Your smile, Your ghost (part 16)
Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader)
Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer. slightly suggestive?
Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs her.
Chapter Summary: Dr. Park makes a wish and you meet the perfect mother-in-law.
Dr. Park had actually been right, it had been busy that day. You couldn’t get your coffee that day.
It was like Park saying something had jinxed your day and everyone and their mother needed surgery all of the sudden.
Shen was so nice when you apologized to him, he totally understood. And was even nice enough to get you a new coffee for the next time you went downstairs.
This time, while Park went to the bathroom, you ran to the ED’s break room before he could jinx you again.
As you closed the refrigerator door, you saw Dr. Robby walking in.
“Sunny… How’s it going?” He smiled at you as he approached.
“Fine. Getting my coffee,” you shook your cup at him.
“Enjoy,” he bowed his head as he leaned against the table. “ I just thought you should know, they called me.”
“They did?” You said surprised. “What’d you say?”
“Good things, obviously” he grinned softly. “You just gotta knock that interview out of the park,” he swung his arms pretending to hit a baseball in the air.
“I’m great at talking, so I think I’ll be good.”
“I do too,” Robby’s eyes creased at your enthusiasm.
Outside, someone yelled Robby’s name. Robby’s body straightened off the table and he walked to the door.
Before he exited, he said over his shoulder. “Good luck, Sunny.”
Feeling a little more excited at the prospect, you almost skipped back to the OR floor.
Park was leaning against the counter next to the coffee machine, typing away on his phone in one hand and sipping on a cup in the other.
He looked up and eyed the coffee cup in your hands. Scoffed as he set down his own cup.
“Shen got me a new one, since the last one melted,” you explained to him.
You approached his side and took a peak at his coffee cup. A half-full flavorless, black liquid. Like it usually was.
“Enjoying your shot of sadness?” You joked, pointing at his coffee.
Park put away his phone and grabbed his cup. “Very much,” he brought it up to his mouth and took a slow slip.
“Gross,” you muttered and took a couple of sips of your own. “You need more sugar in your life.”
“I think you got that covered.” He looked at you and cleared his throat. “With the baking.”
“Please, you say it like it's not the highlight of your day,” you teased him.
“It’s not,” he looked down, scrunching his nose. He lifted his hand to look at his watch.
“Oh, make a wish!” You exclaimed.
You closed your eyes shut, making your wish. You peeked at him with one eye to find him already staring at you, scanning your features. An indecipherable look on his face, surely judging your beliefs.
“Close your eyes. Make a wish,” you insisted as you patted his arm.
He sighed, deeply annoyed. Then closed his eyes for two seconds and quickly opened them again.
“You made a wish?” You asked not really believing him.
“I wished for this conversation to be over,” he flattened his lips and tossed the rest of his coffee in the sink.
You snorted, “joke’s on you. Wishes don’t come true when you say them out loud.”
He checked the time on his watch again.
“I know, I know,” you opened the fridge and put your coffee away. “Five minutes,” you deepened your voice imitating his and walked backwards towards the door.
Park looked down and shook his head in amusement. “Five minutes.”
As silly as it sounded, you hoped he actually made a wish and you hoped it came true.
You also hoped your wish came true. You really wanted that interview to go well.
You were at a new grocery store, wandering aimlessly down the aisles. It was a little fancier than you were used to. But a friend of yours insisted that the quality of expensive cocoa powder was worth it. So here you found yourself.
You were pondering on what to make for dessert the upcoming week. Gathering all your ingredients and making mental notes on what else was needed.
The cookie aisle just happened to call your name as you passed by it. Who were you to reject the call? You couldn’t help it. You were almost done with your shopping, it was a well deserved feat. Plus, thanks to Mr. Health Freak, you hadn’t paid a visit to a vending machine in a while.
You went to your favorite section and leaned down, examining your choices. A voice behind you interrupted your thoughts.
“Scuse me, hon. Pass the blueberry one, please,” you turned and looked up to an older woman. Her finger was pointing at something closer to the floor on your right. The blueberry sugar-free cookies made with REAL ingredients, is what the front advertised. You tried it once, a while ago. The whole box was thrown away after one bite.
You grabbed it and passed it to her, anyway.
The older lady had straight blonde hair and cold blue eyes. She looked very lean, wearing a fitted dress. She thanked you silently and turned the box over, reading the ingredients in the back.
You could’ve stayed silent, but your curiosity always got the best of you. You stood back up and decided to ask.
“You actually like those?”
The older lady stared at the box and sighed. “I’ve never tried them, actually.”
“Can I offer some unsolicited advice?”
“Sure,” she pursed her lips.
“Those are terrible. They get stuck in your teeth. They’re grainy and a disgrace to cookie making.” You said honestly.
She covered her mouth and laughed politely.
“My granddaughter wanted cookies. These seemed…decent. I should get something else.” Her blue eyes scanned the rows of options behind you.
You pointed at the Chips Ahoy box, right in front of her. “I’d suggest those. Much better option and cheaper too. It’s happiness in the shape of a cookie.”
“Thank you,” she reached for the box. “We’re not really a sweets family. We were always strict on sugar, but it’s hard to say no to my grandkids.” She shook her head and raised her eyebrows.
You laughed, “You sound like this guy I work with. He’s super strict on sugar and calories. Has a hell of a body on him but at what cost?”
“For the past few weeks, he’s been forced into a journey of trying new desserts, though.” You explained gesturing to your grocery basket.
“How’s that going?” She tilted her head.
“He’s stubborn but I think we’re getting there. We have an agreement. He shares his lunch and I share a dessert.”
“From the sounds of it, you’re stubborn too.” She narrowed her eyes at you. The mannerism was strangely familiar to you.
“Oh yes, but I admit it. When you’re a nurse, you can’t let people walk all over you. I just mix it with a little politeness to disguise it better,” you winked at her.
She laughed hysterically, it made her blue eyes brighten. “A nurse, huh?” She looked down at your left hand.
“You know,” she said slowly. “I want to introduce you to my son.” She turned her head around, looking for someone. “He’s around here somewhere, let me call him” She started pulling out her phone.
“I actually need to head out,” you rushed the words out. “Get started on baking. But I hope your granddaughter likes those,” you nodded at her.
“Oh. Well, thanks for your help” she smiled at you.
You gave one last wave and walked away.
You were done with being set up with strangers. Chad was terrible. Roger was… being ignored. You’d had enough of those experiences for a lifetime.
You hoped you didn’t offend her. She seemed so poised and polite. Actually hearing you out and not acting bitterly at your outspoken ways, like other exes’ mothers had been in the past.
Whoever married that lady’s son, was going to be pretty lucky. Shame. She seemed like she would’ve been the perfect mother-in-law.
Brendon Park hated when his mom wandered. It made him feel like a child all over again. He sped walk, pushing the cart down all the aisles of the stupid grocery store. His head leaned forward, hoping to find her.
He finally found her staring at a box in her hands, her head deep in thought. She turned when she heard his steps.
“Brenny! You just missed it. I met the most wonderful girl, I think she’d be perfect for you.” His mother poked his arm.
“Ma,” he shook his head and pointed at the box in her hands. “That’s what you went with? Thought you were getting the healthy ones.”
“Me too, but this girl recommended these instead. She said it’s happiness in cookie form.”
“Poetic,” Brendon said sarcastically as he pushed the cart away.
They went through the cashier and he paid for everything. His mother didn’t offer to pay for it anymore. She knew it deeply offended him when she did. He put everything back in the cart and they made their way out the doors to the parking lot.
“Oh! There she is!” His mother whispered as she pointed towards the parking lot. “The girl with the cardigan. Let’s go say hi.”
He lifted his head up to see where his mother was pointing.
Only to see you there, wearing a cardigan.
He slowly pulled the cart backwards, hiding behind the nearby wall. Out of your sight.
“Brendon, what the hell are you doing?” His mother looked at him incredulously.
He pretended to look through the grocery bags, “I think we forgot something.”
“No we didn’t. Come on, I’ll introduce you to her.”
“I don’t want to,” Brendon shrugged, sticking his back to the wall.
“Why not? She seemed nice,” his mother scolded him.
“Yeah, I know she is,” he retorted.
“You know she is?” His mother frowned at him. “She’s a nurse, you know her?” Her eyes scanned his face. Slowly, his mother's eyes went wide and her eyebrows shot up higher as she connected the dots. “Oh, I see.” She burst into a fit of giggles and looked back to the parking lot.
“You can step out now, Brendon. Your nurse is gone,” his mother said knowingly.
He leaned forward to double check you were gone, then started pushing the cart to his car. His mother matched his quick pace.
“So, that’s the nurse who replaced Linda.”
“And you didn’t want to say hi?”
“I don’t talk to coworkers outside of work.”
“Well, she likes talking”
“I know,” he rolled his eyes as he opened the car door for his mother. Quickly, he put the groceries away in his car then pushed the cart back to its rightful place.
Out of all the places for you to haunt him, his mother just had to be there as a witness to it. He got in his car and drove out of the parking lot.
“She was saying all kinds of things.”
“Don’t care,” Brendon shrugged.
“You’re the coworker she was talking about then” His mother processed out loud.
He swallowed dryly. “She can say whatever she wants,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
His mother poked his arm.
“She said that you share your lunch with her,” she looked at him. “Is that true?”
He stared straight at the road. The tips of his ears felt hot. “Sometimes,” he rubbed his nose.
“She said you eat the desserts she makes too.”
He clenched his jaw silently as he turned to look at her. His mother raised her eyebrows.
“My, my, Brendon,” she said in disbelief.
“She’s just my coworker.” He tried to defend himself.
“Sure,” she responded. “Since she’s just your coworker and you don’t care what she has to say. Maybe you don’t care that she called you hot,” his mother added.
Brendon couldn’t hide the smirk creeping onto his face. He stood a little taller, stuck out his chest full of pride.
“Don’t look too smug, you bastard” his mother smacked his arm. “I thought you didn’t care.”
Brendon swallowed painfully, “I don’t.”
But he did. He liked that you thought of him that way. It made his already cocky self feel even more cocky.
“Put some gas on it, Brenny. We gotta be there at 12:00,” his mother reminded him.
His eyes drifted to the time.
He did make a wish when you asked him to. In your honor, because you insisted. He didn’t believe in those things. But even in his rational mind, there was the smallest part of him that hoped it would come true.
A/N: just a little sunshine before the storm brewing in the next chapter. Is that how the saying goes?
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