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Assistant: Title: a dose of salt
        Author: Daisyjjang Daisyjjang 
        Chapter: 1/10 
        Summary: Park Jimin is a renown cardiothoracic surgeon—a genius, a medical prodigy, the best surgeon at the hospital. He’s kind, friendly, handsome, and patient. He’s also the son of the hospital’s Chairman. But nobody needs to know that since he’s worked for and earned everything he’s accomplished on his own without the help of nepotism.Everyone loves him. Everyone but Jeon Jungkook, the hot new military trauma surgeon straight out of the army. The decorated veteran is brilliant and quick witted, but has a hot temper and absolutely zero tolerance for b@llsh@t. When Park Jimin makes a bad first impression on him, things get extremely salty between the two very different personalities.
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        Contents: Chapter 1: protocol
    

    


      
        
          
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    “I didn’t get any sleep. I was up all night. The sleeping pill didn’t even work,” Suji frowns looking at Jimin. Suji was one of Jimin’s longest patients—never a good thing when you’ve had a patient for too long. Unlike other instances in life, the best reward for a doctor was never seeing your patient again as it meant they were healthy and well. “Can I please get another dose, Dr. Park? I’m so tired. I’m completely exhausted. I just.. want to sleep,” she starts tearing up from frustration.The room is still dark as the curtains are still drawn and he didn’t turn the light on when entering as it was still very early in the morning. Jimin watches the monitor for a few seconds to observe her vitals. He knew of that hell: not being able to fall asleep when you were utterly tired and exhausted. Mix that with wheezing, chest pain, coughing, beeping sounds, and wires connected all over your body? How could anyone get a proper sleep here?“Another rough night, huh?” Jimin says regretfully now facing Suji when speaking to her. “You look good though right now, your vitals are stable. Coughing kept you up again?”“Yep. I just… I just want to f@ck@ng sleep.” She’s crying by now. “Can you please give me something doctor? Please,” she pleads with desperateness.Jimin smiles at her empathetically, “it’s morning now, and the rest of the team will want to see you for rounds and talk to you-““It’s…” Suji looks up at the clock and says, “not even 6am yet. You guys never come around till like 9. Sometimes later. I can get a few hours of sleep if I can manage to fall asleep now so can you please give me something. Stronger than what I got last night. I am so tired, Dr. Park. Please.” Tears fill the 22 year old’s eyes.Jimin wonders every single f@ck@ng day if he’s working in the right field. Sure, he has the brains of a genius and he’s renown in the medical world after one of his groundbreaking scholarly article on congestive heart failure was published. And his magical hands full of precision and meticulousness have saved so many lives in surgery. Really, his CV was outstanding by the young age of 31; he was a medical prodigy.But he was far too much of an empathetic person and wonders when the desensitization affect will kick in for him in his career. He’s already been working in this field for years and still, his heart hurt with each and every single one of his patients.Jimin would always come into work a bit earlier before his shift so he could make his unofficial rounds alone to check on all his patients, chit chat with them a little, see how they were feeling, even though he’d make his rounds officially with the whole team. He’s been doing this ever since he was an intern, which is understandable since as a junior being on the bottom of the hierarchy you’d want to go above and beyond. But he never stopped this practice even during his residency and now as an attending, he still made his informal quick visits before he started his work shift and sometimes even after on his way out if he still had any energy left. He was that kind of doctor. The kind who genuinely cared about his patients as humans and not a mere patient ID number. Dr. Park Jimin is not only an expert cardiothoracic surgeon, but because of his empathetic heart, he really embodied the definition of a physician.And right now, Suji’s tears were breaking his heart.“How about this, I’ll put in orders for another sleep aid and I’ll put you at the bottom of our morning rounds list. I’ll tell the nurse to try to get your labs done right now as soon as I leave so they don’t wake you up later.” he smiles with a small smile. “Sound good?”Suji sniffles and nods, wiping her nose with the loose end of her hospital gown short sleeve. Jimin walks over to the sink and grabs some tissues for his patient. “O-okay. Thank you doctor…”“Suji… I know it’s hard. I know you’re frustrated. But hang in there, okay?” Jimin gently touches her shoulder and gives a small, encouraging nod. “We’ll get through this. I’m gonna let you sleep now. I’ll go put the orders in for the Ambien right now, okay?”“Kay,” Suji nods, pulling up the thin, tough hospital blanket trying to get comfortable again in her hospital bed. Jimin is almost at the door when Suji smiles weakly and says, “I like your shirt, doctor. You have good style.”Jimin turns around and chuckles. He was still in his regular clothes with his backpack on because Suji was literally his first stop. He’d always be in his plain clothes and not his scrubs if he was starting a morning shift and doing his informal visits. “This old thing? I just threw it on, haha.”“You’re a good doctor, Doctor Park. And you have good fashion sense too. I’m really glad you’re my main attending doctor. I hope if I ever get out of here you’ll go on a date with me,” she smiles and looks like she has some life in her after all.Jimin laughs and covers his face with his hand. This was Suji’s fifth time asking him out like this but it was still amusing and cute to the doctor that his patient was so bold and straightforward.“Please?” She smiles cheekily.“Let’s focus on getting you better first, okay?”~
  “SERGEANT BAEK, SERGEANT BAEK STAY WITH ME. YOU’RE OKAY, YOU’RE OKAY. STAY WITH ME, COME ON YOU GOT THIS OKAY. WE’RE GONNA BE OKA-“

  “AGHHHHHHHH,” the injured soldier screams in pain as Jungkook picks him up and carries him over to a sheltered spot with two other soldiers following behind them.

  There was a huge explosion and his comrade was suffering a blast injury, his whole body just mangled, limbs looking like they were hanging on by threads of skin, wires and shards of devices inches deep in his abdomen. 

  It’s a living nightmare.

  Jungkook barks orders at the two other soldiers directing them what to do with the small medical box they managed to keep safe as he himself starts literally tying up the man’s arteries with his bare hands.

  Blood everywhere, stomach, chest, legs-

  *BOOM*
 “Hey. Hey you okay??!” Yugyeom comes flying into Jungkook’s bedroom after hearing him scream.3:34am. Jungkook pants and looks over at the clock and then at the ceiling remembering he was in his room at home with his roommate, safe and sound.“Sh@t. You’re sweating so much, Kook. Again?”Jungkook is still heaving from the horrible nightmare. Or, in more accurate terms, the flashback. “Yeah,” he answers quietly. “I’m okay. Go to sleep Yeom. Sorry.”It has been almost 3 months since he’s been out of the army but the nightmares didn’t seem to stop. Sometimes it’d happen multiple times a week, sometimes if he got lucky, he’d go two weeks without one.I couldn’t save you. I’m… I’m so f@ck@ng sorry. He squeezes his eyes shut as if doing so would erase the vivid memories of that day. A tear drop falls from Jungkook’s eyes but he’s glad his roommate Yugyeom didn’t turn the lights on so he couldn’t see.After Jungkook got out of the army, he spent a two whole months at his parents just enjoying their company and being in the comfort of his childhood home. It was exactly he needed in trying to ease back into the civilian world after all the horrible things he’s experienced while on deployment. When he had decided to accept the trauma surgeon job offer at Seoul Medical Center, his good friend Yugyeom had told him he could crash with him until he got settled down or for as long as he’d like. He’s been here for a month now and he’s lost count how many times he’d woken up his friend because of his screaming in the middle of the night. He hadn’t planned on getting his own place just yet as Yugyeom’s condo was huge and he was living rent-free since his friend was a millionaire and wouldn’t accept rent money from him. Plus, the two of them got along really well as roommates, so he was just going to take his time and go with the flow in terms of apartment hunting. But Jungkook is thinking he should perhaps start apartment hunting now after all. He felt horrible for waking Yugyeom up yet again.“Dude, don’t even be sorry, Kook. You need anything? Water?” Yugyeom was always so kind and sympathetic but Jungkook knew the man still had to get up for work in a few hours.“No no. I’m okay. Honestly. Thanks man,” Kook says quietly. “Hey. I think I’m gonna start looking for my own place. My job starts next week… so I think I’m gonna look for an apartment a bit closer, ya know?”“Hey, if it’s because you feel bad or something, honestly, don’t. I told you this, I love having a roommate, much better than coming home to my idiot friend than an empty apartment,” Yugyeom teases. “But if it’s because you really want your own place, then okay, you know I’ll be there to help you move and unpack.”“Thanks Yugyeom. You’re a good friend. Really. Thanks for everything these past two months.”~“She was seven, Jimin,“ Taehyung says staring blankly off into space holding his still barely eaten chicken caesar wrap. He and Jimin were taking their lunch in the hospital cafeteria. They rarely ever took a proper lunch and hardly ate in the cafeteria. Usually, they would just quickly shove down ramen down their throats in their office while reading charts or researching and call it good. But today, pediatric cardiac surgeon Dr. Kim Taehyung had walked out of the hospital doors after losing one of his patients.As soon as Jimin heard of this patient’s death, he knew his best friend was not okay. He’d wandered around the hospital and finally found Taehyung outside sitting on a bench by the furthest parking lot. The two friends just sat there in silence for about 15 minutes until Jimin finally dragged them both inside to the cafeteria to get some food in their empty stomachs.“I know,” Jimin says apologetically. “I know babe.”“I… If I just got there two minutes early, no, maybe even just one more minute earli-““Stop Tae. You can’t do that to yourself,” Jimin reaches a hand across the table and gently holds Taehyung’s. “We can’t do that to ourselves. You did what you could. You always do. We always do. Come on, you gotta eat. We have a long shift ahead still. We gotta be good for all of our other patients, right?”It sounded so cruel. The way they just had to eat their lunch and move on with their work shift as if they were just in some desk job and lost a pen, or a shoplifter ran out with a garment while you were in the middle of stocking the jeans in a retail shop. A long shift. As if he didn’t just lose a human, a child on his watch, a child who loved ballet, coloring, and penguins. She loved penguins. She’d go on and on telling Dr. Taetae all the facts she knew about them whenever he’d stop by for rounds.“Penguins are the best animals because they only love one penguin for their whooole lives!” She’d say. Taehyung wipes his eyes and starts eating his chicken wrap amidst his tears.He knew Jimin was right. He had to go on with his day—his shift. He had too many other children depending on him to give them his best. Too many sick children and their parents hoping and praying he can work magic in their lives.Once the two cardiac surgeons finish up their chicken caesar wraps in which they both forcibly stuffed down knowing they wouldn’t be eating again for many hours, Jimin gives him a long, warm embrace, and they walk out of the cafeteria together. Across the room by the other cafeteria entrance stands Seokjin, Chief of Surgery, personally giving Jungkook a tour of the hospital. Jungkook had received job offers from all across the country for their trauma surgeon position.He had amazing recommendations by his government superiors for his excellent service as a military doctor and received many awards and accolades for both his active duty service and for his medical merits. While Seokjin wasn’t surprised Jungkook ultimately accepted the offer at SMC since it was the most prestigious hospital in the country after all and they made him an offer no physician could ever refuse, he was nonetheless genuinely thrilled to have the best trauma surgeon join his team.Seokjin’s friend was Jungkook’s superior, a major in the military and he had told him about Jeon Jungkook and all his amazing feats in the field. Seoul Medical Center had been doing poorly with numbers when it came to their trauma department as many of the best surgeons had recently retired. There was a sudden increase in the death rates and the board was not happy with him. So when his friend had told him his best medical officer was separating from the military after his term ended, Seokjin made it his mission to get Jeon Jungkook on his team.  “The cafeteria was remodeled only last year so you got lucky! It was not… definitely not this great before. And the food is surprisingly good, not just bearable. It’s impressive really. There’s a joke around the area that SMC’s hospital food is so good they’d come here just to eat! Then of course there is the restaurant floor on the ground level, there’s a Starbucks, an Udon shop, Lotteria, ah, we’ll go down there too and you can see for yourself…“Seokjin’s voice trails off as a distant sound when Jungkook spots a beautiful man sitting at a table. A doctor perhaps, as he’s in his white coat. But then again he could be a nurse practitioner, a physician’s assistant, a physical therapist, even a nurse—who knows. White coats weren’t only worn by doctors anymore. He’s got jet black hair, a face that seems both cute yet somehow intimidating, a sharp jaw, huge lips, and the most beautiful set of eyes Jungkook has ever seen, even from this distance. The man reaches his hand across the table and holds the other man’s hands. He’s probably a surgeon, Jungkook guesses. Because he’s wearing blue scrubs and a colorful scrub cap seemingly some sort of cartoon design. Jungkook shakes his thoughts off when he sees the both of them get up from their table and hug. It’s a rather long and intimate embrace. Jungkook looks away and nods at Seokjin pretending he was paying attention the whole time.“Ah, those two are at it again,” Seokjin chuckles, trailing his eyes from Jungkook’s to the other cafeteria entrance where Jungkook was staring. Seokjin wasn’t blind. He knew Jungkook was staring at his subordinates Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung.Ah, so they must be a thing, Jungkook thinks upon hearing the Chief’s words. Of course he’s taken. He’s never seen anyone so beautiful. Jungkook was absolutely mesmerized.“Married?” Seokjin risks asking the personal question as they stroll through the cafeteria, passing by the nice lunch ladies who adored Seokjin. He smiles and gives small bows to them like the still humble, grounded man he is and the ahjummas giggle shyly and whisper amongst each other about the handsome chief of surgery was walking with another new handsome doctor. Seokjin had a way of making people feel comfortable and open up to him. Obviously, Jungkook didn’t have to answer the question as it was completely non-work related, but he does anyway because it’s a conversation starter after all.“No sir,” Jungkook replies as he awkwardly smiles at the lunch ladies and all the cafeteria-goers’ eyes. No one could look away when two handsome doctors were strolling past them. They looked stunning and powerful in their good looks and white coats.“Please, call me Seokjin,” Seokjin chuckles and pats Jungkook’s shoulder in a friendly manner. “You’re not in the military any more.”“Right.” Jungkook says. “No. No I’m not married. Seokjin.”“Ah, well. That’s never a bad thing for us, right? Less people we gotta feel guilty about when we get called into work or come home too late because of an emergency operation.”Jungkook just nods. They continue walking past all the options of food and Seokjin points at some sandwiches.“And that sandwich over there,” Seokjin leans in a bit closer and whispers, “it’s gross. Don’t eat that sandwich, haha. Everything else here has my blessing though.” Jungkook laughs.“Duly noted.”~Jimin fidgets and spins his SMC pen with his right hand as he listens to Seokjin ramble on with his lecture. The lecture hall was filled with doctors for this all hands meeting as they were finally meeting their new trauma surgeon. After he and Taehyung split after their depressing lunch, Jimin was in surgery all afternoon so he didn’t even get a chance to meet, let alone get a glimpse of the new doctor.He knew the hospital numbers for trauma-related deaths were at an alarmingly high rate ever since a few months ago. The medical board of directors were not happy. Jimin would know—his father was the chairman of the board of directors.“And that wraps it up for today’s lecture. Please, don’t p@ss me off like last week and try to bypass the new form standards.” The room is filled with groans by all the doctors. Seokjin adds on, “I know, I know. It’s tedious, it’s boring, and we hate it. I know. We hate paperwork but it’s a part of the job. We save lives and then we fill out paperwork about it. You guys are gonna be doing it for the rest of your careers so I highly suggest you get used to it and stop trying to skimp out or p@wn it off for the nurses and assistants to do it for you. Do the paperwork properly.” Seokjin says firmly as he scans the audience of his subordinates trying to make eye contact with each and every one even if it’s for a millisecond.“Now for the fun part. Come on out Captain.”Jimin watches from the very last row as he was one of the last ones into the meeting because his surgery had gone longer than he’d expected. He squints his eyes trying to get a closer look at the newbie walking up to the podium. He looked tall, broad, and very, very handsome. Seokjin steps aside and lets the new physician do his own talking.“My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>,” Jungkook goes straight into it, no hellos or his. He hates, hates public speaking in a formal setting like this. “I’m the new trauma doctor. Just got out of the army few months ago. I was out on the field so I experienced a lot in the four years as a military physician. Anyways, happy to be here and start working with you all.”It’s a simple and short introduction. He’s already back in his seat in the front row before Seokjin even knows it. “Thank you, Doctor Jeon. We’ve all been anticipating your arrival and can’t wait to work with you as well. It’s an honor for Seoul Medical Center to have you here with us. And of course, we all thank you for your service.” He smiles proudly.Jungkook gives an awkward and embarrassed small nod and smile back. Another thing Jungkook hated? Getting attention drawn to him like this and being praised. He was always so bashful, feeling embarrassed whenever someone would complimenting him in front of people. Seokjin finally wraps up the meeting. “Please, everyone, take a few moments to introduce yourselves to Dr. Jeon before heading out. Let’s all give him a warm welcome.”The room is filled with applause and everyone starts getting out of their seats.Jimin looks at Jungkook being surrounded by doctors but then he sees Taehyung get up and leave the lecture hall and so he goes after him. He’ll have to meet the new surgeon later. If it were any other day, Taehyung would have ran over to Jimin teasingly raising his eyebrows mischievously implying Jimin hit on the new hottie, since Jimin was single. But today is not the day. Jungkook from the corner of his eyes, catches the sight of Jimin leaving. It’s that cute guy from the cafeteria… so he is a doctor. A rude one. Not even introducing himself I see, he thinks.When Jimin catches up with Taehyung he gently squeezes Taehyung’s shoulder and they walk the whole way back to their office.“You good?” Jimin asks. “You’re gonna come out to drink tonight, right? You should Tae. We can talk about it. Let it all out over a beer.” They had plans to meet for drinks with Yoongi and Namjoon tonight at their usual bar that all the SMC surgeons went to.“No. I’m gonna go home. I don’t want to talk about it,” Taehyung says heading toward their office to get his belongings. All Taehyung wanted to do was get in bed and cry. He couldn’t shake off the image of his young patient, Somi dying right in front of him. They eventually hear the bustle of a bunch of doctors behind them. “Okay..” Jimin says rubbing his hand up and down Taehyung’s back to comfort him.Jungkook answers questions left and right that the doctors all bombard him with; his jaws hurt from forcing on a smile so much. He sees ahead of them, that cute doctor caressing the other’s back and then giving him another hug. Soon, the two doctors enter an office and disappear from Jungkook’s sight.Jungkook can’t believe just how annoyed he is. The two guys clearly heard all the commotion of the group talking behind them yet they didn’t even bother to turn around and look back to greet him and introduce themselves? But they had enough time to display their public affections with each other at work. Civilians. Lack of basic respect. And they look really young too. Probably residents, Jungkook thinks. Taehyung had immediately left after grabbing his stuff but Jimin stayed longer than he had planned because Suji ended up having to be intubated. He’s so upset because now they’ll be once again at square one and he’s already imaging the look on Suji’s face when he sees her for his next shift. She will be filled with nothing but utter hopelessness and disappointment. Jimin wants to scream. He wishes there was just more he could do for his patients. But really, doctors are nothing but humans too in the end. Humans who happen to be extremely well-read. That was it. He wasn’t god, he wasn’t a magician, he wasn’t a fairy, though many called him one as a nickname. If only I really were a wish granting fairy.. I’d make all their pain go away… I’m sorry Suju… He’s distressed with thoughts of what to do with Suji’s care plan when he’s finally on his way out of the hospital and runs into Seokjin and Jungkook.“Jimin!” Seokjin says. “Finally leaving?”Jimin nods. He looks completely drained and over it. He was already feeling down because he was worried about Taehyung, and now he was feeling even worse having to leave his shift with the image of intubating Suji. So much happens in one work day inside these hospital walls, he thinks. The last time Taehyung lot a patient that he got close to, he had spiraled. Jimin had seen him at his worst, where Taehyung was drinking all day, almost got fired because he hadn’t shown up for his shifts and then altogether considered genuinely quitting his career as a physician crying to Jimin that he just wasn’t made for this. Crying that he killed a baby. Crying that his failure to save the toddler was no different than him being a killer. Crying that he was a doctor and he failed to do his job and save the child. It was a dark time for Taehyung. So Jimin’s mind is preoccupied thinking of how to comfort Taehyung to make sure it doesn’t happen again, what to do with all his own patients for his shift tomorrow, Suji being back on the ventilator, his mind is full of chaos and worry.So when he runs into Seokjin and the new doctor, he’s curt and appears absent minded; he’s not his usual, cheerful self.“You okay, Park?” Seokjin asks.“Yeah. Just… tired,” Jimin says blandly.“This is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>. Don’t think you’ve had a chance to meet yet, right?”“Park Jimin. Cardiothoracic surgeon. Welcome to the team,” Jimin says expressionless. The two shake hands. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jungkook. Sure you already heard I’m the new trauma surgeon.”“Yeah. Well, I have to go.”And just like that Jimin turns around to exit the hospital.What a stuck up dude, Jungkook thinks scoffing internally as he watches Jimin’s small-framed back view get further and further away. He’s really got a bad impression of this Park Jimin now.No matter how cute he may be.  Seokjin doesn’t say anything because he assumes Jimin is probably just hurriedly getting back to Taehyung. Seokjin is aware Taehyung’s patient died today on his watch so he knows the pediatric surgeon is not okay but Seokjin has been so busy with getting Jungkook settled in and meetings back to back that he didn’t even get a second to talk to Taehyung today.~Things eventually get back to normal again for Jimin and Taehyung, as normal as it can get for the surgeons. By now, Jungkook mostly ignores Jimin and if they have to interact, he’s very cold to him. Jimin is confused why because he doesn’t think of their time first time meeting since he was genuinely distraught that evening when Seokjin introduced them to each other. He doesn’t know why Jungkook is so cold to him but he too doesn’t care. He’s indifferent towards the new trauma surgeon.No matter how hot he may be.Their dynamic remains like this for a while. Jimin doesn’t hate the guy but he just doesn’t get why Jungkook seems so irritated by him whenever they do need to interact. One day after Jungkook had been at SMC for about three weeks, Jimin is confronted with an instance of Jungkook not following a minor protocol. It annoys him but he lets it go because in the end, everything had worked out and the patient was fine.“I didn’t care much about him at first but when it affects work, that’s when I start caring ya know? I mean, yeah the patient is okay but what if he does that again? He thinks he runs the place and can ignore hospital protocol cuz why? Cuz he was a military doctor?? So? He’s not anymore. He’s in a hospital not out in some dessert in camo uniform. He’s slowly starting to annoy me,” Jimin rants. He was on the couch in Seokjin’s huge office while munching on some kimbap, and Seokjin was at his desk working on his computer listening to Jimin ramble.“It’s just different. Try to remember Jimin, his work experience was a lot different than what we have, he’s just learning to adjust,” Seokjin says. He knew Jimin was absolutely right about the protocol comment, he too had initially been very upset when he first found out but seeing that the patient was fine in the end, and it wasn’t a high-risk action Seokjin just gave Jungkook an informal friendly verbal warning. “Give it some time, Jimin.”“I know I know. I’m just annoyed. He just.. he’s so cocky? And when he’s not cocky he’s flat out cold to me. I don’t know what I did so wrong like he seems fine with everyone else? Whatever. I don’t care. Hey, this kimbap is really good. Where’d you get it?? It doesn’t seem like it’s from e-mart?”“He’s just reserved. He’s not the chattiest guy. Don’t be too hard on him, Park. He seems like a nice guy. You know I had a drink with him the other day. Finally. I’ve been so busy haven’t had a chance. But he’s a good guy. And the kimbap’s made from my mom.”“Oh you did?” Jimin shrugs “Tae didn’t tell me that.”“Yep, Namjoon was there too.” Seokjin replies. “He’s a nice guy, Jimin. Brilliant too.”“Well, I’m not saying he’s not a nice person or that he’s not a qualified physician. I honestly don’t care what he’s like personally. But if he dares speaks to me like how he did with patient Woo ever again, I’m not gonna be nice this time. Hospital protocols exist for a reason.” Jimin says with a matter-of-fact tone.“You really sound like your father’s son,” Seokjin laughs. Jimin rolls his eyes and says, “I’m speaking as me, Park Jimin, a surgeon, a professional of this hospital. Not, Park Jinhyuk’s son.”Jimin liked order, standards, and structure. He assessed the pros and cons, all the possible options and evaluated what would bring the best long-term beneficial results; he saw the bigger picture. He always made sure he did his medical research and paperwork thoroughly, learned from his mistakes and drew up ways on how to avoid the same mistake twice. To Jimin, it was important he think long-term instead of focusing on just the short-term issue at hand because in the end, the best result was never seeing the same patient coming into the hospital doors ever again. He understood that some things took time, and that was okay as long as there was a bigger picture end goal.Jungkook on the other hand was trained to think quickly, and act on whatever would save the person now. Immediate results. Out on the field there were no time to research scholarly journals on various medical topics or to make lists on legal notepads of what would be the best next step for the patient or to wait for a prescription order to go through the computer system. Four years as a military doctor gave him a different kind of experience and wisdom that some civilian doctors might never live to encounter. Because of his this, Jungkook thinks very outside the box and found majority of the hospital protocols absolutely b@llsh@t. He hated the hospital politics of doctors in their clean white coats and board members in their expensive suits sitting around deliberating what to do with patient XYZ, while patients were suffering and dying on the floor. It made him sick.Naturally, the two b@tt heads a lot with their opposite personalities and approaches to medicine. Based on Jungkook’s first impression of Jimin and the few times he’s now worked with Jimin, he finds the cardiothoracic surgeon to be stuck up and pretentious; Jungkook could give two sh@ts about hospital bureaucracy. And Jimin is just confused as to why Jungkook seems to hate him so much, but he doesn’t care enough to make any issue out of it—he’s stil indifferent about the trauma surgeon. They manage to co-exist inside SMC because ultimately, both surgeons had the same goal: to treat patients and get them well.~“What’s going on?!” Jimin runs into the patient’s room and sees Jungkook, his team of trauma residents, and two nurses with worried expressions huddled behind Jungkook who was talking to a violently raging, screaming patient. “Dr. Jeon what’s going on?”Jimin was in the middle of talking to another patient when he got paged to hurry over to patient Cha, He was a 54 year old man with no serious prior medical history, who’d come into the trauma center about a month ago after being involved in a huge, fatal 5-car pile-up. Jungkook had immediately intubated him that day. After that, everything went downhill for the patient with all sorts of complications in his heart and lungs. He had been on the ventilator for almost two weeks and then had to get a trach tube placed in his throat so that he could breathe. His kidneys weren’t functioning properly so he was also on dialysis and taking heavy doses of diuretics. He was swollen, angry, frustrated and miserable.“I want this OUT. It’s been 2? 3? Weeks?! GET THIS F@CK@NG THING OUT OF ME PLEASE. YOU SAID TUESDAY AND NOW IT’S FRIDAY. I WANT THIS OUT. YOU BETTER NOT F@CK@NG LEAVE FOR THE WEEKEND WITHOUT TAKING THIS OUT OF ME,” Mr. Cha screams at Jungkook. When he sees Jimin has entered the room, he starts screaming at him too. “YOU, YOU’RE THE ONE STOPPING HIM FROM TAKING THIS TRACH OUT, HUH? I’M GOING CRAZY. GET THIS THING OUT!”Jungkook actually agreed. He thinks this patient is well enough to try taking the trach out of his throat. He wasn’t nearly in the critical condition as he was when he first came in. Frankly, he wanted to try taking the tube out on Tuesday so they could move forward with the next step in trying to get Mr. Cha better and out of here. Jungkook was used to moving onto the next patient as soon as the one at hand was stable at the bare minimum. Other than one setback, Mr. Cha’s recovery seemed to be improving, slowly but surely, which in Jungkook’s mind meant there were more urgent cases that could use his medical attention and more sick patients who could be in this hospital bed. The faster Mr. Cha was out of here, the better for everyone. But when the team was discussing on Tuesday, Jimin had convinced everyone it was just too soon and that they should hold off a few more days.Mr. Cha was in such a critical state when he first came in and for that first week that he had several attendings from trauma, cardiology, pulmonoly, otorhinolaryngology, and nephrology all on his care team—Jungkook being one of them. Jimin was the main attending and so even though Jungkook was also an attending, he had to get Jimin to sign off on any action. Annoying.“Hi Mr. Cha, did something else happen? Remember why I said we should hold off until Monday to see about getting that trach out? I just want to make sure that when we do finally get that out, you’ll be truly on the road to recovery and won’t have any setbacks. I don’t want to take it out only to have it be too soon and you unable to handle breathing on your own and us having to put it back in. It’ll just extend your full recovery in the long-run. Does that mak-““THEN WHY DID YOU SAY TUESDAY, HUH!? YOU SAID YOU’D TAKE IT OUT TUESDAY. IT’S F@CK@NG FRIDAY YOU ARE NOT LEAVING THIS HOSPITAL UNTIL YOU TAKE THIS THING OUT. I AM SICK OF IT. I WANT THIS OUT. I DON’T WANT THIS IN MY THROAT, I WANT TO EAT REAL FOOD, I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE, I WANT THIS THING OUT.”“Mr. Cha please. Calm down.” The heart rate monitor starts beeping because the man is getting so worked up. “Please. Like I stated this morning, the reason we didn’t take it out on Tuesday is because you still had so much secretion. That day alone you had to suction so many times. I’m just afraid that if we take it out now, we risk-““I think we could take it out.” Jungkook finally speaks. Jimin looks at him horrified. How dare he verbally speak his dissent in front of the patient. “As of right now, this instant, he’s fine. If he’s not, we’ll put it back in but we’re wasting tim-““Dr. Jeon, can I have a word,” Jimin cuts in as he’s already walking toward the door. “Mr. Cha we’ll be right back, just going to discuss really quick. Mr. Cha curses and continues screaming at him but Jimin ignores it and exits the room.Jimin is p@ss@d.“What are you doing?!” Jimin yells at Jungkook in the hall as soon as the Jungkook has fully closed the door to Mr. Cha’s room. The trauma surgeon told his residents to stay in there and wait while he talked to Jimin. The nurses and staff walking around eye each other awkwardly seeing Dr. Park so angry. Jimin walks a few meters away from Mr. Cha’s room and further into the hallway.“Well Dr. Park, I was trying to treat my patient but now I’m out here wasting time talking to you-““That is enough,” Jimin says angrily. “Did you not go to medical school? Did you not socialize with others while in school to know that you don’t do this to a fellow colleague? Or do you just lack common sense? Isn’t it the first rule amongst us physicians, like that unspoken rule we all know to not f@ck@ng disagree with and propose sh@t that hasn’t been discussed first in front of the patient?! You completely disrespected me in there, not just in front of MY patient, but also the residents, you interrupted me when I was-““Listen Park, I don’t f@ck@ng care for your little pissy power play tantrum. I’m here for MY patient and to get him BETTER. So save your crying fit for later when we don’t have a 54 year old man in there screaming at my residents and about to rip that trach out of his throat himself. We can keep waiting and waiting until ‘the perfect moment’ to take out the trach but when? When is that, huh? That moment is NOW. He’s stable now and he’s been stable all week, we should have went with the original plan and took it out Tuesday and monitored how he’d do all week without it. But no, you had to extend the plan and now here we are on a Friday afternoon. So f@ck@ng sign off on the action because I have a lot of other sh@t to do and patients to treat besides standing here listening to you cry over your hurt feelings.”Jimin’s jaw is open from shock. Now, he’s even more humiliated because more nurses and people in the hallway hears all of this. His fists are clenched on both sides and he takes one step closer to Jungkook. “Exactly. My patient. You need my sign off. Because he’s my patient.”“We all know he’s my patient and only yours on paper. But sure, let’s call him your patient. I don’t f@ck@ng care. God you and that big ego of yours. Are you a doctor or are you just collecting some weird power trip trophies, get a f@ck@ng grip, Park. The time and money we’ve already wasted standing out here because you wanted to talk instead of act and treat the patient is astounding. The salaries of the two nurses, my 5 residents, my time, your time,” Jungkook starts laughing sarcastically. “But I suppose you really must have a lot of time or none of your other patients must really be in urgent, critical condition. Fine. That’s you, but I have a lot of work to do so stop wasting everyone’s f@ck@ng time with your hospital politics b@llsh@t.”One of the nurses nearby covers her mouth, half from shock and half from amusement. Jimin is so angry he could punch this guy right now. Who does he think he is waltzing in here as if he suddenly owns the place when he’s only been here for about two months now? Disguising his nasty and disrespectful attitude as ‘just caring about treating the patient’.How. F@ck@ng. Dare. He.Jimin takes a long, deep sigh and tells himself to calm down and not get worked up. He is a respectful person unlike this cocky and rude former military doctor. Jimin speaks softly and tries to reason with him civilly. His parents always taught him, being kind and civil always usually did the trick. “Do you understand though, Dr. Jeon, why I am hesitant? Why this is my stance on Mr. Cha’s trach? Believe me, nobody wants get that tube out of him any more than I do. I hate seeing him so miserable. But even just yesterday, he had to suction seven times, is what the nurse said. Sure, he was your patient to begin with but like you acknowledged, he is my patient on paper and if something goes wrong, it’s on me. My decision is in his best interes-““OH FOR F@CKS SAKE JUST SIGN OFF THE F@CK@NG PAPER, PARK,” Jungkook storms off as if he didn’t take in anything Jimin just said. He opens the door and goes back into Mr. Cha’s room. Jimin paces after him and when he gets inside, Jungkook is huddled by the patient undoing the trach brace around his neck.“Dr. Jeon!” Jimin says loudly but as convincingly peaceful as possible. This new surgeon was flat out going against protocol again, completely disrespecting him and in front of everyone in the room, and putting the patient in possible harm because Jimin truly believed he was not ready for the trach to be taken out yet. He was not trying to be stubborn or win some ‘power play’ fight. The residents look at him and Jimin just forces a fake smile. They must think Jungkook and he had discussed and agreed to go ahead and take out the trach.“Dr. Jeon,” Jimin repeats when Jungkook gives no reply. He’s ignored yet again.“Alright, Mr. Cha. You ready?” The patient nods.~“Heard you had a little outburst yesterday in the C wing,” Yoongi says. He looks at Jungkook who is sitting on the couch across from him. Seokjin had strongly insisted, in other words, required Jungkook to see the psychiatrist, Dr. Min Yoongi. It was actually a benefit that came with his job offer—free sessions with the shrink. Seokjin knew someone who was serving his deployment out in the field might suffer some PTSD and so he included it as part of Jungkook’s job benefits. It wasn’t until now that Jungkook was making use of said benefit. Albeit, forced.“I’d say it was a disagreement,” Jungkook says blandly. He couldn’t believe he was wasting time sitting here in the psychiatrist’s office when he had patients to attend to. “I don’t know why the chief is making me do this. No offense to you. It’s not like I was wrong. Patient’s doing fine without the trach tube.”“This wasn’t your first time, Dr. Jeon. Disregarding hospital protocol and disrespecting a fellow colleague. Who also happens to be your sunbae in terms of seniority at this hospital.”“I assessed the situation and I did what I had to do and now the patient is doing fine and ‘on the road to recover’”, Jungkook mocks Jimin’s words from yesterday. “I’m sorry Dr. Park’s pride and feelings were hurt but this isn’t elementary school and I’m not here to give full grown adult doctors hugs and warm fuzzies because his feelings were hurt. The patient was going crazy from the trach and if I didn’t think he could breathe on his own, I wouldn’t have taken it out. It’s done and over with now and the patient is stable. Nothing went wrong. So I really don’t get why I’m here. Can I go now?”“Dr. Jeon you need to understand what you did wrong. All due respect to you doctor,” Yoongi pauses so he could carefully word what he’s going to say to this ex-military doctor and captain. “This is no longer the field. You are not in Loguay. You are in Seoul. At Seoul Medical Center. Listen, I’ll be real with you. I hate the politics of it all too. That’s what you hate, right? The bureaucracy, the paperwork, I get it. But this is how it is out here in the real civilian world.” He tries to relate with his patient Dr. Jeon Jungkook.“Yeah. I get it. Sorry. I won’t do it again,” Jungkook says but Yoongi can tell he’s just saying it to hurry and end this session.“You cannot keep ignoring SOPs. There’s a reason for them all. It’s a huge hospital with many doctors and too many patients. You have to be a team player here. You can’t just go doing whatever you want and then expecting the lead attending to sign off on something in which you already did without their approval.” Yoongi speaks gently the entire time. “Do you mind sharing with me what the dynamic was like with your own team in the military?”“Okay. So this is actually like my punishment huh. Or..?” Jungkook is annoyed.“Dr. Jeon, you do know that Chief Kim has been very, very lenient with you, right? Because he understands that you’re coming from a very different work background and things were probably done much differently. If it were anyone else, you would probably have gotten your first formal warning for yesterday’s behavior. You removed the trach from the patient without the lead attending approving the action. I don’t want to say this session is a punishment because that’s really not it. But I do hope you’ll take everything I’m saying seriously and that you’ll open up with what you feel like is preventing you from peacefully cooperating with the team.”Jungkook scoots his body to the edge of the couch, leans down and rests his elbows on his lap, folding his hands together. He looks at Yoongi dead straight in the eyes, “Dr. Min. Have you seen a man’s limbs hanging off by the threads of his skin? As you’re carrying him to shelter and your eyes burn from the dust and ears are ringing because the explosion was so loud. And your own head is pounding from the debris that hit you and your own legs are shaking while running carrying another full grown man on your back, because your leg has pieces of shard deep inside. And then you see another one of your men dismembered screaming at the top of his lungs because he’s in pain but you only have two hands, one back, and one roll of bandage and maybe a scalpel knife if it’s still even in your pockets. Do you? Have you heard cries of men, men that you spent the last few years with, screaming for help because they’re so in pain but you’re only one person? And the dust and debris won’t stop flying around and all you can do is pray to god that you make it out alive?”Yoongi doesn’t answer but sits there quietly sipping his coffee allowing Jungkook to go on.“Do you?” Jungkook is worked up. But this is good. This is exactly what Yoongi was hoping for. He’s worked with veterans before and they often bottled it up inside, suffering alone, trying to bury the painful memories away only for many of these men to end up going down a dark, lonely path of depression. “Do you f@ck@ng know what that’s like, doctor?”“No, I don’t Dr. Jeon,” Yoongi replies earnestly.“And that’s why you guys can all sit here wasting time with your Starbucks tumblers and clean white coats deliberating for f@ck@ng hours, no, days on one simple f@ck@ng action that I can assess and determine in two minutes. While more sick people await their turn to receive some medical attention from us. Maybe if Dr. Park wasn’t so busy caring about his pride, he’d actually be right more often.” Jungkook just had to add that last part. He couldn’t help it.Yoongi sets his Starbucks mug down on the coffee table and folds his hands together on his lap. “Do you feel that the doctors here don’t prioritize correctly?”“Yep.” Jungkook says.“How come?”“I literally just told you?”“You don’t think it’s possible the doctors are merely following protocol to maintain order and peace for the organization? It’s a big hospital you know. Just like it’s a big military. Didn’t… you have people following your orders too since you were a captain?”Jungkook and Yoongi stare at each other. Jungkook knows exactly where Yoongi is going with this and he’s not wrong. Yes, it’s true the military is literally based on orders. You only act on whatever order your superior gave you. Nothing more, nothing less. But when you’re in the middle of an explosion or enemy attack, you had to make do with what you had and who you even had left remaining. It’s what Jungkook got used to.“Look I get it. Yes, rules exist for a reason. I got it. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”“Dr. Jeon, like I said, this isn’t a punishment session. I’m not here so I can get an apology out of you. If anything, perhaps that’s something you might want to do with Dr. Park. You and I, we’re here to talk. That’s all. You can share more. Please do, I think it’ll really help your overall well-being and health. I’m happy to hear more.”“I’m good.”“You sure? You got a bit worked up there a second ago. I’d like to hear more, if you’re willing. We can work things out together. I’m sure you’ve suffered a lot being on active duty… it’s… it’s a big transition. I’ve worked with veterans in the past so I-““Nope I’m good. We done now?”“Okay. We’ll end here today and resume next time.” Yoongi doesn’t push it.“Uh, no thanks.”“It’s not an option,” Yoongi says.“What?”“Chief insists you continue sessions with me. Not too often, just once every two weeks.”“Ohh for f@cks sake,” Jungkook groans. “So it is punishment. Figured.”“Dr. Jeon it’s really not punishment. You were deployed. You were a military doctor out on the field. You’ve clearly been through a lot and it can affect your life being back in the civilian world and now that you’re here working this job, you have a lot of patients depending on you as well as colleagues that you need to cooperate with. Really, it’s for your own benefit. I will see you back here in two weeks.”Jungkook shakes his head annoyed while getting up and he leaves Dr. Min’s office.~“Sushi. And for you I got you California rolls and Udon, Jimin,” Seokjin says unpacking the take out boxes.Jimin and Seokjin were at Taehyung’s ready to eat a late dinner. Jimin reaches for his box of California rolls and udon container.“I’m right here,” Jimin says as he begins inhaling the udon. Taehyung and Seokjin smile at each other and giggle. Taehyung gives Jin one last kiss before diving into his food as well. “I miss the days of yore, before I caught you two f@ck@ng in the on call room.” Jimin says completely nonchalantly as he chews loudly and starts flipping through Netflix trying to pick something to watch completely ignoring the… quasi-couple flirting and displaying their affection for each other right in front of Jimin’s udon.“You’re so crass,” Taehyung says rolling his eyes. Seokjin laughs and grabs a salmon nigiri with his chopsticks and feeds it to Taehyung.“DO YOU MIND?!” Jimin rolls his eyes. “Tae, you have hands!! What you feeding him for hyung?! I’m gonna lose my appetite. I swear to god it’s like, ever since I caught you two, you don’t even BOTHER to hide anything anymore in front of me!!” Jimin and Seokjin were rather close outside of their boss-subordinate relationship because Seokjin often dealt with upper management and of course the board of directors, which Jimin’s father was a part of. The two just naturally ended up getting along and becoming friends after the multiple times Seokjin was invited to the Parks for dinner.“Well why should we. We got caught. Red handed,” Taehyung smirks.“I still have trauma. Oh god,” Jimin jokingly dramatically shivers his whole body. Well, it was true. He was forever traumatized by the sight of his boss and hyung, f@ck@ng his best friend against the desk in that on call room. That was already six months ago.“I mean, why don’t you guys just date already?” Jimin blurts. He was feeling brave today. He knew this was a touchy subject for the two but Jimin was in a mood.“Because,” Taehyung says quietly, but he doesn’t finish the sentence and instead quietly resumes eating his sushi. “Because Jimin. You know why.”“No, I know why you guys don’t want people at work to find out, but my question was why don’t you guys date already. I’d get why you wouldn’t wanna come public with your relationship at the hospital but why don’t you guys at least you know, have the relationship? Like actually date. In secret. But officially. Well, secret from work people.”“Because okay? Just drop it, Jimin.” Taehyung sounds serious so Jimin just drops it.“It’s just not the right time right now,” Seokjin says. Jimin looks over at Taehyung and sees his expression change. He looks hurt, like he’s about to cry but he’s keeping it in.“Yeah. Exactly,” Taehyung forces himself to say. He was totally and utterly in love with the older man. But things were so… complicated with the Kim Seokjin. Taehyung was a free spirit. The two lovers had discussed the status of their relationship before, three times now to be exact and it never ended well.If Taehyung gave a million reasons as to why they should just date officially and openly, Seokjin would return with a million and one reasons as to why it wasn’t a good idea.At least not yet. Not now.But when was a good time?“Hey, there’s no rush. We’re still young. I mean look at me! I am so, so single as f@ck,” Jimin chuckles lightly and gives Taehyung a warm smile. He suddenly feels guilty and awful for bringing this up. What he was aiming for was to corner Seokjin and get him to freaking commit and be official with Taehyung. Instead, he’d just made his best friend feel like sh@t. Taehyung nods slowly and gives Jimin a weak smile back.“Yeah. We’re still young. 30 is the new 20, right?” Taehyung says as quiet as a mouse.Jimin quickly brightens the mood by swiftly changing subjects to something really funny that one of his patients had said. The three men talk about work, their patients, they have a healthy medical ethics debate and then the topic comes up. The topic Jimin would like to avoid.Jeon Jungkook.“Honestly Min, I don’t know like if you’re blind or what’s the deal because he’s honestly so nice??” Taehyung says. He had introduced himself on Jungkook’s third day at the hospital and by then, Taehyung wasn’t as upset as that first day, when his 7-year old penguin loving ballerina patient died. He greeted and introduced himself to Jungkook cheerfully and welcomed him with smiles and a nice chit chat about the pediatrics department, even offering Jungkook a quick tour.“You’re supposed to be my best friend,” Jimin says annoyed. At first, he was merely confused and indifferent, maybe a little annoyed at most with Jungkook. But ever since the trach incident with Jungkook screaming and humiliating him in the hallway, Jimin was definitely not fond of the man.“He’s hot though,” Taehyung says as if it were an objective fact. Which, to be honest, it was. Anyone with functioning eyes could see that the trauma surgeon was insanely hot. Seokjin shoots Taehyung a look and Taehyung just shrugs his shoulders as if saying whatcha gonna do about it? Seokjin wasn’t his, and he wasn’t Seokjin’s, so Taehyung feels smug. He purposely goes on, “Jimin, you know he’s hot. I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Or maybe even a boyfriend. I get a gay energy from him, what do you guys think?”“I just. I CAN’T F@CK@N BELIEVE YOU REALLY DIDN’T PUNISH HIM, HYUNG!” Jimin blurts out. He’s been complaining to Jin a lot about Jungkook. Poor Seokjin was exasperated being the middle man with Jimin constantly ranting to him about Jungkook and Jungkook ‘respectfully’ sharing to him about his dissenting opinions on many of Jimin’s decisions.“You don’t know that, Dr. Park!!! You don’t know if I did or didn’t discipline him! That’s for him to know, not you!!”“Oh, f@ck off! Please, I know you didn’t discipline him because if you did, he wouldn’t be so f@ck@ng smug. God, why do you kiss his ass so much anyway, huh?! YOU’RE HIS BOSS!! Not the other way around!! Why do you let him get away with sh@t?! That’s why he thinks he’s invincible like he’s some GOD, ugh!”Truth was, Jungkook had initially turned his offer to SMC down. Seokjin remembers nearly throwing up that day. He didn’t understand how someone could refuse the job at such a prestigious hospital. When he asked Jungkook on the phone why, the applicant replied saying he didn’t want to work in a huge hospital and that he only applied for the heck of it thinking he wouldn’t actually get in.“Thanks but no thanks,” are the exact words Jungkook had said. He told Seokjin that he preferred working in a smaller hospital where he wouldn’t have to fight with so much hospital bureaucracy and politics and deal with multiple trustees and stakeholders who cared more about the organization as a business rather than a place where the sick are treated and healed.Seokjin had mulled over what to do for the next 24 hours and met with the board of directors as well as Jimin’s dad separately for dinner over sake and sushi to work some deal out. He really, really wanted Jeon Jungkook on his surgical team. SMC needed him.“You have no idea what I had to do to get that guy,” Seokjin says cracking open a can of beer. “The convincing I had to do… to both the board and Jeon. We really needed him for the trauma position. He’s a good doctor, an expert in trauma, really. It’s not that I think he’s god, but he’s good at his job, and right now, that’s what I need. For him to just do his job as a trauma surgeon and deliver me results. He is saving my ass from being fired because our numbers have already improved after he’s come on board.  I know you don’t like the guy, Jimin. And yes, he’s a little rough around the edges and is still learning about the importance of hospital protocols. But he’s good at his job. He knows what he’s doing.”For some reason, even though Seokjin was merely praising Jungkook, it felt like a jab to Jimin. As if Seokjin was saying he didn’t know what he was doing but Jungkook did, and that the newbie was better than him—that Jimin made the wrong call with patient Cha. Jimin freezes and sets his chopsticks down and looks at Seokjin. Taehyung sits there with a yikes expression. “I’m… gonna go pee,” he says and walks off.Jimin would be lying if he said Jungkook didn’t completely crush his pride. Not that he was an arrogant person, because he certainly wasn’t. It was more like he felt insecure about his own abilities ever since Jungkook was right again, even after completely ignoring hospital protocol. And the fact that Seokjin, the Chief of Surgery, the one who should be enforcing these rules wasn’t backing him up, was irritating and maddening. Why did this guy get special treatment?“I mean at this point, why even have SOPs,” Jimin scoffs. “We should all just run around with our scalpels and tweezers and do whatever the hell we want with our patients.”Friends was playing in on the TV but vibe of the apartment was now anything but funny.“I heard he apologized, did he not?” Seokjin says. He knows just how brilliant Jimin is and that he really was the golden employee of SMC. It made perfect sense that his best surgeon might be feeling threatened that another genius was here and possibly taking his spot. Seokjin didn’t mind if Jimin was mad at him for this—as a manager, he knew that competition drove innovation and it’d only make Jimin even more brilliant. He’d let Jimin rant to him forever, he didn’t mind.“Not the point,” Jimin replies annoyed. “Don’t care about my feelings or him apologizing, and you know that. He got lucky, again. It could have gone either way. Mr. Cha could have easily had a setback after taking that trach out and you know I’m right, hyung. Jeon blatantly ignored protocols for the second time, not even the first, and you gave him nothing but a slap on the hand. You’re letting him run free while the rest of us abide by the rules. Why? I don’t know. Maybe he sucked your d@ck and you’re getting blackma-““Alright, that’s enough Mr. Dramatic. You should really consider being a writer or filmmaker you know, you’re so dramatic,” Seokjin teases trying to lighten the mood. Jimin knew the last comment was unnecessary but he was just so annoyed that this Jungkook guy was getting away with so much.“You could tattle on him. Or in fact, both of them.” Taehyung says sassily as he returns to the dining table. Seokjin gives him a light, playful punch and Jimin rolls his eyes.Jimin and his father had one rule: they never discussed work outside of the hospital.It was Jimin who had proposed the idea and pretty much forced his father to abide. He wanted to succeed in his career independently and not because he was the son of the SMC’s Chairman of the Board of Directors. Jimin’s father sometimes failed at it because he’d start ranting when they had family dinners. So sometimes, Jimin couldn’t help but hear the current issues and topics the board was handling, just like when his father had told him they were in dire need of a trauma surgeon.Certainly, he would never use his position as the chairman’s son to get what he wanted in the hospital—even tattling on Chief Kim Seokjin for failing to properly discipline an employee. Because in the end, Seokjin was right, Jimin didn’t know 100% that he didn’t punish Dr. Jeon. Jimin knew in his gut that he didn’t, but he knew there was the 1% chance that he could indeed be wrong and that maybe Seokjin really did give Jeon an official warning. Who knows. Either way, Jimin would never go running to his dad about this. He wanted to be completely separated and have absolutely no association with the chairman when it came to his professional career.“Maybe. Maybe I will,” Jimin smirks.~“Get the neurosurgeon, NOW!!” Jungkook yells at his residents while he starts assessing the bl@@dy man in front of him. He had two gunshots, and a very bad head injury. Blood was gushing out and Jungkook was already covered in it too from when loading him onto the bed. There were 3 others also involved in the same shooting, but this man Jungkook was attending to was in critical condition and needed to be treated now.“I-I did…” one of them replies frantically as Jungkook continues to yell. “I am. I’m paging him again.. I don’t. I don’t know where he is-”“THEN GO FIND HIM. DO YOU GUYS NOT HAVE LEGS?! F@CK YOU ALL STANDING THERE FOR?! DO YOU NOT SEE THIS MAN RIGHT NOW!? DO YOU NOT SEE ALL THESE PATIENTS?! MOVE!” the poor residents had gotten used to Jungkook’s crass sailor talk, but it didn’t mean it still wasn’t scary each time. They scuffle around taking orders from him, some attending to the other level 2 and 3 trauma patients, some setting up and preparing equipment, some putting in orders into the computer, some reading the information off the patient’s chart out loud for Jungkook, and some running around looking for Dr. Kim Namjoon.Unfortunately for Jungkook, Dr. Kim Namjoon was in the middle of operating on someone else.“THEN GET. SOMEONE. ELSE. FROM. NEUROLOGY. DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS EVERYTHING?!” Jungkook screams. The patient needed to get surgery now; he needed a neuro surgeon with him ASAP so they could operate together. Jungkook felt like he was dealing with a group of incompetent idiot residents.Dr. Jung Hoseok, general medicine surgeon and the attending overseeing the intern program is walking past with a group of interns when he witnesses all of this. He rushes over to where Jungkook is, grabs the clipboard and starts reading his chart.Jungkook sees Dr. Jung reading the file and the two quickly discuss what the next step should be. Hoseok helps Jungkook out on getting one of the OR’s ready for him to use, ordering the interns to do this and that. Within a few minutes, they’re rolling the bed to the operating room and Jungkook and Hoseok are scrubbing in for the surgery.“You know, they’re still learning,” Hoseok speaks gently. He and Jungkook are at the sink scrubbing their hands and arms with the antimicrobial soap before heading in the OR. Jungkook had gotten lucky that Hoseok was free to scrub in right at that moment. He was a general practitioner and filled in when he could. He loved teaching and guiding the interns, but he’d never turn down a surgery if he could make it. His interns were already seated in the observation room above ready to watch the surgery, and probably very excited.“Yeah,” Jungkook says. “I just… they’re standing there and I can’t be telling them what to do every step just—never mind. I know. I’m workin on it.” He says broadly without saying exactly what ‘it’ was. But both men know Jungkook is referring to his temper and yelling.“I understand,” Hoseok says. “Ready?” He puts finishes washing his hands and positions both arms upward so the OR nurses could place the gloves on for him. Jungkook does the same.“Ready as always.”“If you’re worried I’m not as good Namjoon, you’re right. I’m not. He’s the best neurosurgeon in the country, but I’d say I’m pretty good,” Hoseok smiles warmly. He was such a positive and happy doctor. Both of the surgeons feel a sudden rush of euphoria as the nurses finish placing the gloves and their face masks on them.Surgery. This is what they lived for.“Good. I like your confidence, Dr. Jung,” Jungkook grins. He already felt high knowing he’d be operating in just a few moments.“I like yours too, Captain.” Hoseok had spent all day lecturing in the hall, walking around the hospital and doing hands on teaching with his interns. Actually, he hadn’t performed a surgery in three days as he was so busy with his teaching obligations. He felt more alive than ever as the nurse finished tightening his scrub cap so it was perfectly snug on his head.“Then let’s geddit.”
  
  

    
      
        
        
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