making mental notes before closing the binder and looking up with a smile at the woman.
“Hello, my name is Dr. Min and I’ll be treating your son, Taehyung,” Yoongi had learned over the years, that by saying the patient’s name in the first introduction really helped calm the parents down. He didn’t know why, it just worked.
“Correct me if I’m wrong on anything, Miss...” The woman smiled softly before replying with a murmur,
“Kim.” She nodded at Yoongi, and grabbed her son’s hand.
“Miss Kim. Alright, this is Kim Taehyung, he’s 17 years old, he’s being admitted for chest pain, dizziness, fatigue, and shortness of breath, correct?” The woman nodded and looked at Taehyung, as if asking if he had anything to say about it.
“He isn’t allergic to any kind of medicine that you know of and he’s fairly active, plays for his school’s soccer team.” Yoongi stood up and grabbed this stethoscope from around his neck, placing it in his ears and grabbing the end, “My brother played soccer in high school and college, center mid. He played until he broke his ankle and couldn’t play anymore. Breathe in really deep for me,” Taehyung followed the instructions and seemingly relaxed as Yoongi spoke of his brother.
“Alright, breathe out for me.” Yoongi smiled at Taehyung as he sat back down in his chair and wrote a few things on his charts, “There’s definitely a murmur going on in his heart, and that itself isn’t harmful. Murmurs can be common but with symptoms like Taehyung’s, it’s something that we definitely have to watch out for.” Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed as the doctor spoke, how was he supposed to know what a murmur was?
“Um, what’s a murmur?” Taehyung asked quietly. He was afraid of the man in front of him treating him like he was dumb and asking the wrong questions.
Yoongi noticed the anxiety on Taehyung’s face, so he took the opportunity to lay a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “A murmur is just basically an abnormal sound in your heartbeat. So, when your heart should just make a steady, regular beat, hearts with murmurs don’t. They’re hard to catch sometimes but yours was prominent enough to hear it with just my stethoscope.”
Yoongi paid no attention when his husband walked in. In fact, he was a bit irritated. Hoseok was a neurosurgeon, who assigned him to help with Taehyung?
“I am gonna call and order Taehyung an EKG, an electrocardiogram and an echo, or an echocardiogram for tomorrow. An EKG just looks at the electrical activity of Taehyung’s heart and an echo is just basically an ultrasound of the heart. This is most likely what will tell us what’s wrong with Taehyung’s heart. He will need to stay overnight, just to make sure nothing goes wrong.” Yoongi shook hands with both Taehyung and his mother before exiting the room, along with Hoseok.
Closing the door and leaving the two to their privacy, Yoongi turned around quickly to face Hoseok.
“Hello, love.” Hoseok greeted, chuckling at the scowl on his husband’s face.
“Why the hell are you on my case? Taehyung has no brain issues. You’re not even a cardio surgeon, let alone pediatric.” Yoongi scolded Hoseok, really wishing he could slap him.
Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Because Dr. Hui put me on the case, don’t know why, he just said that you needed assistance. I didn’t choose to be here. I was actually waiting on you to get finished so we could go home but then I saw you walking back towards the rooms, I figured you had a case so I went to ask Hui what it was, and he put me on it. I can ask him to take me off if it really means that much to you, babe.” Yoongi shook his head, wrapping his arm around Hoseok’s waist, who did the same.
The two walked out of the hospital and towards Hoseok’s car. They were relieved to finally be going home. “It’s fine, I just kinda hate being in your spotlight sometimes. People only see me as Dr. Jung’s husband instead of Dr. Min Yoongi, M.D., P.H.D. It sucks and then Hui throws you in my cases all the damn time. I know you’re a handsome, beautiful, charming, sunshine, world-renowned neurosurgeon but I have better qualities than just Dr. Jung’s husband.” Hoseok felt guilty, he knew Yoongi meant no harm by his words but he didn’t know Yoongi was so ashamed to be called his husband.
“You’re really ashamed to be my husband?” Yoongi looked over at Hoseok and scoffed as they both got in the car. It wasn’t anything to fancy but with both men’s surgeons salaries, it was definitely a nice car.
“I didn’t even say that, Hobi. I said I’m tired of only being known as your husband. I will proudly tell people I’m married to the gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, wonderful, lovely, fantastic head neurosurgeon at Seoul National University Hospital, Dr. Jung Hoseok, M.D.,” Hoseok smiled at the compliments, sometimes he forgot how much he loved Yoongi and his rants, “But I’d rather not be known as head neurosurgeon at Seoul National University Hospital, Dr. Jung Hoseok, M.D.’s husband, Dr. Min.” Yoongi looked over at Hoseok and gestured for him to start the car.
“Well, should I only address you as Dr. Min Yoongi, M.D, P.H.D, soon-to-be head pediatric cardiovascular surgeon at Seoul National University Hospital?” Of course Hoseok was only kidding, yet the title pleased Yoongi who simply nodded and smiled.
“I think you should. I think you should also start fucking driving because I just want some wine and sleep.” Hoseok chuckled at Yoongi’s demand, grabbing his hand and heading towards their home.
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“So, tell me about your- well, our- patient.” Hoseok poured the wine into the glasses as Yoongi walked towards the couch, sitting down and running his hands down his face.
“Kim Taehyung, he’s 17 years old. I don’t know what he has yet but as you heard, he’s having an EKG and an echo tomorrow. He’s got chest pain, dizziness, fatigue, that kinda thing. It’s pretty evident something’s wrong with his heart. He plays soccer at his high school. He seems fairly shy, he only spoke to ask me what a murmur was.” Hoseok nodded, handing his husband the wine glass and sitting down beside him.
Taking a sip of the wine, Hoseok sighed, “Sounds like you’re gonna have to do surgery on him whatever it is.” Yoongi nodded, grabbing his husband’s free hand. Hoseok leaned over and pressed a small kiss to Yoongi’s lips. He always enjoyed kissing Yoongi.
“I hope it’s nothing too bad, he’s only 17 and plays soccer. It’d be a shame if whatever he has keeps him from playing again*.” Yoongi explained. He loved being a pediatric surgeon yet the heartbreak that always struck him whenever kids died or could never walk again or talk again or do their favorite hobby again was too much at times.
Hoseok leaned more into Yoongi, nosing his neck, “I’m sure he’ll be fine, love. You’re the best pediatric surgeon that hospital has, he’ll be fine.” Hoseok lifted his head up and stared at Yoongi, who stared back.
“I guess.” Hoseok stood up from the couch and stuck his hand out for Yoongi’s, “Let’s go to bed, we’re both tired and it’s 2 in the morning.” Yoongi grabbed his hand and stood up. The two walked towards their bedroom, hand in hand.
“Do you really think I’m the best pediatric surgeon?” Hoseok could only laugh.
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“I need 200 milligrams of O-Neg!” Seokjin yelled at the doctors surrounding him, as he climbed on the patient’s chest, beginning to perform chest compressions.
Many of the doctors happened to be interns, his least favorite type of doctor. Most of them proved to be nothing more than a simple assistant and awful trauma surgeons.
“Who is this guy! Somebody read me his chart!” Seokjin yelled, keeping his attention solely on the man below him.
“Kwon Seunghae. 58 years old. Car accident. Suffered blunt force trauma to the head and blunt force trauma to the chest. Piece of metal stuck him in the stomach.” Seokjin nodded, mentally taking in all the possible problems with this guy. He continued giving the man chest compressions, just barely keeping his heart going.
“Interns! What you do in the next two to five minutes can save Kwon Seunghae’s life. Dr. Song, I need you to check his stomach. How much bleeding is there?” Seokjin spoke quickly to the intern. He was desperately trying to save this man’s life, as the other doctors around him pushed the cot towards an operating room.
“Um, uh-“
“There’s no time for questioning! How hard is it to tell if he’s bleeding!”
“He’s bleeding, sir! He’s losing a lot of blood. It’s coming from the epigastrium!” That wasn’t Dr. Song. That was Dr. Lee, Seokjin’s favorite intern. She, in his opinion, was definitely set for greatness. She never hesitated, and although sometimes she could be wrong, she gave answers with confidence. Confidence good surgeons needed.
“Thank you, Dr. Lee!” As soon as the cot rolled into the OR, Seokjin climbed off of Mr. Kwon’s chest, keeping the chest compressions going. The rest of the doctors dressed in their surgical gowns and gloves, another doctor taking over the compressions so Seokjin could get himself prepared.
Once he was all set, he made sure Mr. Kwon had his blood transfusions going, and that his vitals were decent. Seokjin smiled, noticing his heart rate was back to normal. But he couldn’t ignore the blood loss still happening from the piece of metal stuck in Mr. Kwon’s upper abdomen.
“How are we gonna go about this, Dr. Kim?” An intern asked. Seokjin looked at him, gesturing his hand towards the intern.
“You tell me.” The intern’s eyes widened, not expecting to be put on the spot. He looked around for a moment, then back to Seokjin.
“An X-Ray?” He spoke, “To see where it is?” He was unsure of himself, bad mistake.
“Well, I don’t know about you, intern, but I can see the piece of metal stabbed into his abdomen clear as day right here. No need for an X-Ray.” Seokjin cleared his throat, glancing at Mr. Kwon’s vitals. They were good, good as could get for a man with metal in his abdomen.
Seokjin took every possible chance he had to teach his interns. He knew what it was like being a struggling intern. He was one. The residents during his internship were harsh and awful and made him seem like he’d never get far in his career. Needless to say, it toughened him up. A lot. He became much more focused, much more sure of himself, and a much better surgeon. He wanted to be the same harsh, strict, awful resident to his interns that he’d experienced.
Of course, he only meant well by his harshness. Seokjin wanted to shape them into the best surgeons Seoul had ever seen.
“Don’t be so unsure of yourselves, speak up! If you make a mistake, I’ll correct you. Mistakes stick in your memories longer and more prominently than successes.” Seokjin spoke clearly, confidence oozing from his words. “I remember my second year. I almost cut a man’s artery in the ER, but my least favorite, asshole, dickhead resident was quick to yell at me before I could. Ever since then, I’ve always remembered that. To make sure of what I’m doing. To double check.” He sighed, ending his little speech, hoping the interns got the most out of it.
A reluctant hand raised up, grabbing his attention, “Um, we don’t need to x-ray, necessarily, it’d take too much time. A quick ultrasound to see how far in the metal is or how close to any organs it is could help.” Seokjin smiled, finally!
“Yes! Exactly!” A nurse pulled a small cart up with different bottles and two ultrasound transducers. Seokjin pulled an intern up beside him, asking what she needed to do.
“We have to clean up the blood from his stomach, and stop the bleeding.” Seokjin sighed, the quiet, reluctant interns were always the first to go.
“We’ve stopped the bleeding, kid, but yes, we do need to clean up the blood. So, get started!” He gestured towards to interns to start, supervising over their shoulders. He noticed Dr. Lee being quick to work ahead of her fellow interns, cleaning the blood closest to the wound first. He watched her carefully. Even the smartest interns made mistakes.
“Dr. Kim! Dr. Min needs to see you.” Seokjin whipped around towards the door, seeing a nurse holding a mask to cover to her mouth.
“Okay, thank you.” Seokjin looked towards another resident, who nodded at his silent request to watch the interns. He exited the operating room, taking his surgical gown, gloves, and everything else off expect his normal doctor clothes. Washing his hands slowly, he pondered what Yoongi could possibly want.
Walking down the pristine white halls, Seokjin smiled at other doctors and patients. As mean as he could be in the OR, he was a considerably happy man when he wanted to be. Feeling a vibration, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, reading Yoongi’s message.
Yoongi: Meet me in room 4 on the 5th floor.
That was weird. The rooms on the fifth floor were usually only ever used when the hospital staff needed the extra rooms.
Seokjin walked into an elevator, thanking Namjoon for holding it open.
“Have you had any surgeries today, Dr. Kim?” Seokjin asked Namjoon, who looked tired. Attractive, but tired.
Namjoon shook his head, not making eye contact with Seokjin and a light blush tinting his cheeks. Seokjin found Namjoon to be adorable. He’d definitely date him, but one luxury he would never allow himself was a significant other. Seokjin has given himself a rule when he was beginning medical school and that was no relationships, no hook-ups, no slightly-more-than-friends friend dates. It was all off limits and Seokjin had good reason.
He was probably one of the most respected surgeons at Seoul National University Hospital and he intended to keep it that way. He’d heard Yoongi’s countless rants of feeling like his husband’s shadow and the last thing Seokjin wanted was to be merely a shadow.
‘My mom loves me! My sugar gliders love me! My medical degree loves me! Why would I need anybody else’s love?’ Yoongi would roll his eyes time and time again at Seokjin’s remarks but he understood. He’d had the same plan at the beginning of his own surgical career but Dr. Jung Hoseok was much too attractive, kind, smart and respectful for Yoongi to let that kind of man slip through his fingers.
Seokjin looked ahead at the steel doors of the elevator, hands resting in the pockets of his white coat. He felt Namjoon’s eyes linger towards him, admiring the way his black hair sat against his tan skin. How his gentle eyes so carefully blinked and those amazing lips, they just made Namjoon’s day. The ding of the elevator snapped both men from their thoughts, Seokjin bidding Namjoon farewell as he stepped out of the elevator.
Seokjin’s eyes followed the numbers on every door until he reached room 4. He opened the door, revealing Yoongi laying on the hospital bed, eating what looked like french fries. He walked in and closed the door behind him, turning on the lights and walking towards the bed Yoongi was laying on.
“You needed something? Tell me I didn’t walk out on a surgery just to gossip with you.” Yoongi laughed, moving his box of french fries from the end of the bed so his friend could sit.
Shaking his head, Yoongi explained, “No, I just need you to take Jung off my fucking patient.” He grabbed more friend fries, not seeing the confusion written on Seokjin’s face.
“Jung? Like, your husband, Jung? Hoseok?” Yoongi gave him a duh look, smirking slightly. “Why do I have to do it? Why can’t you do it?”
Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes, stuffing more fries in his mouth, “How idiotic am I gonna look going up to Hui, and saying ‘Hey, yeah, uh... is it possible to maybe, I don’t know, take Dr. Jung on my patient’s case. Why? Oh, yeah, um, cause he’s my husband.’ He’ll laugh in my face, Seokjin.”
“I’m still not getting at this, Yoongs. What the hell am I supposed to do about that?” Yoongi groaned, quickly laying back down again.
“Take him on your case! Tell Hui that you need more help! I don’t know, just get him the hell off mine.” Yoongi’s pager suddenly beeped, telling him that Taehyung’s tests were done.
He grabbed his white coat, putting it back on. He looked back at Seokjin pleadingly, who was eating the fries Yoongi had bought.
“I’m a trauma surgeon, Yoongi, I have at least 2-10 patients a day. You’re better off asking Jimin to get Hoseok. He’s got some kid with scoliosis, obviously you need a neurosurgeon for that. Hoseok’s perfect.” Seokjin stood up and walked towards the door, opening it for himself and Yoongi.
Yoongi sighed and walked out the door, going opposite ways from Seokjin.
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