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The call came in at 10:50am.
According to dispatchers, two calls came in to report a need for an ambulance, as well as a police unit. A neighbor had called due to a fight that had erupted in the apartment above, and they had grown increasingly concerned when they heard a heavy thump against the floor. The thump was then followed by a man and a woman frantically calling out a name, before being followed by the sound of what they had assumed to be furniture being moved across the floor, and another thump against the floor; a possible fight.
The other call came from a woman claiming that her husband just had a heart attack, and that an ambulance was needed as quickly as possible.
A heart attack was a pretty routine call, but that didn't make it any less urgent.
So when his unit's driver stopped in front of the designated location, Yoongi was quick to jump out of the back of the ambulance, along with his partner, Hoseok. They swiftly pulled out the gurney, but were careful enough to not jostle their equipment piled on top. They carried a defibrillator, epinephrine, as well as a variety of other medical necessities that they needed to try and save the man's life.
“Get ready to check his pulse, okay? I'll start calibrating the fib,” Yoongi instructed Hoseok as they pulled up on either side of the gurney.
“Got it,” the other confirmed, hoisting the stretcher up onto the sidewalk as they were about to go through the main entrance.
However, just as they pulled up to the door, another gurney burst its way through, along with a whole team.
It only took a glance for Yoongi to recognize which unit it was. The Kim team, led by none other than Kim Namjoon, along with his two partners Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung. Namjoon and Taehyung were on either side of the stretcher, pushing their way down towards their own ambulance that Yoongi had neglected to even realize was there, while Jin was on top of the stretcher, already initiating chest compressions. It wasn't looking too good.
“Namjoon!” Yoongi called after the other lead paramedic, “is that the heart attack patient?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon responded over his shoulder, only stopping to let his own partner, Taehyung, throw open the doors to the back of their own ambulance. On the count of three, the two of them lifted the gurney to fit into the back. “But you should still get in there! There's a guy with a head wound. He's stable, but you should still check for a concussion.”
A concussion, great. Other than a routine check up, they would have to check for any signs of slurred speech or other cognition problems, and that involved talking to them. Yoongi grimaced to himself. He wasn't exactly known for his bedside manor, but at least Hoseok was there with him to pick up the slack. That way, he could do as little talking as possible. Or, at the very least, not get punched in the face for saying some dumb shit. “Possible concussion, got it. What does the guy look like?”
Strangely, Namjoon let out a loud laugh. “Trust me, you'll know him when you see him. Apartment 832.”
Yoongi cocked an eyebrow. “What does that even—”
“Namjoon! We got a pulse, we need to go now!” Seokjin called out from the back of the ambulance, out of Yoongi's sight.
“Looks like we got to go! I'll see you later, Yoongi. I'm sure we'll have a very interesting talk back at the hospital.”
And with that, the Kim team loaded themselves completely into the ambulance, shutting the doors behind them, before turning on their sirens and speeding down the highway.
Both Yoongi and Hoseok were quiet for a moment, trying to process the new turn of events. Well, at least they didn't have to worry about anyone dying on their watch, Yoongi thought passively. With a sigh, Yoongi looked back the equipment on the bed. They had pretty much everything they needed, there really wasn't a need to go back—
“God, Seokjin can compress my chest any day.”
“Jesus, Jungkook!” Hoseok screeched, clutching his heart in a dramatic fashion, “warn us before you walk up on us like that.”
Jungkook simply shrugged, not bothered in the slightest at Hoseok's antics. He did, however, straighten up a bit when Yoongi looked his way. “That should be Seokjin hyung to you, Jungkook-ah. If you're going to thirst over him, at least be polite about it.”
The boy nodded quickly. “Yes, Yoongi-ssi.”
“Hyung is fine, Jungkook.”
“Yes, Yoongi-ssi hyung.”
Jungkook was a recent addition to Yoongi's squad; a student paramedic. After Yoongi's mentor had retired, they were the first ones in line for a new recruit, and Jungkook was the best choice. Although he was young, he had a drive in him that Yoongi found endearing. Even after some of the bloody scenes they had witnessed, Jungkook maintained a sense of innocence and determination that Yoongi had long since forgotten. He wouldn't say it out loud, but Jungkook was well on his way to worming a special place in Yoongi's heart, just as some of the others had. He was like a little brother.
But that didn't mean that he couldn't mess with him a little.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Come on, let's go check on our mystery man.”
“Should we return our stretcher?” Jungkook inquired, “we're just checking on someone, right?”
“We should still bring it,” Hoseok answered, giving the gurney a shove forward to start their walk to the elevators inside the apartment, bringing Yoongi along with him. “If he has a concussion, what are some possible symptoms?”
Jungkook bit his bottom lip as he thought over the question. “Um, confusion, head ache, ringing in the ears, nausea and vomiting, dizziness, vision problems, et cetera.”
“Right,” Hoseok nodded, gesturing for Jungkook to open the front doors, which he did, and walked through them. “So, if he has all of that, it wouldn't be wise for us to assume he can make it upright in the elevator, or worse, down the stairs.”
Jungkook gave an appreciative hum. “Got it.”
The ride up to the eighth floor wasn't very eventful. A calm settled over them, with none of them having much to say. If they had gotten their heart attack call, then maybe they would be doing another rundown of their equipment, but it really wasn't needed here. They had bandages and sanitizing pads and swabs if the man had any open wounds, but Namjoon had said he was stable, so Yoongi doubted they were about to walk into a murder scene.
Although, he might be wrong if the view of the hallway was any indication of what was going on inside the apartment.
As soon as the doors opened, Yoongi could see people sticking their heads out of their doors in an attempt to get a better look at what was going on. It wasn't a surprise to them, really, people can be nosy. Bystanders would gather around at scenes all of the time. The main event, however, was the woman being questioned at the very end of the hallway by two police officers.
She was older; her hair graying and dull, but she was professional. Her clothes were nice, as far as Yoongi could tell, if not a little rumpled, but he wasn't one to judge. He has pulled up on a lot worse. Hell, he's worn a lot worse. He hadn't, however, worn such a look of rage on his face before.
“I didn't even push him that hard, what do you mean—”
“Excuse me,” Hoseok asked politely, “we're here about a possible concussion. Where is he?”
The woman sneered at him. “You mean that whore?”
Yoongi's eyes widened. Well, that was certainly something. The police man gave an exasperated sigh. “Ma'am, please,” he tried before turning to Hoseok. “He's inside. He seemed alright, but we wanted you guys to check before letting him go.”
“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Yoongi said, avoiding making eye contact with the angered woman. He had been on enough calls to know when he's come across a woman who just found out her lover is having an affair. He would always feel bad for them, but he also wanted to avoid being a casualty of their anger. He's made that mistake more than a few times.
With a slight tug, Yoongi took the lead of the gurney and guided them through the open door of the apartment. He could register the officers asking the woman more questions, but they were drowned out as Yoongi took a closer look at the décor.
Whoever this couple was, they were fucking rich. The fact that there were multiple apartments on this floor made it look deceptively small from the outside. The ceilings were high, gaudy statues were placed in various places around the floor, and the kitchen was filled with fancy technology that looked like it hadn't been looked at, let alone touched.
The only thing missing was a chandelier that looked like it could crash on top of them at any second.
Yoongi was just about to make such a comment to Hoseok and Jungkook, but the words never left his mouth. Sitting on a long, rather uncomfortable looking couch was probably the most beautiful man that he had ever seen.
He was young, much younger than the man he saw leaving the apartment on Namjoon's stretcher, and the mess of blond hair atop his head only made him look that much more angelic. His neck was craned back as he was pressing his hand against the back of his head, wincing slightly as he did so. Yoongi should probably tell him to stop, just in case he was pressing on an open wound with a dirty hand, but he was having a hard time finding the words.
This feeling was only made worse when the man opened his eyes, and locked his sights right onto Yoongi.
While his bright blond hair had created a halo effect, the man's eyes were absolutely sinful. They were a deep, warm brown, but that didn't take away from the effect they were giving in contrast to the cool, black coal that surrounded them. He was absolutely stunning. So stunning, that Yoongi had been completely oblivious to what the man was wearing.
Leather thigh-high boots that looked to lace all the way up, as well as a black corset that stopped about half way up his pecs. Yoongi was sure that he was wearing something like shorts as well, but he had some decency in him not too look. Especially not when he was getting stared at.
“Hi,” Hoseok greeted, saving Yoongi from the embarrassment of trying and failing to speak, “my name is Hoseok, and this is our lead paramedic Yoongi, and our paramedic in training, Jungkook. What's your name?”
The man startled a bit, as if just noticing that there were other people in the room, but was quick to collect himself. “Jimin,” he answered softly.
God, even his voice was angelic. How many contradictions can live in one body?
“Well, Jimin-ssi,” Hoseok continued, “how about you tell us what happened while Yoongi here starts checking you out?”
The wickedly playful look that briefly passed over Jimin's features told Yoongi more than he needed to know. They both were very much aware that Yoongi had already been checking him out. With but a glance at Yoongi, Jimin shrugged. “Sure, I'm all yours.”
Yoongi tried to be inconspicuous as he shook himself out of whatever hold Jimin had on him. Yes, Jimin was a pretty man who looked like someone from Yoongi's dirtiest wet dream, but he was a professional. After grabbing a hold of his first aid kit, Yoongi sat down next to him on the couch, gingerly touching the back of his head. “We heard you had a possible concussion, can you tell us what you hit your head on?”
“Dresser,” Jimin answered, hissing as Yoongi brushed his fingers a large welt on the back of his skull.
“Sorry,” Yoongi murmured, sounding genuinely apologetic. “You must have hit your head pretty hard, but luckily there's no bleeding.”
“Thank god. Does that mean I can go now?”
All three shook their heads. “Not quite. Just because there's no bleeding, doesn't mean that there's no concussion,” Hoseok explained, his lips turning into a friendly smile. “Why? You have somewhere to be?”
Jimin hummed as Yoongi continued to check over his scalp for any more cuts or bumps. Yoongi could have sworn that he had leaned into his touch just ever so slightly, but he must have imagined it. “Kind of. Every minute I'm not at work, I loose money.”
“Ah, I understand,” Hoseok said sympathetically.
When Yoongi was sure that there wasn't another wound or bumps on his head, he pulled a light-pen out from his front pocket. “I'm going to shine this light in your eye to check for any pupil abnormalities,” he explained, pulling away so he could see Jimin in all of his beautiful glory. “Is it alright if Jungkook looks on? He'll just watch us.”
“Oh, that's fine,” Jimin assured, waving his hand in dismissal, “I like when people watch.”
Before he could stop himself, Yoongi snorted at the crude joke. “Right,” he cracked a smile, which he was pleased to see that Jimin shared. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from the man in front of him to wave over the youngest of the team. “Jungkook, come here.”
It was unsurprising when Jungkook perked up from his spot near the gurney, given how eager he was to get out in the field. He came up along side Yoongi, sitting right behind him with his chest nearly pressed against Yoongi's back to get a better view. “Write down what you see, alright?” Yoongi couldn't see him, but he could hear how Jungkook moved to fish out a note pad from his pant pocket.
Jimin cooed at Jungkook's ambition. “You're so cute, Jungkook-ssi. Have you been doing this for a while?”
“Oh, uh, not really,” he answered bashfully, “this is my first time checking out a concussion.”
Yoongi hadn't been in Jimin's presence for very long, but he already knew a first time joke was on the tip of his tongue. To save Jungkook from what he was sure would be an hour of blushing, he jumped in. “Okay, Jimin-ssi. I need you to look at me.”
There was a brief pause, but Jimin did as he was told. “You know, this is very weird for me. I'm the one usually ordering people around.”
“Hm, and why's that? Are you some CEO, Jimin-ssi?” Yoongi clicked on the light, getting ready to shine it across Jimin's eyes, but as interrupted before he had the chance.
Jimin laughed loudly, nearly curling in on himself if it wasn't for Yoongi reaching his hand out to hold his head in place, placing his hand right under his chin in a delicate hold. “Well, I do come into contact with them a lot, so I guess I should be an honorary CEO at this point,” he teased, “but no. I'm a ProDom.”
“A prodom?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, unsure of what exactly that meant.
“Yeah, you know, like a dominatrix.”
And suddenly, everything made a lot more sense. The leather, in particular. Yoongi tried to appear neutral about the admission, but he assumed he did a poor job at it given how Jimin was looking at him.
“What? Never come across one before?” He teased, his voice lowering, becoming sultry and silky as his eyes shined with mirth.
“No, not a dominatrix, but I have seen a lot of different things like it. Might be his first time, though.” Yoongi grinned, jabbing his thumb in Jungkook's direction. The youngest gave an embarrassed whine and Yoongi could feel when his head dropped onto his shoulder.
Yoongi moved the flashlight from one of Jimin's eyes to the other, giving Jungkook enough time to write down his notes. And if he was taking time to gaze into Jimin's piercing stare, no one had to know. “So, uh, does your mother know what you do for a living?” he asked, trying to do his best to keep the same playful tone that he had kept with Jungkook.
Surprisingly, Yoongi didn't entirely fuck up like he thought he would. He did earn a slap to the arm, but it felt more like a swat. “Shut up,” Jimin giggled, his eyes scrunching up into a delightful smile.
Yoongi was more than happy to continue teasing the younger, but his attempts were cut before they even truly started. “So, what happened?” Hoseok eventually asked, seeing as Yoongi had his attention split at the moment.
Jimin gave a sigh, looking more uncomfortable than he had the entire time he was sitting there, which was saying something given his tight—very tight—leather corset. “Well, Jaeho, the man from this apartment, is a regular. I see him about twice a month or something, but this was my first time at his house,” he explained, “I usually have a studio where I work, but the building is being fumigated or something, I don't know the details, really. Anyways, he says we can do our scene here instead. I don't usually do house calls, but I've been him for about a year now, so I know he wasn't a creep or anything. He's nice. Do you think he's going to be okay?”
Yoongi thinks back to when Seokjin said he found a pulse and bites his bottom lip. “I think they'll do everything they can.”
“I see...” Jimin trails off, looking down at his lap, and Yoongi lets him. He had checked both of his eyes himself after Jungkook was done with his notes, and he didn't see anything too alarming. As he put his light-pen away, Jimin continued. “I hope he's okay. Like I said, he's not creepy. He's a good man.” Although Yoongi could probably have a debate about older individuals using those decades younger than them for sexual favors, he wasn't about to start one with Jimin. He was hear to listen, not to instigate. Instead, he rests his hand on Jimin's shoulder, and he can only hope that Jimin takes it in a comforting way.
Jimin, unbothered, started again. “Anyways. We're about half way through our scene, and that's when the door opens,” he keeps it vague, probably not wanting to subject them to the ins and outs of his work. Yoongi seriously doubts that there's attorney-client privilege when it comes to prodoms. “It turns out his wife came home early from her sister's or something like that, really cliché, right? I knew he had a wife, but I'm not one to judge, you know?”
Yoongi can tell that he's getting agitated recounting his story, so he unconsciously starts pressing his thumb into his shoulder, massaging it in small circles in a poor attempt to rid him of some of the tension. Jimin doesn't seem to mind though; he even leans into his touch, making a low sound in the back of his throat. “So, I'm trying my best to calm down the situation because it was really starting to get out of hand, and I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Then Jaeho starts massaging his arm and saying it's going numb, and that his chest hurts, and then he just hits the fucking floor. I had never seen anything like it, but I figured it was a heart attack. He's older, and I've seen at least one hospital drama, so I thought it was better to be safe than sorry.
“I drop down, get him on his back so I can start CPR. When in doubt, right? So I start calling his name and tell her to call an ambulance, but I guess all she cares about is the fact that I'm still on top of her husband. She pushes me off of him, screaming and calling me a slut and whatever, and she pushes me so hard that I end up sliding across the floor and hitting a dresser. I didn't black out or anything, but it still fucking hurt. It was a few minutes later when the other guys arrived.”
By the time Jimin finished recounting his story, he looked perturbed. Yoongi hated seeing such an expression on a beautiful face. “That sounds really traumatic, I'm sorry to hear that,” he empathized, bringing his other hand to hold Jimin's in his lap.
Jimin shook his head, his blond hair falling slightly in his face.“It's fine. I just hope Jaeho is okay.” There was a pause for half a second, as though something had just dawned upon him. “Hey, they aren't going to charge her with anything, right? The wife? I know she pushed me, but I don't blame her. I don't want to press charges.”
“I'm not sure, but you can tell the officers that. It'll be less paperwork for them, so they'll most likely let her go.”
“Good.”
There wasn't much more they could do on sight, but and Yoongi still wanted to make sure all of their bases were covered. As he did a final routine check to make sure everything was either put away or on his persons, he turned to Jimin. “Okay, Jimin-ssi, it looks like you're okay, but I still think you should come wit us to the hospital. Better safe than sorry, but it's entirely up to you.”
Jimin gave him an impishly skeptical look. “We, huh?”
Okay, maybe Yoongi had been a slight more attentive to Jimin than the others had been. But, despite being found out, Yoongi gave an innocent smile. “Of course.”
“Hm. Jungkook-ssi? What else can be a symptom of a concussion other than verbal issues and pupil dilation?”
Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, confused. “Um, loss of balance can be a symptom, why?”
Much to everyone's surprise, Jimin sprung up quickly, which made the rest follow to keep him balanced. However, whether it was the possible concussion, or the fact that his boots had heels on them that were at least five inches high, Jimin wobbled forward. And as luck would have it, Yoongi was right there to catch him. He held him from under the arms, keeping him as upright as possible.
Jimin landed right into his chest, his chin barely able to hook over Yoongi's shoulder. Then, as innocently as possible, he looked up to meet Yoongi's eyes, batting his eyelashes dramatically. “Oops. I think you're right, Yoongi-ssi. It's better safe than sorry.”
Yoongi barked out a laugh, his shoulders shaking as he looked downward at the other, who honestly looked far too pleased with himself. “Really?”
“Really. Now I just need a big, strong man to carry me into the ambulance.”
Pretending to mull it over, Yoongi titled his head towards the youngest of the group. “That sounds like a job for Jungkook, don't you think?”
Jimin hummed, one of his hands coming between his chest and Yoongi's own to rest on Yoongi's pectoral, and—oh my god did he just squeeze? “I think you'll manage just fine.”
Yoongi really couldn't believe the antics playing out in front of him, but he had no qualms about it at all. Not when he could spend the next some odd minutes with the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. “Hm, well, you seem pretty nervous, so why don't I just hold your hand while we go down on the stretcher, deal?”
“Only go down on the stretcher? A shame, but deal.”
Although Yoongi didn't carry him down into the ambulance, he did pick him up to put him on the stretcher. For a brief moment, Jimin nuzzled into the side of his neck, his lips pressing into the junction just above the collarbone, but it wasn't enough to be called a kiss. That didn't stop Jimin from looking like the cat who just got the cream, though.
And true to his word, Yoongi would hold onto Jimin's hand the entire way to the hospital, much to the dismay of his fellow passenger.