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When Yoongi decided to buckle down for a year of medical school, he dreamed of an adrenaline-filled life as an emergency physician. In his third year of medical school when he started studying surgery, the idea of becoming a plastic surgeon crossed his mind. But it all went to oblivion when he had to stand for three hours straight as an observer in a surgery, he wanted to reach his forties with a little back, thank you.
In the fourth-year medical clinic caught, with cardiology specifically, but after seeing the life (nonexistent) of residents in that space said bye bye bye bye.
After five years of career, one year of internship where I work for free, and three academic breaks, Yoongi decided that his specialty should be quiet, but not that quiet. Something that would keep the excitement alive in him, but at the same time he could maintain a life outside the hospital.
So it was that he became a resident in otolaryngology, a specialty that combined the best of two worlds. Some days he could just do medical consultations in his office, other days he could operate on ear, mouth or nose, and some days of the month he had night duty, like today.
It was Saturday night, Yoongi was quietly sitting in the emergency room while reading “The Subtle Art of Giving a Damn About Everything,” a new book recommended by Namjoon. His eyes moved from the book to the clock, 00:45 am, he should get ready for sleep now.
The moment he closed his book and stood up; the door opened.
“New admission” the nursing graduate held out a sheet to him before walking back out.
Dark eyes flicked across the paper: male...28 years old...foreign body in nostril.
What the fuck?
He was more than used to seeing objects inside the ear and nose, but in children, not adults this close to thirty.
He pulls his hair up into a half-ponytail and smooths his green scrub before opening the door and calling loudly “Park Jimin!”.
Yoongi watches as three people enter his office with frightened faces. His eyes immediately land on the last man through the door.
He is shorter in stature than his companions, his blond hair is a bit tousled, but he still looks divine. His plump lips are reddish, perhaps from constantly biting them as he is doing, his hands rubbing together in nervousness. Yoongi lowers his gaze lower and loves how those thighs look in the tight black jean he wears. Their gazes connect and remain fixed on the dark eyes that are half red perhaps from crying.
The black-haired man is sure that he has never seen a man as beautiful as this one.
The sound of an object hitting the floor wakes him from his reverie, he looks at the pierced and tattooed black haired guy looking at him guiltily as he picks up the otoscope from the floor. Great, now he will have to wash it again because it's already been contaminated by the floor.
“Park Jimin?”
“It's me” the blond takes a seat in the chair Yoongi points in front of him.
“What brings you to my office?” asks Yoongi leaning his hip on the desk and crossing his feet.
“Doctor it's all my fault” exclaimed the brown hair man.
“Tae it's not necessary-” Jimin's voice sounds nasal.
“No Chim Chim, don't strain yourself” he interrupts again” Doctor I need you to help my friend before he doesn't breathe again.”
“Honey, Jimin won't stop breathing.”
“Shut up Kookie, this is life or death” exclaims Tae.
Yoongi watches as the pair begins to argue quietly before turning his gaze back to Jimin.
The blond sighs before opening his mouth “I have a peanut here” his finger points to the right side of his nose.
Jimin avoids looking at him, he's so intimidated and drawn to the doctor that he's embarrassed to be enjoying his ER visit. Yoongi is only slightly taller than him, slim, but with biceps and triceps that are marked by his crossed arms. The military green color suits him perfectly with his black and white sneakers. The messy half ponytail and silver hoops dangling from his ears give him a bad boy look that mesmerizes the blond. Jimin catches a silver bracelet on his left wrist that enhances the long, calloused fingers.
All Yoongi is art.
Yoongi grimaces as he hears the problem and heads to his tool table to grab the rhinoscope and head light, “I need to examine you How did the peanut get there?”.
“It was me” Taehyung raises his hand ‘Bone yes but no, we were drinking soju between the three of us when Jimin challenged me to put the most marshmallows in my mouth, so I thought it was funny and fair to return the challenge’.
Yoongi adjusts the front light by his head, bends down a bit to be at the same height as the seated Jimin “I need you to keep your head like this.”
Jimin's eyes roam over every inch of the red-haired man's face. His dark eyes make perfect contrast with his porcelain pale skin, the updo accentuates the facial features so much that the blond's hands tingle with the urge to run his fingers along the doctor's jaw.
With his hand Yoongi moves Jimin's head back slightly, he can feel the soft hair between his fingers and Jimin's breath shocks across his face. His eyes return to the younger's face, and he catches him looking at his lips. Jimin looks away quickly and Yoongi's heart starts to race.
God what's wrong with him he feels like kissing a patient, that doesn't speak well of his professional ethics.
“...we counted ten peanuts in total, but when Jimin expelled them there were only nine.”
“Wait” Yoongi directs a serious look at Jimin. ” You covered your whole nose with peanuts?”
Jimin just nods at the doctor's serious tone.
“And you guys agreed?” he now turns to the couple.
They both nod slowly. Yoongi sighs wearily, he has had five-year-old patients with more survival instinct than these three.
“I'll look at your nose” Yoongi inserts the rhinoscope into both of Jimin's nostrils and lifts them up to get a good view inside. With three taps he turns on the front light of his head and sees it.
A beige mass in the right nostril completely obstructing the airflow on that side. He feels Jungkook and Taehyung on his back, both curious to see as well.
“When we get home I'll cut those hairs off.”
“Tae!”
Yoongi steps aside and grabs a tweezer from the tool table “I'll get it out of you quickly, but you must stay still as it may fall backwards into your airway and there you really won't be able to breathe anymore.”
He instantly regrets his choice of words when he sees the horrified faces of Jimin and his two friends. He is good at his job, he solves every situation that comes his way and heals his patients, but communication is something he still needs to get better at.
“I'm scared” Jimin's eyes fill with unshed tears. Jungkook instantly rushes to his side to take his hand in a reassuring squeeze.
“Relax we are here with you and Dr. Min is very skilled, isn't he?” Jungkook looks at him pointing his head towards his blond friend who is about to burst into tears.
On an impulse Yoongi grabs Jimin's hand in the need to make him feel better. The blond looks at him stunned, but then his lips draw into a soft smile and his eyes turn into crescents releasing a few tears “I trust you.”
Yoongi feels his breath catch at the precious sight, he wants to receive that smile every day of his life and be the one responsible for bringing them on.
With all his will he forces himself to untangle his hands and get into action. He puts Jimin's head back in position, turns on the light and with his tools proceeds to carefully remove the peanut with the tweezers.
The whole procedure takes a minute, yet it feels like an eternity to Jimin. Yoongi's presence in his personal space makes him nervous, and that he is seeing the soul of his nose only makes the situation worse. He feels so embarrassed to meet him like this, surely, he is the person with the stupidest problem he attended to today. He wants to go back in time and not accept the stupid challenge, but if he refused, he would have never had the chance to cross Min Yoongi.
“Ready” Yoongi holds the peanut with his tweezers and sets it down on a gauze pad on his worktable.
All eyes in the room turn to the tiny nut that caused so much trouble tonight.
“Can I take a picture?” Taehyung asks already with his cell phone in hand.
“Can we take it? You know for the anecdote” Jungkook speaks without taking his eyes off the nut.
Yoongi shrugs, “They can do whatever they want with it.”
Jimin watches as Taehyung quickly snaps a picture before Jungkook starts carefully folding the gauze to take it home. Yoongi frees his hands from the gloves and tosses them into the trash can in moves that Jimin can only define as sexy.
The blond stands up and walks towards the doctor who is completing the discharge form. When he feels Jimin in front of him he looks up and for the umpteenth time tonight their gazes are connected, both feel like an electric shock down their spine every time they look at each other.
Jimin wants to thank him for his help with a kiss, or maybe a hug, however, he nervously just passes his hand for a silly greeting. Yoongi takes it without hesitation.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime” Yoongi winks at her playfully.” Promise me you won't try to introduce any other food into your nose please, only to your mouth.”
Jimin feels the blood rise to his chubby cheeks from embarrassment and hides behind his free hand.
“Promise.”
“Okay” Yoongi gives him a smile that shows all teeth and gums.” And you two, no silly challenges with food from now on.”
Jungkook and Taehyung give thumbs up at the same time smiling. His friends will kill him one of these days.
“It’s late enough let's go to sleep” exclaims Taehyung “Thanks Doc, see ya” he takes Jungkook's hand and they both walk out of the office leaving the door open.
Yoongi doesn't want to let go of Jimin but he has no excuse to keep him there any longer. He should ask for his number, he thinks, he should invite him for coffee, but no words come out of his mouth.
Slowly Jimin withdraws his hand and walks away “Thanks for everything Min Yoongi.”
The blond looks at him expectantly, but Yoongi does nothing but nod slightly. Jimin's smile falters a bit before he turns and walks out of the office.
Yoongi plops down at his desk with his hands on his head scolding himself for the pitiful role he just played and for letting go of the most beautiful man on planet earth. He will regret this probably until he lies prostrate on his deathbed.
Wearily he walks to the back area of the place where the guard bedroom is located, throws himself on the mattress and closes his eyes with the image of certain plump lips before surrendering to sleep.
The loud beeping sound from his cell phone startles Yoongi awake. He gropes for the source of the sound and turns it off. He wants to continue sleeping, but there are only two hours left before the change of watch and he still has some work to do.
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With what little strength he has, he gets out of bed and prepares to make the tour of the patients under his care upstairs. There are only three people, so he takes time with each one to evaluate their improvement during the night and the possibility that they may be able to go home.
The sincere words of thanks from the patients always make his heart skip a beat, those ephemeral moments when he realizes that his hands, his intelligence and all his hard work helped others, keep Yoongi striving to be a better professional.
Even though he feels satisfied he still feels exhausted, he wants to get home and sleep all day in his twin bed. With that thought in mind, Yoongi heads back to his office to grab his wallet, but when he opens the door, he is met with a surprise.
Jimin is sitting cross-legged at his desk in what appears to be his pajamas. The warm sweatshirt and overzise sweater make Jimin look smaller and to Yoongi such an image causes trouble in his heart.
The blond smiles “Hey” he raises his hand slightly and shakes it “I heard you like to have a good coffee for breakfast at this hour” he points to the two thermal cups on the desk.
“I also brought some sandwiches and brownies, I don't know if you're team salty or sweet” Jimin rubs the back of his neck a little in nervousness. ” The only information I could get from the nurses is that you like tangerines.”
From cloth bag at his feet, Jimin pulls out into view a bag with a bunch of tangerines.
Yoongi bursts out laughing and walks up to Jimin with the most dazzling smile possible and takes him by the hand “I love it.”
With his heart pounding and adrenaline rushing through his arteries, Yoongi leaves a fleeting kiss on the back of the blond's hand. “Okay! Park Jimin, tell me about yourself I need information to take you on dates and so far all I know is your weird peanut fetish!”