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Hoseok was fidgeting with his earlobe, pinching it between two of his fingers to the point where it started reddening and throbbing in discomfort. The doctor, his soon-to-be superior, was speaking to him clearly, but the words kept flying over his head. He hadn’t been this nervous in his entire life and he was starting to question things.
“Hoseok, are you even listening to me?” Seokjin seemed to finally realize that Hoseok’s mind was somewhere far away.
The nurse in training jumped a little and nodded furiously.
“I’m really sorry, I just… I’m scared. I don’t understand why they would put somebody like that in a place like this” he mumbled, looking down at his feet and frowning.
Seokjin sighed and put a reassuring hand on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“I don’t know either, kid. But I’mma break it to you one more time, so you better pay attention. I know it’s a lot of responsibility for a training nurse, I genuinely understand, but it’s really not our decision to make. The only thing I want you to know is that you should be very, VERY careful with this man. He’s committed a very serious crime, serious enough that the only thing that saved his ass from going to prison was his cousin who had some type of connection with one of the judges, so he only got a community sentence. And here we are, stuck with him for the next few weeks. Just… make sure he stays put and helps around” the doctor advised, retreating his hand and throwing a last sympathetic look Hoseok’s way before leaving the room, probably heading to his office.
He didn’t have enough time to try and give himself a pep talk, because soon the door opened and a slightly shorter man entered, dressed all in black, green fringe covering half his eyes and pale face. Their gazes met and Hoseok felt shivers run down his spine when the man quirked a brow.
“Hello, Mr. Min. I, uhm, I’m Jung Hoseok, I’m training to be a nurse here and we’ll be taking people’s blood donations together for the next couple of weeks” he chirped almost way too fast, the words slightly slurred together. He reached out a hand to the man, but the latter raised another eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, effectively refusing the handshake.
Hoseok felt his cheeks start to burn and he slowly let his arm fall. “I… ok. If you could please put on the tunic and maybe… get rid of your rings in the process, I’d be very thankful” he continued, trying to not lose his mind at the situation and maybe start crying too, considering the cold look on Yoongi’s face.
After a couple of seconds of silence, Yoongi turned around to where Hoseok had pointed, grabbed the tunic and then turned back to Hoseok, expecting look on his face.
“The bathroom? Unless you want me to change here” he said, one corner of his mouth raising slightly.
Hoseok felt like he might genuinely die. “Oh no, I’m sorry, it’s right here on the left!” he quickly said, gulping afterwards and hoping to the Gods above the other couldn’t tell how nervous he was.
After Yoongi changed in the uniform, he returned to the room and the intensity of anger displayed on his face seemed like it could have the ability to fuel a goddamn car.
“This looks motherfucking ridiculous, I can’t believe you’re making me wear this, I’m not a nurse, nor do I intend to ever become one, I couldn’t give less of a flying fuck about helping out other people, I shouldn’t go through this, what the fuck”.
Hoseok’s eyes widened, taken by surprise by the string of curses. “I’m… I’m not the one making you wear it, I’m just following instructions. It’s for sanitary purposes.” he mumbled, turning his back to the guy and continuing what he was doing before he was rudely interrupted: dutifully scrubbing the table of blood stains, preparing for the oncoming donors. A shot of adrenaline rushed though him, annoyed at the lack of shame the other was showing. “Plus, I’m fairly certain you don’t have a say in this, considering what you’ve done”.
Almost a full minute of silence passed and Yoongi still hadn’t replied, which made Hoseok’s stomach turn upside down. Why did he have to open his big mouth?
“Do you even know what I did?” Yoongi finally asked and Hoseok jumped, startled by the sudden close proximity, the other standing less than a metre away, right behind him.
Hoseok shook his head and started scrubbing even harder. “No. I don’t need to know though, it’s pretty clear that you wouldn’t be here unless yo…”
“I killed somebody” Yoongi interrupted.
The scrubbing stopped and Hoseok had to grip the edge of the table to keep himself upright. He took a deep breath of air in and he turned around to face the other.
“I’ll prepare the blood bags, you continue scrubbing the table. And every surface that’s even slightly stained. Ok? Ok” and with that, he rushed to put distance between the two, finally managing to breathe properly. Yoongi only huffed, obvious amusement readable on his face as he took upon the task that had he’d been assigned.
The next hour went by uneventfully, however it was when donors started to arrive that problems ensued. Yoongi had grown bored and annoyed and was now playing with a needle as Hoseok tried his hardest to find a vein on a boy’s arm.
“Mr Yoongi, will you stop touching what I’ve told you a hundred times not to touch and come help me out?” Hoseok finally broke, losing his temper the tiniest bit, but slightly backing down when Yoongi threw him a warning look.
“If you keep calling me Mr Yoongi, I’ll start preparing a mixtape for my own funeral. I’m not 97 for fuck’s sake, call me Yoongi, you pretentious dickhead” he growled, but still approached the two and reluctantly helped.
Hoseok found the whole situation inconvenient and uncomfortable, but he went along with it, tried to focus on the patients and when the day finally came to an end and Yoongi left the building, he collapsed on one of the chairs in the waiting room and buried his face in both his hands. It was going to be a long two weeks, he finally decided.
The very next day, Hoseok had finished with one donor, offered them a bottle of water courtesy of the hospital and led them outside quite hurriedly, noticing that Yoongi was taking a little too long for his usual 5 minute bathroom break. He quickly apologized to the rest of the waiting patients and made his way to the bathroom. His knees literally went weak when he entered and the pungent smell hit him right in the face, making his eyes water slightly.
“Yoongi, get out of the stall, please” he finally managed to say, covering his nose with the collar of his shirt underneath the uniform in an attempt to block the smell of weed.
A sudden raspy laughter was the only answer he got.
“Yoongi, I will need you to get out of the stall”.
The stall door banged open and Hoseok squealed in surprise.
“Or what?” the smaller man asked, taking a whiff from the tightly rolled joint. “What you gonna do, big boy?”
Hoseok backed one step and tried his hardest to keep the tears in. It’s not just the fact that he was in fact intimidated as hell, but the smoke was not exactly something he was used to.
“Or I might… I might have to call the security” he replied.
Yoongi laughed one more time and what happened next happened so fast it made Hoseok dizzy. Yoongi had launched at the nurse, making him stumble backwards and slam his back on the rigid wall and Yoongi was now pressing his body onto Hoseok’s, one hand firmly grasping the latter’s throat, essentially slightly cutting his ability to breathe.
“Oh, but I think you won’t, big boy, because if you do, I might have to change my mind about you and you sure as hell don’t wanna know what that means” he whispered, leaning down slightly so that their noses were almost touching.
And that’s when Hoseok lost his battle with tears, the stream falling down his face as both of his hands desperately reached out to try and pry Yoongi’s away. Just when the thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen, Yoongi let him go and took a step backwards, smiling proudly and taking yet another whiff from the joint before throwing it in the toilet, flushing it a couple of times and then turning back to Hoseok, one eyebrow quirked.
“Are we going or not? People are waiting”.
It was their very last patient of the day, a young lady and Hoseok was so tired he could practically feel his eyes close by themselves.
“Excuse me, nurse” the girl whispered weakly, making Hoseok’s head whip around so fast he swore he could feel a vein pop in his neck.
“Yes, miss?”
“I feel like I might pass out” she continued whispering and Hoseok swore internally, quickly grabbing her hand.
“You told my colleague you’ve eaten today, right? And you don’t dislike the sight or smell of blood. Do you need us to stop? Or Yoongi here could maybe bring you a glass of water?” he questioned, starting to rub tiny circles on the back of her small hand.
The girl smiled and closed her eyes. “No, keep going, I’m almost there, only a couple of minutes to go, right? Just… keep me distracted. Tell me. What made you want to work here?”
Hoseok frowned a little, instinctively stating to chew on his bottom lip.
“My mum”. He paused for a second, closing his eyes in an attempt to urge any oncoming headaches away. “It was because of my mum. She passed away when I was little. But she suffered for a very long time before she actually died. A rare case of cancer. I swore I’d become someone to help other people so they wouldn’t have to suffer like she did or like me and my sister did afterwards. Th-that’s why I want to work here” he concluded, refusing to look the girl in the eyes as he finished off, sealing the blood bag and gently placing it in the designated area. He quickly rushed to her afterwards, softly placing an arm behind her back and helping her sit at the edge of the bed.
“You good?” he asked, smiling at her and squeezing her arm with his free hand. “Do you think you can stand? I’ll take you to the hospital cafeteria, I think they’re nearly closing and they probably ran out of most delicious foods, but I’ll get you some water and maybe there’s biscuits left?” the girl smiled back and nodded, but Hoseok stopped in his tracks when he was pushed out of the way, his body quickly replaced by Yoongi’s.
“I’ll take her. You sign my register or whatever the fuck it is you do to prove that I was here” Yoongi grumbled and Hoseok was going to refuse, knowing too well that he wasn’t allowed to leave the guy by himself, especially with a donor, but was thrown off his tracks when he was met by two warm eyes filled with an emotion that Hoseok couldn’t quite pinpoint instead of the dark and cold look the man would usually display. So naturally, he said fuck it and agreed.
It was towards the very end of their two weeks together when one of Hoseok’s regulars made an appearance, a man in his forties, grey hair already peeking through.
“Ahh, Mr., I haven’t seen you in ages, I was starting to think you didn’t care about saving people’s lives anymore” Hoseok joked, leading the man to an empty bed and choosing to ignore Yoongi’s eye roll from the corner of the room. The man let out a guttural laugh and followed the nurse, sitting down.
“Nothing like that, I’ve just been busy. But I think taking a break has been pretty eye-opening, it’s made me realize how much I missed this place. And the staff” he added suggestively, continuing to smile brightly as he gripped the back of Hoseok’s thigh and squeezed lightly.
Hoseok was caught completely off guard and he blinked a couple of times to try and figure out if this was really happening or not. He decided to smile and took a couple of steps back, managing to get out of the man’s grasp.
“Well, we’re glad to have you back” he replied cautiously, trying to concentrate on picking up the instruments needed. He returned with the objects in question, placed them on the tray right beside him and leaned down over the man, grabbing one if his arms and gently starting to pat the surface of the skin in an attempt to find a vein. That’s when he felt it. A large hand sneaking up behind him, grabbing one of his ass cheeks and squeezing hard, to the point where Hoseok squealed, releasing the man’s arm and trying to get out of his grasp, but all the elder had to do to get him in his lap was to slightly push forward.
But it didn’t last long. Two to three seconds after Hoseok landed on the man’s lap, a new pair of hands were grabbing him by the wrists and pulling him off, making him scramble on his feet, lose his balance and fall to the ground with a duf!. Next thing Hoseok knew was witnessing an angry looking Yoongi planting a fat, juicy fist in the man’s jaw, all whilst swearing the most colourful swears.
“… old piece of shit, now fuck off you waste of oxygen before I fucking rip your throat out with my teeth”.
The man looked both scared and furious as he quickly stood up, swayed slightly on his feet, looked back and forth at the two and then left the room in a cloud of swears. Yoongi then turned to a surprised and slightly frightened looking Hoseok.
“You good, big boy?”
It took Hoseok exactly half a minute of just staring at the man before he felt a blush bloom in his cheeks and down his neck. He nodded and slowly sat up, happy that he hadn’t broken or injured anything during the impact.
“T-thank you”
“Let’s get out of here” Yoongi said, sudden determination showing in his facial features.
“What? No, we still have a couple of donors left, we can’t just go!” Hoseok protested and just when he thought Yoongi would insist, the latter just nodded and sighed.
“But we’re going for a drink after the shift. And it’s on you since I saved your ass”
Hoseok was uncomfortable. He didn’t like partying, he didn’t like being around that many people, especially when most of them were drunk, he didn’t even like drinking, for the love of God, why was he here again? He glanced at Yoongi, who was sitting right next to him on a bar stool and he caught his gaze. His chin was slightly lifted and his eyes squinted to the maximum, as if trying to figure out what Hoseok’s problem was.
“You wanna dance, big boy?” Yoongi asked, voice raised a little higher so that it would cover the sound of the music.
Hoseok took another sip of his vodka beverage and he shook his head. He was actually feeling pretty tipsy at his point. Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Hoseok's wrist, leading him to the dance floor in spite of vehement protests.
“If you’re enjoying yourself by the end of the song, you owe me a favour” Yoongi smirked, grabbing Hoseok’s hips and locking them with his own and then looking up at a scandalized looking Hoseok. “May I?” he asked.
What was Hoseok even supposed to say in that moment? “No, you’re a murderer, I want you ten miles away from me” or maybe “Yes, you’re attractive as fuck and I’ve had my eyes on your murderous ass from the very beginning, it’s just way too hard to admit it even to myself. Plus, you always smell like fucking vanilla and it makes me want to bite the entirety of your body”? So instead of choosing one of those two lame answers, he said fuck it for the second time in two weeks and rolled his hips as a replacement for an answer. Yoongi seemed pleased with it and started rolling his own hips to the rhythm of the song. Before Hoseok even had time to process what was happening inside his brain, he himself was lowering down and sucking a hickey on Yoongi’s neck. The elder hissed in pleasure and picked up the pace in rolling his hips. Hoseok was hard and already leaking inside his pants, so he threw his head back and moaned audibly, taking great pleasure in feeling how the other was just as hard. Soon, he started to feel the familiar heat pool inside his stomach, so he grabbed Yoongi’s shoulder to brace for the impact, but before it came, Yoongi’s hips were gone and Hoseok was left shaking and unsatisfied.
“What… what did I do?” he slurred, feeling the back of his eyes burn.
“You’re drunk. We ain’t doing this if you’re drunk. Let’s go” Yoongi deadpanned, snaking an arm around Hoseok’s waist and leading him to the exit.
“You’ve literally killed a human being and you’re that concerned about fucking a drunk man?” Hoseok laughed and Yoongi stopped just as they stepped outside.
“Don’t fucking talk about shit if you don’t know the story behind” he growled and for a second Hoseok thought he’d leave him there and just go.
“I’m… sorry” he apologized, looking down in shame. Yoongi only sighed and made a sign to an oncoming taxi that thankfully turned out to be available.
“What’s your address?” the elder asked, as soon as they successfully got inside the car. Hoseok gave him his address without a hint of hesitation and before he knew it, his head was sliding down from his own shoulder to Yoongi’s chest. It’s safe to say that the ride home was warm and comfortable. At least for one of the two.
Soon, they were both tumbling and tripping over their own feet as they entered Hoseok’s tiny apartment. “I am so fucking hot” Hoseok grunted, proceeding to strip out of every single item of clothing he had on, spare for his underwear.
Yoongi laughed as he attentively watched his every move. “Big boy got a dirty mouth after all, who would’ve thought”.
Hoseok just have him a look and pointed a long finger to his bedroom door. “I am going to bed. I like cuddles. Just throwing it out there” he shrugged before disappearing behind the door. Yoongi smiled and fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and slid it in between his lips. After he finished it off, he slowly headed towards the bedroom, where Hoseok had faceplanted the bed and was now laying belly down, ass on display and his breathing seemed to have steadied, sign that he was either close to falling asleep or he’d already fallen asleep.
Yoongi hesitated a second before he let himself fall onto the bed, right next to Hoseok and he simply watched him, analyzing his every feature, from his heart shaped lips to his high cheeks dusted a pretty pink.
“Yoongi?” the younger whispered, eyes still closed.
“Hm?”
“You didn’t actually kill anyone, did you?”
A few moments of silence made Hoseok’s heart skip a beat at least a couple of times.
“Yes, I did, Hoseok” the other’s voice came out clear, but still uncertain. “I did kill a man with my own hands”.
More silence filled the room. Hoseok’s eyes slowly opened and he felt more sober than he’d ever felt.
“Why?”
The elder smiled, but Hoseok could see a tinge of hurt in that smile.
“Once upon a time, Yoongi was a stupid man who cared about other people too much. He got too invested and things didn’t end up the way he’d hoped. That man dying is the product of his naivety.”.
Hoseok blinked a couple of times and shimmied closer to Yoongi.
“Did he deserve it?”
Yoongi smiled and looked up at the ceiling.
“He deserved it and much more”.
Hoseok nodded and closed his eyes once again. “Yoongi? I still like cuddles, you know? Just throwing it out there”.
And suddenly it was warm and it smelled like vanilla.