After a long stretch of intense work, they finally collapsed onto the sofa, letting out satisfied sighs. Jungkook, practically glowing from all the praise, hopped up and playfully swiped Yoongi's chair, spinning the paperweight on the glass table with a cheeky grin. Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged proud, amused glances.
"From this angle, I'm practically your twin!" Jungkook teased, flashing a wide, confident smile. "Seriously, I'm starting to feel like a real doctor."
Yoongi chuckled. "You are a real doctor and a damn good one. Interns like you are a lifesaver. You're killing it, Jungkook'ah."
Hoseok chimed in, "Yeah, you've been amazing. We're all super proud of you." A knock on the door snapped them out of their relaxed state, and they all straightened up as their director entered, smiling. Jungkook, a little flustered, stood and fidgeted, looking down. They all bowed respectfully as the director took a seat.
"Alright, everyone, relax," the director said, waving a hand. "Especially you, Jungkook. Take a seat."
"Yes, sir," Jungkook mumbled, settling back into his seat.
"So, I've been hearing some interesting things lately. You've become quite the local celebrity, haven't you?" the director said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, about that... I have no idea how that video blew up. It was just a regular day".
"Honestly, I'm grateful it was captured by locals. Anyway, Have you decided on your residency plans? Staying here?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking emergency medicine," Jungkook replied.
"Excellent choice......
....Because of the, shall we say, positive publicity surrounding Mr. Kim's case and your participation, the hospital's decided to cover your residency expenses".
Jungkook's eyes widened. "Seriously? I mean, I'm thankful, But why, sunddenly?"
"Consider it a thank you." A calm smile appeared on the jungkook's face, as if a weight had been lifted. "Mr. Kim has expressly requested your personal care during his recovery at his residence," the director stated, maintaining a composed expression. "Given his status, we are obliged to honor his wishes."
Jungkook's smile faded. "Wait, what? I am to provide care at his private dwelling?" He turned to Yoongi and Hoseok, a look of bewildered panic on his face. Yoongi gave him a sympathetic shrug. "Hey, it's a good opportunity, right?"
"Yeah, think of it as extra training," Hoseok added, trying to lighten the mood.
Jungkook, clearly taken aback, maintained a composed demeanor. "Sir, with all due respect..."
"This is a request that was made directly, and I deemed it appropriate to grant it. I have confidence in your ability to provide exemplary care." The director's tone was firm and decisive. Jungkook just bowed, acknowledging the directive. He squeezed his eyes shut so tight, his face looked like a walnut trying to escape its shell, rubbing his temple like he was searching for a lost Wi-Fi signal.
"Dude, chill," Yoongi drawled, "Is it really that hard to, like, breathe in and out?"
"Hyung! Remember that guy who's been, like, my personal brand of chaos? Yeah, him."
"You mean Tiny mochi Tim? The one you could use as a pocket warmer?" Yoongi held his hand comically low.
"No! Volcano Vic! The human fire hazard!" Yoongi looked like he was trying to solve a Rubik's cube with his brain.
"Oh! Mister Kim!" J-Hope bounced, nearly knocking over a lamp. "The guy who's like, 'I own a building and possibly a small country'!"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "He kidnapped you? Did he lure you with promises of free snacks and a backstage pass to his personal opera?"
"Or he was like, 'come to my office, or else I'll kill you'! J-Hope said, trying to mimic a very scary voice.
"Jungkook-ah, if he's trying to woo you with threats, you need to snatch him up before he finds someone else... dramatic flair."
"Me? With him? Huh, I'd rather date a cactus wearing the same blazer!" Jungkook dramatically gestured at himself. "Never!"
"Look, drop the diva act. We're not exactly royalty here. We're more like... clowns without rainbow hair."
"What about noona? She's way cooler than this guy!"
"Dude, she's your childhood crush. Like a vintage toy you're too afraid to play with. He's a brand-new trillionaire game system."
"In your wildest dreams! I gotta go. Probably He wants me to sign for his gnome kingdom." HA HA HAA
Jungkook gathered his things and stepped into Taehyung's private VIP ward. He let out a frustrated breath, taking in the scene, then snatched the device from Taehyung's hand. "What the...?" Taehyung almost swore. Jungkook, holding up the device for everyone to see, demanded, "Who gave him a cellphone? Don't you all get it? He just came back from the brink of death."
"He insisted," someone offered defensively. "Said he needed it."
Jungkook's anger flared. "And you all think it's okay to crowd the bed like this? The bed is for the patient." Namjoon and Jin exchanged weary glances, then quietly moved to the couches, a sigh escaping Jin's lips.
"Hey, you," Taehyung said, his voice sharp. "Did you come here just to nag everyone? Let them do as they please."
"Let me clarify something: everyone needs to follow basic hospital rules," Jungkook retorted, pulling the semi-circular curtain closed, isolating them. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "And what exactly are you up to?" Jungkook took out an injection and began filling the syringe from a small glass bottle, ignoring him. Taehyung shouted, "It's suffocating in here! Open the curtains right now."
"Fine, as you wish." Jungkook slid the curtain open angrily. "Happy? Now, turn over and lower your pants."
"What?"
"I said, lower-"
"Shut up!" Taehyung yelled, cutting him off repeating again. "What's that for?"
"You've been fainting quite a bit lately, haven't you, Mr. Kim?" Jungkook smirked. "This will help you get back on your feet."
"No more dizziness, I'm all good".
"Come on, I was just teasing. It's an anti-inflammatory medication." He yanked down Taehyung's blanket with a flourish.
"Hey, hey... here, here." Taehyung gestured wildly with his bandaged hand to the other. "You can give it here."
"This medication is too strong for your arm. It'll swell, and you won't be able to sleep on it. It's better in your glutes." Taehyung glanced at everyone, who were grinning and raising their arms in the air, chanting, "HWAITING!" A wave of embarrassment washed over him. He could practically have sex in front of them, but an injection in his buttocks was too much. "Pull the curtains."
"Huh, that's exactly what I did before," Jungkook said, closing the curtains, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Taehyung rolled his eyes and shifted onto his side. Jungkook slid the fabric down, and his fair, smooth, giggly bump popped out. Jungkook gripped a bit of the mass, but couldn't stop himself from giving it a few little, squishing pumps, adoringly. Taehyung turned a sharp, almost menacing gaze towards him, asking calmly ," If you done playing around, then hurry up"
"Ah, yes... no, I mean, I was just searching for the right spot," Jungkook stammered, quickly inserting the injection. "ALL DONE," he announced, rising and gathering the scattered items onto a tray. He turned, then halted, a sigh escaping him, his eyes rolling. "Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?"
"Leave."
"Leave what?"
"My coat, genius,"
Taehyung retorted, exasperated, watching Jungkook's clumsy attempts. Jk raised his voice again, not bothering to look up, "Don't push me, mister. I swear, I'll introduce those nibs to your family jewels."
"Oh, really? Try it."
"You think I'm kidding? Dead serious."
"If you're so tough, go for it."Jungkook's brow furrowed, his lip jutting out, and he turned away. A moment later, he was awkwardly trying to dislodge his coat from a protruding bolt, his tongue peeking out in comical concentration. Taehyung, resting against the wall with folded arms, watched him with a look of utter disbelief. Jungkook struggled, his face reddening. Taehyung sighned, finally grabbed his hand, snapping, "Will you just stop? You look ridiculous." Jungkook could only stare back, flustered. Taehyung freed the fabric. "You need to lay off the dramas. You're always in some kind of fantasy world."
"S...sorry. I... I thought..." Taehyung pulled him closer by the collar, his voice sharp, death stares, "Thought what? That I still had a thing for you?" He shoved him back. "Newsflash, Jeon Jungkook, I moved on ages ago."
Jungkook's jaw dropped. "What? What are you talking about? Am I suddenly unattractive?" He asked, running a hand through his hair in confusion.
Taehyung smirked. "Truth hurts, doesn't it? I don't get you. What do you even want?"
"That's my question for you, mister. If you're so over me, why'd you ask me to babysit you at your place?"
"I didn't ask anyone for anything. I have way better options than you".
"Right, right. You're a regular saint of self-sufficiency."
"Knock- Knock," Jimin interrupted, tapping an imaginary doorframe. Jungkook slipped into a dramatic pose.
"I wasn't trying to listen, but you two were having a full-blown opera out here. Anyway, about the nursing, I made the request."
"What? And who exactly did you ask, Jimin-ah?"
"Nobody." Jimin replied curtly. "And you're going to listen to me quietly. I'm not taking this lightly, not after everything. Got it?"
"Stop acting like my wife, huh? Go find someone else."
"Oh, please, mister 'I'm too good for help,' do you honestly think I find this riveting? And Mr. Park, my deepest apologies. As your friend said 'better options.' By all means, let him find them. "Sister, from now on, you're in charge of this... Rude gentleman. I'm escaping." The lady gave a quick, jerky bow, her eyes darting awkwardly.
"Whoa, hold on there, speedy!" Jimin declared, blocking his path like a traffic cop. "It's just a favor, Jungkook." Jungkook responded with a glare so intense made Jimin grabbed Taehyung's face, squishing his cheeks until they resembled a hamster's. "Look, I know he looks like he gargles gravel, but deep down, he's just a marshmallow in a bad mood." Taehyung slapped Jimin's hands away, yelling, "Stop this bullshit!"
"I'm not doing this at all, it's not my duty on the first place."
Jimin shouted, placing his uninjured hand on his hip, his voice laced with exasperation. "Jiiiinnnn!" Jin, unfazed, smacked his hands together and grinned. "Now it's my turn, huh"?
"You have the bill, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," jin grumbled, clearly not thrilled and dramatically pulled out his sunglasses, perched them on his nose with a theatrical flourish, and began to read aloud, his voice dripping with mock-seriousness. "So, that little mouth gulped... '~~~
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(That approx 86 lakhs in Indian rupees)
Jungkook collapsed onto the sofa, the tray tumbling to the floor. "Seriously?" he scoffed incredulously. He was clearly experiencing a montage of flashbacks, a cringe-worthy highlight reel of his past behavior.
(Flashback to Day 1: Jungkook opens the fridge, sees the caviar, and shrugs. "Snacks!")
(Flashback to Day 2: Jungkook, looking utterly bored, spreads caviar on toast like it's peanut butter.)
(Flashback to Day 3: Jungkook is glued to the TV, watching a high-octane action movie. Every time the hero performs an impressive feat, Jungkook shovels a large spoonful of caviar into his mouth.)
Jungkook, back in the present, frantically waved his hands, wiping his sweaty forehead and licking his lips. "Stop it!... I... I get it. So, you're charging me for all that?"
"Relax, they're just teasing," Taehyung said, trying to diffuse the situation. "Jimin-ah, you don't need to push it this far." Jimin casually shrugged him off, turning back to Jungkook with a sharp look. "Oh, I'm dead serious.
You're in debt, Jungkook. The electronic expenses are still hidden."
Jungkook clenched his fists, biting on it, his voice thick with panic. "How could I be so damn stupid?"
"Huh, I've been trying to drill that into your head since day one," Tae said, exasperation in his tone.
"The day we met, I'm going through the worst of times. Please, stay quiet" Jungkook pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'm going to need a second job... ~
a third... ~~
... maybe a fourth...~~~"
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"Calm down, We will ensure you are compensated appropriately," Namjoon stated, his tone businesslike. "The hospital will provide an hourly wage, and we can arrange for the settlement of these bills and about Your living costs are not a concern". Namjoon reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "we will handle those."
Jin sat next to Jungkook, handing him a tissue. "Man, you look beat. Told you, but you were just eating non-stop and living in the bathroom."
Jk turned his gaze to taehyung, practically pealding, "Mister, why aren't you saying anything? Told him to drop this idea."
Tae smriked, "Huh, I'm just a patient. Someone said I should rest and stay quiet. Handle this on your own."
"Arghh come on". Jin gave him a water bottle, which Jungkook drained, his eyes still a little glassy. "Jin hyung! Wait, I thought Mr. Kim was your boss?" Jungkook said, his voice light.
"He is" Jin chuckled,"But when it comes to his well-being, Jimin outranks him."
"Alright, that's enough for today," Namjoon said, signaling an end to the interrogation. Jungkook abruptly stood up, hurriedly gathering his scattered belongings, as if preparing for a hasty escape. "Where are you going?" Jimin asked, confused. "To... to pack my things," Jungkook stammered. "Aren't we leaving?"
"Ugh, not now," Jimin groaned, grabbing Jungkook's collar. "We're leaving tomorrow morning."Jungkook bowed slightly, slipping out of Jimin's weak grip.
As a nurse entered with a food tray, he intercepted her, nearly tripping over his own feet, "I'll take that! Yes, I've got this! You, uh, you deserve a break.
A long one. Yes." Everyone exchanged amused glances at his flustered, slightly panicked state. He then proceeded to lift Taehyung's feet with an almost ceremonial reverence, placing them on the bed with a dramatic flourish and a slight head-bonk on the bedframe. "What the...?" Taehyung began, clearly bewildered. "I need to feed you a lot, I mean, you need to... ingest sustenance, properly! For your health! Vitality!" He pulled out the bed table with a clatter, nearly knocking over the water pitcher, and placed the food on it. He shoved a spoonful of the liquid food towards Taehyung's mouth with the enthusiasm but he immediately sputtered and spat it out, "Argh, that's like molten lava!"
"Oh! My deepest, most profound apologies!" Jungkook yelped, fanning his own face. He offered another spoonful, blowing on it frantically, but Taehyung recoiled, "It's still hot! My tounge.. argh, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Not at all. Would I even dare? I don't have nine lives like a cat!"
"Revenge after being dumped?
"Huh, dumped?!! She just blocked me on every social media" Jungkook said, shaking his head and blowing dramatically on his food. "I'll be more careful."
Taehyung took another bite, then grimaced, "That's... aggressively salty." He glared directly into Jungkook's soul. "Bring me some real food."
"I understand, Mr. Kim, but initially, you can only have clear liquids: like broth, apple juice, and gelatin. Think of it as... a culinary prelude!"
"Fine, an apple juice sounds infinitely better than this... this viscosity. Replace it, quickly."
"Your orders are my... my sacred mission! Please excuse my temporary absence; I'll be back with the apple nectar! Immediately!" He practically tripped over his own feet rushing to get the apple juice.
"Jimin-ah, that was...brutal. You really laid it all out there. Did you see his face?"
"He's putting on a show. That 'respect' is a performance."
Taehyung sighed, a heavy sound. "That had to sting."
"He needed it. He saved you, yes, but he's also the reason you're lying here. I almost lost you. I can't forgive that."
"Lost mister? Because of me?" Jungkook's voice was weak, laced with a raw, questioned.
"You came back quickly."
"They were waiting outside with the tray. What were you talking about?"
"Nothing. Just the juice." Taehyung tried to brush it off.
"Mr. Park, I need to know."
"Oh, Really?"
"Jimin," Taehyung warned, his voice sharp.
"I'm listening. Please, continue mister park," Jungkook said, his tone flat, but the underlying hurt was palpable.
Jimin ignored Taehyung and continued ,"He was supposed to be safe. Everything was meticulously planned. But your one call, your one desperate plea, and he threw it all away. He risked everything to come to you."
"Risked? I still don't understand."
"Do you even realize what that means? What his life means...to me?...... To everyone?" Jimin's voice cracked, a wave of raw emotion breaking through his controlled facade. Jungkook's gaze shifted to Taehyung, his mind reeling. Jimin continued, "Someone tried to kill him, Jungkook. Kill him. Yes, and He almost died. Because of you."
"Enough, Jimin." Taehyung's voice was a sharp, chilling command. "You both return to work. Jimin, use your old room. I want to be alone." The room emptied, leaving Jungkook frozen, grappling with Jimin's words.
"JUICE?" Jungkook numbly handed him the glass, adjusting the blanket over his legs. "Ask," Taehyung said softly. "Ask what's troubling you."
"Just...confusion. And...guilt."
"He was venting. His fear, his frustration...it all came out on you."
"Was it really me? My call? I don't... I don't know mister what kind of life you leads, but my call is the reason behind all this, I'm extremely sorry for your loss."
"I honestly thought you'd bite back at him, like you usually do with me."
"No. I feel...awful. If I take responsibility, would you and Mr. Park forgive me?"
Taehyung gave a short, mirthless laugh. "How old are you, Jungkook?"
"Twenty-three."
"Ah. That explains it."
"Explains what?"
"You're still too young to grasp it."
"Grasp? Tell me"
"I've noticed...you have this persistent need to shoulder responsibility, or you force it onto others. Why?"
"I don't just say that."
"Yes, you do. Constantly. It's not always the solution, Sometimes, you don't need give fuck to anybody, just let things go."
"This is serious, Mr. Kim. Why are you so dismissive? I genuinely felt terrible, want to make things right."
"Really? We'll talk about this at my place, Later."
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More two chapters and 💥 🤯... Boom... Romance night is on the way...🫣😚☺️ Not a regular loving but the aggresive killing one. Who is gonna be bottom? 😁 The manly angry one or the muscular bunny.