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──── .✦ UNMASKED 𖢥 s. jy

𖢥 ────── spiderman!jake texts .✦ ˎˊ˗ fluff, crack, ft. sunghoon aka guy in the chair hehe, jake is extremely down bad, based off of tangled up with you!jakeyn

°˖➴ .ᐟ ── a little something as an apology for being absent on here :') reread some of tangled up with you recently and started missing spidey jakey hehe so here's this! i promise i'll start being more active soon,,,i'm currently in the midst of writing two fics ;) anyways enjoy & take care <333

jaehyp

𝖥𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖲 𝖳𝖴𝖳𝖮𝖱 𝖡𝖤𝖲𝖳 ─ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗃𝗒.

!! pairing: jake sim x fem. reader

!! synopsis: you don't need help. ever. then you fail a class and get stuck with jake sim the campus fuckboy, and your new tutor. he's cocky. he's in your space. and you're about to learn that fuckboy's tutor best.

!! warnings: smut (mdni), dom jake, sub/bratty reader, oral, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, spanking, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), praising, semi public

!! wc: 9.5k

!! a/n: pics of jake always awake something in me, sry this took forever i debated hard on the flow of this story so sorry if it feels rushed, ENJOY!

The red F on your midterm was actually offensive.

Not because you'd worked hard. You hadn't. You'd skimmed the readings, showed up to class hungover twice, and submitted a study guide you'd filled out while watching a movie. The F was fair, the problem was it bruised your ego.

Professor Lee didn't even wait for the rest of the class to leave. She caught you at the door, hand on your arm, voice low enough that only you could hear.

"A word." You followed her to her desk, she held up your exam."38 percent." she said.

"I know, I'll study harder."

"You've been skating by on charm and curve points, and now the curve can't save you." She slid a piece of paper across the desk. "Peer tutoring. Mandatory. Twice a week until your average is above a C."

You picked up the paper. One name written in blue ink.

Jake Sim.

dazedinadream

⋆⋆⋆ DO YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE? ⊹₊ ⋆

⭑.ᐟ The coach's daughter - Lee Heeseung

A car accident has turned your life upside down, leaving you with a knee and ankle that ache like they belong to someone three times your age. Navigating college with these setbacks is hard enough, but when your overprotective dad insists you take an internship with the men’s hockey team, you’re thrust back into the world you’ve spent years avoiding. The rink represents everything you’ve lost, and then there’s Heeseung, the captain whom you somehow cannot stop thinking about.

💿 SOUNDTRACK 〢🖇 SERIES MASTERLIST 〢⛸️ PART ONE TWO wc pt 3 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 31,334

ᵎ!ᵎ WARNINGS ──── GRAPHIC CONTENT! car accident, PTSD, chronic pain & disability, depression, Y/N is very, very frustrated and kinda angry at the world for a second, overprotective/controlling dad & brother, sports injuries, alcohol, mild drunkenness, hurt/comfort, panic attack, mentions of zombies, mentions of dying by said mentioned zombies, smooching (each other, not the zombies!!), mentions of party drugs # TAGS ──── SLOW-BURN friends-to-lovers, coach's daughter x hockey captain, mutual pining, very much bed-sharing, and a lot of napping, Y/N is a napper, they very obviously have crushes on each other, angst with happy ending

❝ AN ❞ ──── This somehow was really hard to finish for me. I've been plagued with writer's block for part 3, so it took me an eternity. I am so sorry, I hope ya all still enjoy the ending! Thank you so much for all of the love in the previous parts, I can't tell you all how much I appreciate it (੭ ;´ ⌂ `;)੭♡ I am really sorry if the formatting is off, tumblr is an idiot sometimes .

all feedback and reblogs are welcome ⭑.ᐟ

Sunlight slanted through the half-drawn blinds of your office, casting golden stripes across the cluttered desk and the worn leather sofa where you curled up. Your legs were tucked beneath you, crutches propped against the armrest, and a half-forgotten throw blanket was loosely draped over your lap. The air inside was stuffy and warm, but you didn’t mind; it would get cold soon enough.

Heeseung sat hunched at your desk, his laptop screen glowing a sharp blue against his focused face. His fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse in precise, rhythmic patterns, while his head bobbed slightly to a beat only he could fully hear. You watched him push his hair back every few seconds, the dark strands messily falling into his eyes.

His free foot tapped an irregular rhythm against the desk leg, and the faint crease between his brows deepened from time to time.

Heeseung felt you move before he was fully awake. The mattress shifted under your weight, and his eyes cracked open just enough to catch the shape of you sitting up beside him, one hand already reaching instinctively toward the bedside as if you were still in your own room. Then you froze. He blinked through sleep, his voice rough when he asked, “What’s up?” You didn’t turn fully toward him. “Go back to sleep.” He made a small sound of agreement, too sleepy to argue, and let his eyes close again. A soft, pained sound escaped you, and Hee cracked his eye open again to check what was going on. You were trying so hard to be quiet. He could tell it in the careful way you moved, the soft scrape of the sheets as you scooted toward the edge of the bed. He watched the moment you set your feet down, watched your eyes flutter close, and your face scrunch up in pain. You paused before leaning forward, trying to stand up, and almost falling forward. Your weight barely left the bed before your leg gave out under you, and you caught yourself on the mattress with a sharp hiss through your teeth. He was sitting up before he had fully decided to, his arms moving forward in a futile attempt to catch you before you fell, only to let his arms drop when you sat down on the edge of the bed again. You looked down at your foot like it had betrayed you, your face already tightening in pain and frustration. “Hey,” he said immediately, fully awake now, his voice low and alert. “Hey, don’t move.” You just shook your head. “It’s fine,” you muttered. “It does not look fine.” You gave him a tired glare that had no real force behind it. “I just need to pee.” That almost made him smile, but he was too worried about the fact that you were unable to stand on your own right now. He shifted closer, hand lifting toward you. “Okay,” he said gently. “Then let me help you.” You opened your mouth, probably to protest on principle, but the moment you tried to straighten again, your face pinched with pain, and the protest died there. “Fuck”, you let out a slow breath and leaned into him with a quiet, frustrated little sound.

It was quiet for a while, just the running tap, the soft scrape of the sink, the sound of the toothbrush against the cup coming from behind the closed door. He was staring at the framed jersey hanging in the hallway, his eyes tracing over the letters, when your voice startled you into moving. “I’m done.” Heeseung hummed and carefully opened the door, taking in your figure sitting on the closed toilet seat. Your face was washed clean, your hair a little damp at the edges, and your eyes looked tired in a way that went deeper than sleep. He didn’t say anything right away. He just stepped closer and bent to lift you without warning. You made a tiny startled sound, but the second he had you in his arms, you buried your face against his neck and clung to him. He carried you back to the bed and sat down with you still pressed against him. When he tried to set you down, your arms tightened around his neck, and he realised you were crying. Small tremors shook your body, pressed against his. His chest tightened, but he didn’t say anything about it. He just settled more comfortably against the headboard and let you stay exactly where you were, one arm wrapped around you while the other moved slowly through your hair. After a minute, he quietly told you, “I brought something to eat. And your painkillers.” You pulled your face out of his neck then, sniffling a little as you rested your forehead against his shoulder instead. Your voice came out rough and small when you answered. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to your hair. “You don’t have to thank me for this.” You shook your head weakly, still tucked into him. “I do.” Heeseung could feel the tears building in your voice before you said the rest. “I feel so shitty,” you murmured. “I’m sorry. I’m such a burden.” Heeseung went still for half a second. He felt a pang in his chest at the words, at how wrecked you sounded saying them. “You are not a burden,” he said, low and certain. You gave a shaky breath that almost became a laugh, but didn’t. “I probably ruined your evening.” He frowned a little. “You didn’t ruin anything.” “I did,” you insisted, though weaker now. “You were supposed to be there for Sunghoon, and then I got drunk and had a panic attack and–” He cut in gently, thumb brushing over your hairline. “And I was here because you needed me.” That seemed to catch you off guard, because you went quiet for a moment.

So instead, you just stayed there, looking back at him. And Heeseung, still gazing at your face with all the softness he had, leaned in and kissed you. Your breath caught, just a little, before you melted into it with a soft little sound against his mouth that made his whole body go warm all at once. The kiss was gentle at first, careful and almost shy. It was awkward for about half a second, just enough for you both to pause and breathe out a tiny laugh against each other’s mouths, but then Heeseung’s hand settled more firmly at your waist, and you shifted closer on instinct. You adjusted, hissing softly when your hip bumped into him, and Heeseung pulled back immediately, brows knitting in concern. “Sorry, sorry.” “No,” you whispered, already shaking your head, your hand finding his shoulder to keep him from moving away completely. “Just–wait.” He stopped instantly. You shifted your legs a little, trying to find a position that didn’t make your hips or ankle complain. Once you were settled properly against him, you kissed him again. This time it was smoother. Softer. Less hesitant. His thumb traced a small circle against your side, and you sighed into him, not breaking the kiss, the sound went straight through him. It was slow and warm and sweet in a way that made his chest feel full. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just comfortable, like the two of you had both been waiting for this, and neither of you wanted to waste it. When you pulled back, it was only just enough for air, your forehead still hovering close to his. Heeseung’s hand stayed at your hip, thumb moving in slow circles there as he looked at you like he was still a little stunned by the fact that this was happening at all. You were breathing a little unevenly, eyes heavy and warm and fixed on him. He couldn’t help the small, helpless smile that spread across his face. And then, because neither of you seemed capable of saying anything sensible yet, he kissed you again. When he pulled back, it was only far enough to rest his forehead against yours again. “You really were adorable,” he said, voice low and amused. You let out a tiny, helpless whine and buried your face in his shoulder again, but he could feel the smile you were trying to hide. He kissed your hair once and held you close, still grinning.

Your dad was waiting in the hallway. You had taken the double dose of painkiller, hoping they would work well enough so you could hide your limp from him, just before you climbed into Heeseung's car. It wasn’t working as well as you hoped, but your father was apparently too angry to even notice that. “Where were you?” he asked sharply. You blinked at him, a bit startled. “Dad, I–” “Don’t start,” he cut you off, before you could even start talking. “You lied to us, disappeared to a party, stayed over at some boy’s place, didn’t tell anyone where you were, and now one of the girls there has been drugged.” He kept going, voice rising with every word. “Do you understand how sick with worry we were? Your mother and I thought something had happened to you. We thought you might be hurt, or worse, and then we find out you were with Heeseung all night.” Your mother stood a little behind him, tense and quiet, but your father looked like he had been holding himself together by pure force all morning and had run out of patience the second you walked in. The mention of Heeseung made your throat tighten. Heeseung himself had gone still beside you, but your dad didn’t seem to care that he was there at all. He barely even looked at him, his focus locked fully on you, like you were the only person in the room. Your face burned. “I’m not a child.” “You are acting like one. You never listen,” he said coldly. “Not about your injuries, not about your limits, not about anything. You always think you know better, and every time, you prove that you don’t.” Your face went hot with shock, but he didn’t stop. “Look at what this has gotten you,” he said, voice clipped and sharp. “Sneaking out, staying over at some boy’s place, lying to your family..” You stared at him, stunned into silence for a second. “You want to know what the problem is?” he went on. “You keep acting like you can handle more than you can. You push, you ignore everyone who tries to help you, and then something goes wrong, and suddenly everyone else is supposed to clean it up.” “That’s not–” “It is,” he cut in. “You risked your health just for that? An evening out? I’m sure you drank alcohol as well, compromising your health even more.” His words landed hard enough to make your stomach turn. “I was fine,” you said, but your voice was already shaking. “You were careless,” he snapped back. “That’s what you were. Careless, stubborn, and impossible to reach.” The silence that followed was worse than the shouting. You could feel your pulse start to hammer, anger flaring hot and immediate under the hurt. “I was with people I trusted. Nothing bad happened to me,” you said, your voice rising in spite of yourself. He let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh. “Nothing bad happened to you because we were lucky.”

You hated that your dad was right, that they had sacrificed so much for you, that they would have to continue to do so, just because your body was incapable of healing. By the time you found yourself in front of your brother’s apartment, you had run out of tears to cry. You did not remember walking there, passing the ice cream shop, the small cafe Soobin, which you had gone to a million times, or the barber with the horrible advertisements. You just knew that somehow you had ended up there, in the place that still felt safest when everything else had become too much. You let yourself in. The apartment was quiet when you stepped inside. You barely had time to register the living room before Soobin appeared in the middle of it, seemingly startled to see you. For one second, you just stared at each other. Then your whole body gave out in the worst possible way. You stumbled forward without meaning to, still wearing one shoe because you had not even thought to take it off, and crashed into him hard enough that he had to catch you. The second you were in his arms, all the fight drained out of you at once. You broke. The tears came fast and ugly, hot and uncontrollable, and you could not hold any of it back anymore. Not the hurt, not the exhaustion, not the fury that had been sitting under your skin since the argument, not the humiliation of being here like this, not the aching, constant pain in your foot that you had been pretending was not ruining everything. Soobin’s arms tightened around you immediately. “Y/N?” he said, shocked and worried, but you could barely hear him over the sound of your own breathing. You shook in his grip, face pressed somewhere against his shoulder as you cried hard enough to make your chest hurt. Soobin shuffled you toward the sofa with slow, careful steps, one arm still wrapped around you. He kept asking what happened, what was wrong, if you were in pain, but every time you tried to answer, the words broke apart under the force of another sob.

Heeseung was a little surprised when you asked him to drive you home the next day, but he agreed right away. He could tell from your voice that this wasn’t a casual favour. “You’re sure?” he asked. You nodded. “Yeah. I’ve decided to talk to my dad and get this straight.” That made him glance at you more carefully. “I have to start dealing with everything,” you said. “The surgery, pushing my exams, figuring out who’s going to handle the PR stuff.” You looked out the window for a second before adding, “The first stop is dealing with my dad.” Heeseung nodded once. “Okay.” You gave him a look that was grateful, almost nervous, and then went quiet for most of the drive. When he pulled up in front of your apartment complex, he thought that was it. But you didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, you made him drive into the parking lot, and when he parked, you still didn’t release him. Your fingers stayed wrapped around his, warm and steady, as though you were borrowing his nerves as much as his support. “Come upstairs with me,” you said. He blinked, then nodded. The two of you rode the elevator and walked down the hallway together, your hands never separating. Heeseung could feel the tension in your grip. When you unlocked the door, he took one look at your face and knew that beneath the calm, you were bracing yourself. You stepped inside first, and he followed. The apartment was dim, the light low within the living room and spilling softly into the hallway. For a second, the whole space felt suspended, like anything could break the peace right now. Then you took a breath, turned, and pulled him gently further inside. Heeseung barely had time to take in the room before your parents noticed the two of you standing in the doorway. They were on the sofa, and both of them got up in surprise. You didn’t let them speak. “Mom, Dad,” you said, your voice steady despite the way your hand trembled against his, “this is Heeseung. My boyfriend.” Heeseung’s stomach flipped at the word, though he barely had time to process it before you kept going. “And there is something I have to tell you. I’m having to get my foot amputated. I’ve known for a while now, since a few weeks after the surgery, actually.”

The silence that followed was immediate and devastating. Heeseung’s mind went almost blank with the shock of hearing you say it so plainly, so directly, in front of them. He had known this was coming, but hearing it spoken out loud in that room made it feel impossibly real again. You didn’t stop. “I know this is hard to hear, but there is nothing to change. I’ve already made my decision,” you said, your voice still controlled, though he could hear the strain under it now. Your mother had gone pale. Your father looked like he had been struck by lightning. Neither of them seemed able to speak at first. You kept your gaze on them anyway. “I’ve been thinking about staying with Grandma for the healing process,” you went on. “Because I’m over whatever this is here. I’m over being treated like I’m stupid, and if nothing changes until the surgery, I will make that happen.” That was when your mother’s face crumpled. Your father looked stunned in a different way, like he was trying to force the words into something he could understand and failing. Heeseung stood there, still holding your hand, feeling very aware of himself and also completely unsure what he was supposed to do with his other hand, his posture, his face. You looked tired, but you didn’t back down. There was a long, awful silence. Then your mother started crying. Your father did too, though more quietly, tears running over his face. Heeseung’s chest tightened. He knew this must be harder on them than it had been on him. They were your parents; they had been there for every setback, for every try, for every failure. Heeseung didn’t even want to imagine the pain they were feeling right now. Before he could decide whether to step back or speak, your mother moved first. She crossed the room in a hurry and hugged you tightly, crying against your shoulder. “Oh, Y/N. My baby. My poor, poor baby.” You stood there for a second, stiff with surprise more than resistance, then your face softened, and you patted her back. “It’s fine, Mom,” you said, your voice gentler now. “It’s fine.” Heeseung watched the whole thing with a strange heaviness in his chest, not because it was wrong, but because it was so much. So much pain had been sitting in this family for so long that it was finally spilling out all at once. Then your mother pulled back, she wiped at her face, and turned to him.

sunishake

down your nose — sjy

jake is too conscious about the thing sitting on his nose but all for wrong reason. afab reader x roommate!jake ! fluff ! silly ! reader is older than jake ! late night giggling type shit ! ꈍᴗꈍ

"What are you looking at?"

Jake flinched at the piercing coldness of your voice, followed by an annoyed huff. He immediately pushed his glasses back up his nose, the same pair that had been resting on the sink counter for almost an hour now, and stammered “u-uhm, nothing...” You gave him a weird look and shoved his shoulder lightly so you could stand beside him in front of the mirror. Jake quickly realized he was hogging most of the space and scooted behind you. “Sorry… you must’ve been waiting for a while.”

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don’t make me beg

᧔♡᧓ grumpy riki! x sunshine reader! y/n ignoring riki so much, confused riki, surprise birthday party, mention of insecurities, a tiny bit suggestive, comfort

eight. next.

notes : miu here ! im back yall 🥳 so sorry for the little inactivity but i was suffering so bad but IM BACK, hope you guys liked this chapter. only one chapter left before the end of "don’t make me beg" 🥲 (if you didn’t get tag in the taglist, it’s mostly because i couldn’t find your username!)

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🃏JAKE SMAU: scammer!jake pokémoncollector!femreader

y/n just wants to finish her pokémon card collection. Jake just wants quick money... even if it means scamming someone on twitter. what starts as a failed scam after she exposes him in seconds turns into late-night dms, constant teasing, and something neither of them expected.

warnings: attempted scam (not taken seriously), lots of cursing, 2am arguments over pokémon cards, Jake being a little embarrassing, zero communication skills, kys joke

song rec: love for you - loveli lori

the airport was louder than she expected.

people rushing everywhere, luggage wheels scraping against the floor, voices echoing through the terminal.

y/n adjusted the strap of her bag, looking down at her phone again.

no new message.

of course he wasn’t here.

she didn’t even know why she expected him to be.

jake : where are u

y/n : near arrivals

jake : got it

y/n : you’re really annoying i think i’m lost

jake : look up then

slowly, she lifts her head.

and there he is.

leaning against the railing with his hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just nearly stopped her heart.

jake.

real.

not a profile picture.

not a late-night text.

not typing bubbles on a screen.

for a second, neither of them moved.

jake looked exactly how she imagined.

which somehow made it worse.

because now she had to deal with the fact that he was actually real.

and smiling, a nervous smile, but still.

y/n : u liar !

jake looks down at his phone, then back at her.

jake : surprise..

y/n laughed before she could stop herself.

jake pushed himself off the railing and walked toward her.

until he was standing right in front of her.

“hi,” he said.

y/n blinked. “you’re taller than I thought.”

jake stared at her for a second before laughing softly.

“that’s the first thing you say to me?”

“you said look up,” she defended.

“that’s crazy.”

“you’re still ugly by the way.”

“there she is.”

part 8 part 9

a/n: hey it’s the end! i don’t know if i like tell me what you think in the comments:)

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memorab1lia

I want a heejake audio please 🙏🏻🙏🏻

HeeJake Audio (Request)

Dom!Heeseung X Sub!Jake

Minors DNI

Warnings: Moans, wet noises.

Heeseung always forgets how sensitive Jake is when they're having sex

A/n:I missed posting here (I miss Hee so much)

maishee

SOFT SPOT

You know I got a soft spot- the attending of your ER has a known reputation for being a grump but for some reason not with you

✚- doctor!heeseung x nurse!reader - part of the only exception series - slow burn - angst - comfort - fluff - wc: ~10.8k (whoops)

warnings- depictions of hospitals + medical settings (may be inaccurate at times) - mentions of needles - mentions of blood - reader gets very overworked + burnt out - profanities used (everyone act shocked) - fainting - kissing - not proofread

notes!! greetings everyone, ive had this in my drafts for a while so decided to tweak it so it could fit the series im doing. i did try to make it somewhat realistic however thats kinda hard given im not a nurse. if i reused the same words millions of times, no i didnt. im not used to writing such long fics, if you read and enjoy please leave me feedback, like or reblog!!

Being a nurse wasn’t easy.

But then again no one ever claimed that it was. Sure at times it could be incredibly rewarding, seeing patients making a full recovery. The feeling was incomparable.

But there was also the lows. They always seemed to hit rock bottom. Your first time losing someone, even making a small mistake weighed down on you like a burden.

You didn’t know why’d you chosen to become one, probably because you thought it’d give you some sense of fulfilment.

Now, here you were sat at the nurses station during another gruelling night shift.

You were supposed to just be reviewing some charting, updating them if needed. But that’s when you noticed something off, multiple of dosages listed didn’t make sense.

You turn to Jia, another one of the nurses, “Who’s the attending on call tonight??”

“Dr Lee. Why??”

“Can you come just check something with me before I bother him. I’m not in the mood for one of his lectures, they’re too calm to even be considered a lecture.”

Jia scoots her chair over to the computer to see what you’re talking about, “See these doses they don’t seem correct right??”

She nods, “Yeah definitely not…especially that dose, way too high for a kid. Want me to page Dr Lee??”

“Why don’t you just call him Heeseung, that is his name you know?? And yeah page him…if someone gives those doses it could be catastrophic.”

Jia rolls her eyes playfully, “Your the only one who’s allowed to call him Heeseung and you know that.”

“Am not!!” You counter, although you know it’s partially true. He’d always had a soft spot for you.

“He literally adores you!! You get that soft, approachable look while we get daggers for glares!!”

You start ‘hitting’ Jia with some loose papers, providing some joy in the bleak hospital setting.

By the time Heeseung arrives you’re already too far gone. It’s not until he clears his throat that you diverge from your play attack on Jia and notice him. “So the nurses around here like to abuse each other for fun??”

You and Jia give him a flustered look, clearly caught off guard by his sudden appearance, “No not at all!!”

He doesn’t push any further, “Why did i get paged?? How can i be of assistance to you??”

You turn the computer screen towards him, “I was reviewing some patient charts when I spotted some unusual doses had been entered which could be a potential danger. I just wanted to triple check with you first.”

He glances over the charts, his black-rimmed glasses sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose, “Youre right. These dosages don’t make sense…I’ll make sure to check by all the patients and reiterate to staff the importance accurately entering chart information. Helps lower your workload a little bit.”

As he’s about to walk off you suddenly remember something, “Heeseung??”

He turns back to face you. “Erm this chart in particular. Unless I’ve forgot basic calculations couldn’t this dosage for a child potentially be fatal??”

He takes another look at it before his expression turns concerned, “What room is that?!” His tone urgent.

“305.” There’s no time for him to explain or elaborate.

He rushes off in the direction of room 305. This cannot be good.

🩹

A few hours later you’re sat in the break room, counting down the seconds until your shift is over.

You’re spread across three chairs trying to at least catch some rest. Whilst one of the other nurses, Mina, is having a fight with the coffee machine after its 5th breakdown in the space of a week.

“I swear if you do not turn on right now and give me the shittiest yet also best coffee of my life im going to quit.”

“Mina, it’s an inanimate object. It’s not going to start talking or responding to your requests when you try to intimidate it!!” You say running a hand through your hair frustratedly while sliding further down the chair.

“You never know!! Maybe the CEO has like a camera in here and he can activate the coffee machine at his wish. But right now it seems more like he just wants to torture his nurses!!”

Jia sighs, “I hope no doctors walk in here now. They’d probably page psych to give you an evaluation for onset psychosis and possible schizophrenia.”

“That’s what this job does. It turns you into a zombie on the verge of insanity at the end of every shift,” you say with a shake of your head .

“Speaking of the doctors i hope none of them try to infiltrate our break room,” Mina says returning from the coffee machine with nothing but a drained expression.

“I know right!!” Jia adds on, “As if half of them don’t have fancy on call rooms. This is nurse territory!!”

As if on cue, Heeseung enters. “Is Y/N in here??”

Immediately, you stand up and straighten out your wrinkled scrubs, “Yep im right here. Anything i can do for you?!”

“Come talk to me outside please.” His voice is monotonous, you can’t tell whether you’re about to get scolded or praised.

As you walk out you turn to glance at Jia and Mina. Jia gives you a thumbs up, hoping for at least some good news. Meanwhile Mina starts acting like she’s praying for you as though you’re about to be sent to the depths of hell.

Once two of you are outside Heeseung turns to face you, “Nice catch there today.”

“Oh…thanks, what actually happened after you disappeared to go check on the kid??”

“Thankfully, i got there in time. No one had been around to do meds by then so she was fine. All the dosages should’ve been altered,” he says you can tell he’s pissed off deep down though. Pissed off that his staff would be so careless and reckless.

“That’s good then…” you pause for a second debating whether to say the next part or not. “Was there a correlation between the charts and any members of staff or??”

You knew most people here weren’t down for conspiracy talk here, especially not Heeseung. No one needed a rumour disrupting them when they were trying to save a life.

He shakes his head, “No so i presuming it was a glitch in the system or something.”

“Either that or some of the doctors here are more incompetent than they’d like to admit…” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Heeseung smirks, “And what exactly do you mean by that Y/N??”

“Well…um,” you try to think of a way to make what you were about to say nice. “I think some of the doctors here have a superiority complex. They think they’re so much more qualified and intelligent than the nurses because they went to med school.”

That’s when you remember who you’re talking to, “No offence though…”

Heeseung stifles a chuckle, something other personnel at the hospital rarely see, “None taken. I’ll make sure to have a word with them to remind them to respect the people who keep this place from running into the ground.”

His pager buzzes loudly in his pocket, “I have to go.”

You nod understandingly, here any wasted second could be fatal. Heeseung rushes off now back to his usual, serious self nothing like the man who almost laughed when you started to berate his staff.

You emerge from the corridor with a smug, victorious smirk on your face. “What did you do??” Mina asks her eyebrow raised.

“He said ‘nice work’ and when i went on a rant about the idiot doctors he almost let out a laugh,” you plop yourself down onto the seat in between Jia and Mina.

Jia almost spits out her drink mid sip, “Am I hearing this correctly?? You made THE doctor lee crack a small laugh?? As in the one who’s known for being a miser to anyone else other than you??”

Mina gives you a proud look, “Look at our girl go. Revolutionising this hell hole by making all these grumps partially less grumpy!!”

“Yeah Mina flattery will get you everywhere. You should try it…or maybe just trying being nice for once.”

“Hey I am nice!! But only to the people here who i can tolerate…here that seems to only be you guys…”

🩹

Another day, another shift, another 20 patients.

The nights always passed in a blur. Not tonight though. Tonight was making sure it was memorable. That it wouldn’t leave anyone’s mind for months.

It started as peaceful as you could get in a hospital. Intake for new patients, basic checks on the ones who’d been here a while, the simple stuff.

That was until 10:09pm.

The red phone rang aloud, the one only used for severe emergencies with multiple casualties. Mina answers it in her most professional, practiced voice.

Everyone else waits in a tense silence for Mina to deliver the news, it’s always something devastating. “Listen up people!!” All the staff gather around waiting for her brief.

“There was a car accident on the nearby highway. Huge pileup of cars. Patients will be split between us and another hospital. If we are overcrowded go by a triage system. Most critical equals seen first!!”

Immediately, the department falls into a controlled chaos. You can hear Heeseung barking commands at interns and residents, his voice demanding authority.

“Where do you need me??” You ask Mina. “Go with Dr Lee or Heeseung or whatever i should call him. If you’re the only one he can handle on a normal day…I dread to think what he’d be like with anyone else in a situation like this.”

You nod and rush over to Heeseung, “Mina assigned me to you so just tell me when and where you need me.”

“We’re gonna be in trauma room 3. We take whoever they bring to us and we make it work, got it??”

“Got it.”

Hours pass like minutes as you work your way through masses of patients. Normally on nights like this it was difficult to even remember a patient's name after you’d transferred them to the necessary unit but today one stuck out like a sore thumb.

Hana. She was a young girl no older than 7 who you only saw for what seemed like a brief moment in this hectic night yet she still stuck to you. Her injuries weren’t severe in comparison to the many others tonight but the sound of her cries kept ringing in your ears, almost haunting you.

When the disorder of the department finally begins to settle you tear off your, now bloody, gown and toss it into the nearest clinical waste bin.

“Heeseung?? I need to go check up on something, if anyone asks where I am, could you cover for me??”

Usually Heeseung would say no. He didn’t like to break rules or policy which you were sort of doing. But tonight for you he was willing to make an exception, especially when he had a presumption for where you’d be heading. “Sure, I’ve got you.”

“Thanks…” you murmur before rushing off in the direction of the pediatric department.

Inside, the walls are lined with colourful, cheerful illustrations made to help the children feel at ease. But you know there’s one certain girl who won’t be feeling that way. Not with tonight’s events.

You walk over to the nurses station, “Um excuse me, did a young girl called Hana get transferred up here?? It would’ve been around an hour ago now.”

One of the nurses starts typing on the computer, probably to find Hana’s records before nodding, “Yep we’ve got her, poor thing was in that crash. Someone send you up to check on her or is it down to personal concern.”

You pause for a moment debating whether to tell the truth or not.

Seeing your hesitation the nurse speaks up again, “If it’s the second one nobody’s gonna like snitch on you or anything. We all get worried about these little ones at some point.”

“Yeah, just worried…” you murmur finally giving in. “Only saw her for about 20 minutes in the ER before she got sent up here but that image of her terrified, little face is literally just burnt into my mind. And as far as I’m aware her parents are still in surgery…it felt right to check up on her.”

The nurse lowers her voice so only you can hear, “Room 212. Just be cautious, she might be sleeping so try not to startle her.”

You give her a grateful, understanding nod before heading straight for room 212.

Surprisingly, it’s a private one. She hasn’t just been dumped onto a ward with a bunch of screaming, sick kids. But then again you guess that privacy is sort of a guarantee when you’ve just been traumatised by a car accident.

The room is dark on the inside yet you can still make out her tiny frame curled up on the much larger hospital bed. At first, you think she actually might be asleep. That her adrenalines finally crashed, that her small body can’t take it any longer. But then you see those green, fearful eyes peek out from beneath the blanket to meet yours. She holds the contact for a few seconds before pulling the blanket up to cover her face again.

You push open the door to her room, careful not to disturb anyone in the neighbouring room. “Hi Hana,” your voice is as gentle as it can be.

“You remember me?? I’m the nurse from earlier on.” You don’t expect a response. After all, trauma had a funny way of messing with people’s memories, especially kids.

Once you realise she definitely will not be engaging in any form of conversation you instead decide to settle down in the chair beside her bed. You’d learnt it back in nursing school in a session about providing comfort to patients: “if a patient doesn’t want to talk, provide a steady, comforting presence instead.”

So that’s exactly what you would do.

You allow for the silence to stretch for a few moments before trying an attempt at conversation again. “Do you like any cartoons Hana??”

Silence again. You think that she’s not going to answer, but then you hear her tiny, trembling voice. “Bluey…”

One word but that was better than none. “Bluey huh??”

She gives a small nod, her curls bouncing slightly.

You know some people would argue against what you’re going to do, some people who’d say it’s against some protocol. But at that moment ‘protocol’ doesn’t matter to you. What matters is the child in front of you. Besides seeing her so vulnerable, so broken and so alone you can’t help but just want to comfort her. Make her happy again.

“Would you wanna watch bluey?? Does that sound good Hana??”

She shakes her head and sniffles, such a small sound yet with such a heartbreaking effect. “The TV, it no have bluey.”

You lower your voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “Well the TV might not have Bluey…but I have my phone and I’m pretty sure that will.”

Her vacant eyes seem to brighten up a bit at that, “I wanna watch.”

You reach into the pocket of your scrubs and pull out your phone, hoping to find this cartoon on some streaming service. Luckily, you do. Just as you’re about to hand over the phone to her so she can watch in the bed Hana suddenly shakes her head.

Your expression immediately grows concerned again, “You don’t wanna watch your cartoon anymore?? What’s wrong Hana??”

“Nuh uh…I still wanna watch.”

At first you're confused, she’s shaking her head but she still wants to watch?? Then she points to the chair where you’re resting and everything clicks into place.

“Can we watch together?? Like me and mama do at home together??” Her voice is so small, so trusting. It makes your heart ache.

“You wanna watch with me?? On the chair??”

She nods.

Every professional part of you is telling you to say no, there were other ways to comfort patients without crossing such a boundary. But then again every other part of you was focused on the distressed child before you.

Eventually, the professional side caves completely.

Before you know it you're reaching out your arms and delicately lifting Hana to sit down on the chair beside you. “Is this better now hmmm??”

She nods approvingly and leans her head against your side. As the cartoon starts playing you can visibly see the previous tension in Hana’s face melting away as she begins to forget about the accident and bring her attention to the cartoon.

You could swear that as it progresses you see the occasional tug at the corner of her lips. At some moments you even hear a small giggle slip from her mouth. The sound is youthful which makes you happier but also reminds you of the situation, of what this poor little girl has been through.

After about three episodes, you see Hana’s eyes starting to droop, gradually becoming heavier and heavier with sleep. “You getting sleepy Hana??”

Her mouth opens into a small ‘O’ shape as she lets out an exhausted yawn. Her tiny fists come up to rub her eyes. You take that as your yes.

You go to lift her back into the hospital bed but Hana only tightens her grip around your arm before shaking her head with as much defiance as a girl her age can have. “Cuddle.”

Not even a moment later she’s somehow managed to wriggle her way onto your lap, her entire body weight draped over the top of you. Safe to say you were officially trapped.

With no other choice left you wrap your arms around her small frame, “Okay…okay cuddle.”

At first she seems reluctant, like sleep will take her away from the one thing she knows is constant in this ever changing time, you. She was too scared to sleep out of the fear of losing you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur against her hair.

Gently, you start rocking her. Although the chair isn’t exactly suitably equipped for this sort of situation you could make it work. Backwards and forwards. You repeat the motion over and over and over.

The combination of the rocking with the rhythmic beat of your heart, the warmth of your body. It seems to lull her into a state of relaxation.

Still not fully asleep but closer than before.

That’s when you remember it, a song that your mother used to sing long ago back when you were a child who was unable to sleep. Much like Hana right now.

You start humming the tune under your breath, sure you may be a little off pitch but it’s not exactly like Hana would care.

Within minutes, her defences have weakened. You can tell she’s fighting to keep her eyes open, still fending off sleep.

It only takes a few more seconds for her to surrender.

Her eyes close fully and her leads lolls slightly forward until she's using your shoulder as a pillow.

You don’t bother to move.

You can’t leave her. Not tonight anyways.

🩹

You don’t realise how long you’ve been sitting there until the first signs of dawn begin to seep through the curtain. The orange glow of the rising sun illuminates the once dim and dull hospital room.

Looking down you see Hana, her face peaceful in sleep. Somehow her small hands have latched onto a fistful of your scrubs. She’s not willing to let go of you anytime soon.

Attentively, you brush a stray strand of hair away from her forehead.

You’re so focused on her you don’t hear the sound of the door being pushed open. You don’t notice the sudden extra presence within the room.

It’s not until he speaks that you finally divert your attention. “Your shift ended hours ago Y/N.”

You look up to see Heeseung standing before you. His hair is messy, probably from pushing it back so many times in frustration at the interns yet otherwise he looks rather composed. Especially for a man who’s shift is nearing the fifteen hour mark.

“So did yours…” your voice is barely above a whisper, careful not to wake Hana.

“I had extra charting to catch up on from the accident. You however…you seem to have a bit more of a unique situation going on over here.”

“I don’t need you to reprimand me right now.”

Heeseung shakes his head, “I had no intention of doing so.”

“Then why else are you up here??”

“Her parents are out of surgery. They should both make a full recovery.” He pauses for a second before adding, “Go home Y/N. Go rest. You’ve done as much for this little girl as possible.”

You gesture to Hana’s hand which is tightly clutched around your scrubs. “Unfortunately I don’t think she’s willing to let me go.”

“Y/N I’m serious. You should’ve been home hours ago.”

“So should you. Besides, I don't want to leave her alone. She’s a terrified child.”

Heeseung closes the distance between the two of you, “Give her to me then. That way she won’t be alone. And before you try to argue with me, I’m off tonight you aren’t. I can rest later but having a nurse dead on her feet during shift isn’t ideal.”

“But she’ll wake-“

He cuts you off. “We know if we won’t try. Also if she does I can get her back to sleep…I’m better with kids than most people would assume.”

You start to give in. After all, Heeseung was right, he always seemed to be. You needed to sleep more than he did. Eventually, you reluctantly agree.

“Good. Now just hand her over to me.”

Carefully, you transfer Hana into Heeseung's arms making sure she is fully secure before finally letting go of her for the first time in hours. She stirs slightly at first when she realises your scrub top has escaped her grasp but almost instantly settles down once she realises that Heeseung’s stethoscope is far superior to hold.

Your arms ache from being in a fixed position for such a great length of time. But seeing Hana’s tranquil state makes it all seem worth it.

“Go home Y/N.”

You nod and begin to slowly walk towards the door.

A beat.

Then, “You’re a great nurse Y/N. Just stop overworking yourself, that’s how mistakes happen.”

🩹

After that interaction, something changes. Nothing big or significant, just the smaller things.

You find yourself feeling Heeseung’s presence more. Noticing the way he seems to be watching you from afar amongst the crowded ER. How he’s always there even when you don’t realise it.

Around a week later, you, Jia and Mina are inhabiting the break room again. “We all look like shit.” Mina says suddenly.

“Have you ever tried to be like positive or optimistic for a day in your life?? Jia asks whilst rolling her eyes.

“What is there to be positive about on the night shift? It’s all just filled with impending doom and despair.”

You burst out laughing at that. “Mina i get you hate nights especially when you lack the ever so vital coffee but you could at least try to be a bit more joyous.”

Mina shoots a glare at you and then another at the still broken coffee machine. “Surely this hospital has a big enough budget to hire a maintenance guy to repair the god damn coffee machine.”

“She was pushing the age of being antique anyway. I'm surprised she lasted so long.”

You lean in closer to the other two and lower your tone of voice as though you guys aren’t the only ones in this room. “Who’s willing to place bets on the fact that one of the interns broke it.”

“I’d give it ten bucks…” Mina pauses before speaking again. “I would bet more but ten bucks is all I’d risk at the moment.”

Jia lets out a small pft sound. “As if!! Those are the exact same interns who walk around as if they own the place with their branded matcha. Like seriously the only type of coffee that could get me through this shift is a hard, pure shot of espresso.”

Mina sighs, “And don’t even get me started on all their fresh, new scrubs which come in a million different colours. I have about 2 sets of scrubs which get washed probably once every week. That’s if they’re lucky.”

You give Mina’s scrubs a small, playful expression before pulling back with a false look of disgust on your face. “Yeah we can tell Mina.”

Just as Mina’s about to swat your arm, there’s a knock on the door.

That was unusual for the break room. Normally the other nurses would just barge in without a care for whatever may have been occurring inside. It was a strange occurrence for someone to be polite enough to knock before entering.

“Come in,” you say, your voice weary of whomever may be about to enter.

In walks Heeseung carrying a rather large brown paper bag in his hand. When you see it’s him rather than some intern or resident who would probably just harass you, the three of you let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Oh?!” Heeseung’s eyebrow raises. “This isn’t the usual greeting I get, especially when I’m invading the sacred break room. Am I actually getting a positive perception for once??”

“Kind of. People always just sorta don’t knock before coming in usually. So we all made the presumption that it’d be some annoying intern,” Jia replies.

“Also you have what looks like food and or a drink. Which could be seen as a truce or a peace offering.” Mina adds on.

Heeseung nods understandingly and pulls out a tray from the bag with four large cups on it. “Coffee,” he announces quietly.

Mina’s eyes light up as she practically sprints over to grab the warmest cup. She takes a sip and lets out a small, contented noise. “I swear to god Dr Lee or Heeseung or whatever the hell is appropriate right now, I could actually kiss you.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” he says whilst looking around, partially puzzled at Mina’s sudden affection towards him.

You let out a genuine giggle and shake your head, “I believe that Mina may have been speaking metaphorically, Heeseung.”

He nods slowly. That would certainly make more sense than Mina, who usually barely tolerated him, now abruptly wanting to kiss him purely over coffee.

Jia gives Heeseung an incredulous look, “Why did you bring us these?? How do we know that they haven’t been tampered with??”

Mina’s expression falls immediately, as though the coffee is actually in fact poisoned. “Holy shit. You’re right Jia, what if they’re tainted?? I shouldn’t have been tempted by coffee so damn easily.”

“Well I would never even consider doing such a thing but if it calms your nerves it was a gesture out of kindness. You nurses are the reason this hospital doesn’t collapse and you don’t get enough credit for it in the first place…but now you don’t even get a coffee machine. So I thought I'd try to give back.”

Hearing that the coffee truly hasn’t been tampered with, Mina picks hers back up before starting to drink it again. She chugs it so quickly any random person would think that cup of coffee was the last liquid left on earth.

You reach down to grab a cup and as though in sync so does Heeseung. Your fingers lightly brush against each other. The contact isn’t much but it’s there, it sends a spark through you. Almost like there’s a connection between the two of you.

Quickly, you shake that thought away. The two of you were coworkers and he was just trying to be nice. That was all there was…right??

“Thanks…” you murmur, suddenly feeling rather flustered at the idea of you two being something more.

Heeseung gives you something that’s halfway between a smile and smirk, “No problem. Now if you’d excuse me I’m going to distribute these properly among all the nurses.”

As he exits Mina sinks back down into her chair, the coffee still strongly in hold. She looks at you dawning a thoughtful expression on her face. “You know what Y/N. Maybe you were right after all. Maybe heeseung isn’t a complete grump.”

🩹

Monday is harder than usual. Sure Mondays were always worse than the other days but today felt different…like things just weren’t going your way.

But by 9pm you could already tell that today was wrong.

The first patient you had seen presented with what could only be described as average symptoms. Like he had possibly a common cold, nothing more. Nope. Five minutes later he was in respiratory distress. Luckily, you caught onto it early and he would make a full recovery, but nobody wanted to be that shaken up so early into a shift.

Then there was the family. Normally you could deal with families and their kids well but god these people were stupid. You’d stressed to them multiple times the importance of the fact their son receives treatment, they still decided to walk out.

Now here you were sat with Mrs Chen. She’s an elderly woman with what is simply put as traditional views.

Just as you’re about to wrap the tourniquet around her arm in an attempt to take her blood, she suddenly speaks up. “Sweetheart i mean no offence when i say this but are you sure you’re qualified to do this?? You look incredibly young.”

You put on the most polite smile that you can manage right now, “Mrs Chen I can assure you that I have all the necessary qualifications required. If I didn’t then I wouldn’t be working here.”

She nods seemingly accepting your answer and allowing you to wrap the tourniquet around her arm. “Actually-“

“Mrs Chen, I cannot leave this tourniquet around your arm for too long without risking cutting off your circulation. So would you prefer that i stop and go to fetch another member of staff instead??”

“…Yes please my dear.”

You pull the tourniquet so it sits looser on her arm and rip your gloves off throwing them into the nearest bin. “Someone should be with you in a moment.”

You walk out of the room and head for the nurses station. “Mina could you do those bloods for the woman in room 111 for me??”

Mina looks slightly confused at first but eventually agrees, giving a small nod. “Could I ask why you aren’t doing them??”

“She thinks I don’t look experienced enough. That I’m too young.”

“Ohhh…wait, are you trying to imply that I look old?!”

“Maybe,” you say with a casual shrug before walking off.

Tears sting in your eyes but you can’t cry. Not here in the middle of the ER, not now. You move towards what’s known as the ‘spare’ supply room.

Now although theoretically it was just a normal supply room compared to the other one it was more out of bounds, so people tended to not venture over there as much unless they really needed extra supplies. Therefore making it the perfect place for a breakdown.

That statement comes from experience.

You push the door open and once inside slide down against it. Your back provides a solid weight against the door as though to prevent anyone from coming in. You know that if they really wanted to they would.

The tears hit you hard, the culmination of many bad days all finally being exposed. It felt stupid, crying like this over work but then again this was just part of the job. How draining it was, the emotional exhaustion- they were just things you had to accept when deciding to become a nurse.

As the hot stream of water continues to flow down your face there’s a knock on the door. That same knock that was on the break room door a few days ago.

Heeseung.

“What??” You try to keep your voice steady but a small crack gives you away.

“It’s me Y/N.” His voice is gentler than normal, “Can I come in??”

For a moment you debate pushing him away, telling him to leave, that you don’t need his support. Right now you do.

You scoot away from the door before letting out a small, “Fine.” You try to wipe your eyes, to regain some composure despite the fact it’s already too late. Heeseung heard that crack in your voice, probably your sniffles while he was waiting outside as well. He knows you’re not okay.

At first, he doesn’t say anything. He simply just sits down beside you aiming to comfort you without words. When the tears finally begin to subside that’s when he chooses to speak, “Bad day??”

Somehow you manage to let out a huff of a laugh, “Calling it a bad day is being gracious.”

“That’s fair.” He pauses for a second giving you a considerate glance before starting again, “So then…shit day more fitting??”

A watery smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, “Incredibly shit day.”

He pulls down a pack of cotton wool from one of the stock shelves and hands a piece over to you. “Here, I know it's not ideal but at least it’s something to dry your eyes with.”

You take it appreciatively, giving your under eyes a gentle dab to wipe away any evidence of your previous tears.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for what feels like ages but is probably only a few minutes before you finally bring yourself to talking. “Don’t you have better things to be doing right now. You know, like attending to patients??”

“If anyone seriously needed me they’d come and find me. Besides, who else is gonna check up on the nurses if not for me.”

“Yeah because you are soooo notorious for doing that,” you exaggerate.

He shakes his head and places a hand over his chest fiening mock offence. “Well maybe I don’t but I’m checking up on you right now.”

“Thats because I’m your favourite.”

“Sure.”

“You aren’t denying it??”

“Maybe it’s the truth.”

His pager goes off and he almost immediately snaps straight back into professional mode, not concerned friend mode.

“I need to go…”

“It’s fine…go save more lives.”

He gives you a big smile, probably the first genuine thing you’ve seen from him. “Will do.”

🩹

Wednesday was a long day. Although consistently working 12+ hours everyday would to most already be considered long enough, today was dragging.

Time passed agonisingly slow and by the time 11pm rolled around both you and your body seemed to be completely drained.

You were just doing some charting, playing it safe whilst you didn’t feel your greatest. That’s when an intern comes rushing over to you, “Excuse me, are you a nurse??”

It’s rather tempting to say no. Fabricate some lie that you just decided to wear a nurses ID badge and scrubs because you felt like it, just because you wanted a laugh. You can’t do that though, you have to at least attempt to be amiable.

“Yep. What gave it away??” You say sarcastically.

The intern doesn’t seem to understand sarcasm so gives you a bewildered look, “Your badge, your-“

Your voice cuts him off, “I was being sarcastic.”

“Ohhh right…um anyways could you come help me with this patient??”

You nod and quickly stand up. It’s too quick.

Before you can even fully process what’s happened your mind begins to fade. Your body starts to fall and you hear a sharp THUD sound as everything goes black.

The first thing you hear as you start to finally come to is the sound of interns scrambling, their voices obviously nervous as they speak.

That’s when you hear that voice. The one you could probably still recognise even when you grow old. Heeseung. Of course he was here. “Did anybody even try to catch her?! You didn’t think to break her fall or possibly soften the landing?!”

Oh god he is furious.

It wasn’t unknown to you that Heeseung would often lose his temper at the interns when they did something idiotic but hearing it in person felt different. You didn’t know whether he was always this enraged or whether it was down to this specific situation but one thing was clear and that’s the fact he’s pissed.

“Is she responsive?? Has anyone bothered to check her airway??” Heeseung demands a response from the interns.

You hear some of them mumble weak excuses, about how the situation overwhelmed them and they forgot the basics. God was this seriously the next generation of doctors?!

Your eyes open partially but even a glimpse at the light sends your head spiralling with pain causing you to involuntarily let out a small, pained squeak.

“I know Y/N. I know,” Heeseung tries to soothe after hearing your distress.

You eventually manage to squint your eyes open letting you take in the scene before you. Heeseung is stood beside you whilst a group of interns are huddled in the corner. They’re still trying to take notes but it’s clear that they were heavily reprimanded.

The nurse side of you is telling you to lie back, be a good patient but your body seems to have a mind of its own. You start to force yourself up- something you definitely were not supposed to do so soon after passing out.

A strong, firm hand pushes you back down against the uncomfortable hospital bed. “Y/N don’t. You know sitting up is not a good idea right now,” Heeseung tries to reason with you.

“Yeah I know…”

At that moment Jia bursts into the room, “What the hell is going on in here?!”

She starts moving towards you before noticing the crowd of interns lurking in the corner. “All of you out now!! This isn’t some sort of spectacle!!”

They all quickly shuffle out after that until the room fully clears out apart from Heeseung and herself.

“What happened?!”

You try to speak but Heeseung beats you to it, “Some intern asked for her help with something, she stood up and then passed out.”

“Do we know why??”

“Can you two stop talking about me like I’m not here?!” You snap but quieten down shortly after. You don’t mean to snap at them but frustration got the better of you.

“We don’t know why Y/N fainted so I’m ordering some tests.”

“Ughhh,” you groan. “Would it not be better to use these resources on you know like…patients who actually need them??”

“You fainted so now you’re a patient as well.” Jia states.

“Jia could you please run a full blood work up. Just so we can see if anything jumps out…if not we’ll order more tests.”

You shake your head in refusal, “I am not getting any blood taken from me. The needle freaks me out.”

Heeseung gives you a look of disbelief, “You’re a nurse and you’re scared of needles?!”

“I’m not scared. I just simply find blood tests unpleasant,” you try to argue.

“She’s scared of them. In fact, only saying scared is generous. She’s like petrified.” Jia butts in.

“Jia, you're supposed to defend me!!”

“I’ll hold your hand then,” Heeseung says.

“Hahaha you are absolutely hilarious.” You think he’s just being sarcastic or maybe mocking you for your fear.

“I wasn’t kidding. Jia can draw your blood whilst I hold your hand. As long as it means you won’t be refusing medical treatment I’m up for it.”

You end up reluctantly agreeing, “Fine.”

As Jia begins to prepare the equipment a sudden wave of hesitation hits you. “Jia, are you like 100% sure you wanna do this to me. We are best friends after all…I wouldn’t want it to influence you at all.”

Heeseung takes your hand into his, the grip surprisingly warm. You thought his hands would be cold and devoid of warmth, similar to his personality on certain occasions. Or maybe it just depended on the person. You were supposedly his favourite after all.

The tourniquet wraps around your arm, the feeling is tight and uncomfortable. “This is the worst part,” Heeseung murmurs, his hand beginning to rub gently over your knuckles.”

“Ugh this is so stupid. That’s normally my job to say that…but here I am now being the victim instead.”

“Youre the patient,” Jia corrects.

As Jia advances the needle into your arm your face scrunches up in discomfort. Although, admittedly the feeling isn’t as awful as you had anticipated.

“…Wait, that actually wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

Hearing you don’t need comforted anymore, Heeseung abruptly pulls his hand away from yours.

“We had informed you that it wouldn’t be bad but you know…”

Heeseung switches back in doctor mode acting like he wasn’t just a big softie who offered to hold your hand when he heard you were scared of something. But then again that could’ve just been because he wanted the test over and done with.

“I’ll have these run to the lab and leave Jia as your company for now.”

🩹

The results come quicker than you had expected.

Jia had left around ten minutes ago, and understandably so, to go and attend to some ‘other patients.’ You still weren’t used to being referred to as that.

Heeseung walks in holding a tablet. “Damn that was quick…” you mumble.

“Told them its priority. Well it always is when it’s a member of hospital staff.”

“So what’s the result?? Anything that could be a reason behind my random fainting??” You ask although you aren’t entirely sure whether to be curious or not. There’s always the possibility it could be something bad.

He hands the tablet over to you so you can take a look for yourself, “Low blood sugar is probably the most likely one. Can you remember the last time that you ate before you passed out??”

“Maybe a little more than a few hours beforehand…” Now it was all starting to make sense.

Heeseung lets out an exasperated sigh, “You need to take better care of yourself Y/N. You do so much for others yet so little for yourself.”

You couldn’t argue with that, it was the truth after all. However in this career it seemed almost impossible to do so. You’d start with one patient, then get roped into helping another, it was like a cycle. A cycle that repeated again and again and again. And by the time that was over hours had passed leaving no time for a break.

“I know…but it’s hard to get anytime to myself.”

Heeseung gives you a sympathetic nod, “I get it Y/N…with a job like this. I’m not trying to blame you, all I’m trying to emphasize is, how are you supposed to care for others when you aren’t at 100% yourself?”

He’s got a point.

“Anyways you’re taking a few days off so you can get the rest and recovery that you need.” It’s not a request.

“Seriously??”

He nods, “Doctors orders…and also hospital standards. We’ll manage to survive without you.”

You flash him a weak smile, “Survive but not thrive.”

Heeseung shakes his head, “Everyone will definitely be a little bit more miserable, you bring the positivity up…especially in Mina. And you’ve got all of us to support you, so you can always just give us a call if you need anything.”

“Could someone call me an uber or taxi or something?? I don’t think driving right now would be a wise decision.”

“Mhm, ill pay for it and walk you out when it gets here.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to.”

You nod slowly, “I don’t wanna be a bother but I don’t exactly fancy leaving my car here overnight…”

“I can take it back,” he offers straight away. “I can drop it off after my shift, is there anywhere specific where I should park it??”

“There’s an underground parking bit but you need a code to get in…it’s 5918. I trust that you won’t be trying to break into my apartment anytime soon.”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. “How did you discover my secret plan?! But in all seriousness it’s safe with me.”

A few minutes later, you’re in the locker room trying to retrieve all your belongings before the uber arrives. It’s then that you realise you forgot to bring your coat which isn’t exactly ideal with the bipolar nature of the weather which means that it’s now freezing outside.

You turn to Heeseung who’s leant against the locker beside yours. He says this is ‘protocol’ but you aren’t too sure of that.

“Do you think I’ll be too cold outside without a jacket??”

“Take mine.” It sounds more like a demand rather than an offer.

Heeseung opens up his locker which is on the opposite side of the room and pulls out a hoodie. “I know it’s not a coat but it should keep you relatively warm.”

You nod and take it gratefully, “Thank you.”

You pull it on, although it does hang off your much smaller frame you can’t deny how cozy it is. It smells so distinctly him , a mix of hand sanitizer and that perfume he always wears.

“Come on I’ll walk you out before the uber arrives…only if you want me to of course.”

“Yeah I don’t really fancy being dizzy again, then passing out, then being left on the ground.”

Heeseung winces, “I’m still in disbelief that there were so many people around yet they just left you to fall and hit the floor. They could’ve at least caught you…I thought that was just basic human decency but evidently not.”

“Uh huh, I heard you giving the interns a hard time over that whilst I was still half unconscious.”

As the two of you walk out side by side, Heeseung turns to you, dawning a smirk across his face, “You can’t deny that they didn’t deserve it though.”

“Maybe they did…” The interns did have an infamous history of being arrogant at times. “But maybe they didn’t.”

By the time you’re outside the uber is already parked, you hope that you hadn’t made the driver wait for ages.

“Message me when you get home, call me if you need anything whilst you're off.” You open your mouth to speak but Heeseung starts again, “And I mean anything, even if you think it’s stupid…just don’t hesitate.”

“Jeez you sound like my parents right now. Anyways if you were mid emergency you wouldn’t abandon that to check that I’m home.”

“I’d see eventually. Or just page me or something, just let me know that you got home safely. Got it??”

“Got it.”

🩹

The first day at home is harder than you’d thought it would be.

You’re so used to the dynamic, ever changing environment of the hospital that now the peace and quiet of your apartment feels mundane. It bores you.

You try to occupy yourself by watching TV, reading, even doomscrolling- stuff you would’ve found entertaining at one point in your life. But it’s no use at this moment.

The entire nature of it feels so wrong. Lazing around instead of being productive. Eating takeout from a box rather than anticipating whether your patient is about to code or not.

Not to mention the fact that you’d practically been living in the hoodie Heeseung had given you. The baggy fit made it incredibly comfortable to lounge around in and the scent reminded you of him, which reminded you of the hospital…that put you somewhat at ease.

When the second day comes around you know trying to find a hobby to pass time is pointless. So you resort to staring up at the cracked, peeling apartment ceiling. Obviously, the upstairs neighbours have no grace—when do they ever— it seems like they must be having a game of who can make the loudest noise with the amount of thumps you’re hearing.

That’s when you hear that oh so familiar knock on your door.

You push yourself off the bed and move into the living room just in time to hear Heeseung’s voice come from the other side. “Y/N are you there?! Could you let me in??”

You let out a small hum before talking, “Could you please be quieter…I’d prefer not to get a noise complaint from some rather annoying neighbours.”

He quietens down as the door unlocks with a click.

There stands Heeseung. He’s wearing sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt, he looks so casual, so much more approachable like this. But then again you hadn’t ever seen him out of his hospital issued scrubs and attire. He’s holding a bag in his hand which looks quite filled with god knows what.

“You doing okay??” He asks as he enters.

“Do you want the truth or what you’re going to want to hear??”

“The truth.”

You flop onto the couch with a sigh, “Well for some reason I feel even more drained at home than I do at work. Guess I’m so used to being busy that my brain doesn’t know how to switch off anymore.”

“Makes sense. That’s why I’m here.”

You look at him completely perplexed, “And why exactly is that??”

“To take care of you. I’ve got supplies in this bag, food, a weighted stuffed animal…my sister recommended it. I just thought you always take such good care of everyone else but no one ever does the same for you…”

He wasn’t wrong…but then again taking care of people was your job after all.

Heeseung pulls from the bag the ingredients for your favourite type of chicken noodle soup. “I heard from Mina that this was your favourite and I figured you could use something other than takeout.”

“How would you know about my takeout?? Are you spying on me, Dr Lee Heeseung??” Your tone is teasing.

“Nope simply made an inference from the takeout boxes sat on the kitchen counter. Besides, you need actual nutritious food.”

“Hmmm, I accept your offering of the chicken noodle soup.”

Not long after, you’re curled up in bed when that nostalgic aroma of your mothers classic chicken noodle soup starts to make its way towards you.

In walks Heeseung holding a steaming bowl filled to the brim with your favourite. “Here, it’s still piping hot just how you like it.”

The hot soup touches your lips immediately giving the comfort that you’d normally only have being back at home with your family.

“I see you’ve done your research. It’s perfect.”

“I’ll have to inform Mina of that, she was rather convinced that I’d mess it up. Also if you ever find yourself in the situation where you’ve done something wrong under no circumstances tell Mina or Jia. They give in rather easily when being interrogated.”

You shake your head dramatically, “Seriously?! Guess you’re my only accomplice whom I can trust now.”

He smirks, “Oh so I’ve been promoted to accomplice now.”

“…I suppose so. This chicken noodle soup counts as an act of loyalty.”

The bowl is fully emptied soon after. You’ve drained it dry to the point where there’s no evidence of the chicken noodle soup which previously it was overflowing with.

Heeseung takes the bowl from your hands and sets it down on the bedside table. “Anything else I can do for you??”

“Don’t you have a job to be getting to?? You know you have an ER to run??”

“I told them I’d be a bit late. Still got a little while until my shift starts anyways…so anything else you want??”

I mean you’d be yearning for someone to cuddle for a while now but that didn’t exactly seem appropriate to ask of someone who’s essentially your boss.

“Y/N?? You need anything??”

You shake your head, “Nope.”

“I know you’re lying.”

How could he read you so damn well?! It was so aggravating!!

“…it’s not exactly appropriate,” you mumble.

“What is it??”

You look down at your hand, twiddling your fingers together awkwardly. “Just a hug…” your voice is barely audible.

Without hesitation, Heeseung sits down beside you on the edge of the bed and pulls you into his arms. “When you said that I thought you meant something actually inappropriate,” he murmurs against your hair.

“Well I kinda think it is giving we’re coworkers…”

“We also aren’t in a professional setting so right now it could be argued that I’m simply comforting my friend.”

You look up at him, eyes hopeful. “Friends??”

“Friends,” he agrees.

🩹

Despite Heeseung’s original advice for you to stay off for a few days, you end up returning to the hospital on the third day.

After Heeseung’s care last night you feel suitably rested and recharged. Sure everyone’s still a bit weary due to the passing out incident but after hearing you’ve sufficiently rested their nerves seem to ease.

“Just don’t be fainting on any of our patients. Some of them come to us for heart attacks; they aren’t in need of another one.” Mina tells you just before your shift begins.

You roll your eyes playfully, “It was one time Mina. One time that everyone refuses to let go of.”

“In all fairness it was only like three days ago…that’s still rather recent. Oh also I’ve organised that you’ll be taking a rest break every couple of hours, so you can replenish your systems.”

You sigh, “You are literally like an overbearing sister Mina.”

“Hey I’m just trying to take precautions to ensure the best care for both my patients and my staff.”

You can’t help but giggle at how similar her and Heeseung sound right now.

“What this is no laughing matter Y/N!!”

“You just sound like a very certain someone right now…who’s name starts with a H.” You manage to say in between laughs.

Mina gasps, “Do you know how offensive that is to me?? I am nothing like that grump!!”

“Yeah…yeah. Anyways I’m gonna go tend to my first patient so sulk all you want.”

It’s room 111 again. This room only seemed slightly cursed by now.

You push open the door to reveal Mrs Chen lying on that bed again. “Mrs Chen, so we meet again!!” You're back to using the enthusiastic, professional voice again.

“Oh well hello again my dear!!”

You pump some hand sanitizer onto your hand before approaching her. “So what brings you back to the ER Mrs Chen??” Your tone is gentle yet probing.

“Well I don’t think it’s too much of a big deal but my arm occasionally feels a bit tingly. So my daughter brought me in but right now she’s outside signing some forms. She keeps saying it’s better to be safe rather than sorry but I feel as though I must bother you folks an awful lot.”

“It’s no trouble at all Mrs Chen…it’s our jobs after all.”

You pull out a blood pressure cuff, “Could I wrap this around your arm please?? It may feel a little tight or uncomfortable when it inflates but it shouldn’t hurt. It’s just to measure your blood pressure.”

She nods and holds out her arm allowing you to wrap it around. Given Mrs Chen’s reputation and her particular taste she’s being remarkably cooperative today.

As you secure it around her arm she starts speaking out of the blue. “My dear, who's that handsome doctor outside??”

Your eyes immediately fall on Heeseung but then again Mrs Chen probably finds anyone with a face handsome at her age. “Who do you mean Mrs Chen??”

She points directly at Heeseung, “Him. He’s very appealing to the eyes. Will he be paying me a visit anytime soon??”

The cuff starts to inflate around her arm. “That’s Dr Lee Heeseung, he’s the ER attending on night shifts so yes he probably will be paying us a visit pretty soon. Is that an issue Mrs Chen??”

“Well when I look like this, yes it is!! We must fix my appearance at once!!”

“Mrs Chen I can assure you that he’s seen people in far worse condition than you are right now. And in my opinion you look perfectly fine.”

You lean down to take off the cuff and she whispers. “Does he have a girlfriend??”

“Not that I’m aware of-“

The door opens with a slight creak sound and in walks heeseung, you could swear by now that he has a sixth sense to know when people are talking about him. “Mrs Chen you’re back so soon?? Did you really miss us all that much??”

“Well if I’m being honest I had no intention of returning!!” She defends herself, “It was my daughter. She is just a bit overly cautious at times.”

“Well I’m sure that as Y/N has already mentioned that it’s better you come and visit us just in case.”

You’re giving Heeseung a brief rundown on Mrs Chen’s condition when she speaks up again, “Have the two of you ever thought about dating?! Your visual chemistry is satisfying for my eyes.”

“Mrs Chen I don’t think…” you trail off.

“What I think Y/N was going to say is that it wouldn’t be very professional or appropriate if we dated…”

Mrs Chen gasps, “But you still aren’t saying no!!”

You both let out a sigh in unison. “Well I’m not denying that I would be open to going out with Y/N one time.” Heeseung says.

I’m sorry what?!

Your jaw drops agape. What the hell did he mean?!

“I’m simply just saying that now isn’t the correct time and place to discuss it.”

🩹

And that’s how you ended up on a date with Dr Lee Heeseung, the resident grump of the ER.

You both had the morning off so decided to settle for a small cafe spot just outside of the city. It was perfect- far enough away from the hospital to give you privacy from any possible prying eyes.

When you arrive he’s already sat inside the cafe waiting for you. If you knew one thing about Heeseung it was that he had the tendency to be early.

“This still feels so…” you murmur, taking a seat across from him.

“Weird, wrong??” He finishes your sentence for you. “Yeah I get it. Guess we’re just so used to hanging around in break rooms that anything slightly more formal feels strange.”

“…I still can’t believe that this is happening because of Mrs Chen of all people.”

Heeseung shrugs, “She just gave me a way to say what I’d been wanting to for a while now…what are you thinking of getting??”

“Pancakes.”

“You know you're very decisive when it comes to your food choices,” he says with a chuckle.

“God forbid a girl knows what she likes!!”

The two of you continue to talk whilst waiting for the food to be brought out. It feels nice to have this lighthearted moment outside of work, especially with someone like Heeseung.

“Do you think we’ve ever treated anyone from here who had like an allergic reaction or something??”

Heeseung almost spits out his drink at your random reference back to work, “I thought you were supposed to be the optimistic one?!”

“I’m being realistic. People could just eat something without realising they’re allergic to it.”

“Well to answer your question unless it was severe then nope. They’d be diverted to a smaller hospital that was closer by…i thought we agreed to keep this part of our lives separate from the work part??”

“Ughhh but it’s so difficult,” you whine. “Everything just reminds me of that place.”

The waitress places the pancakes down in front of you and Heeseung waits until she leaves to start speaking again. “Even these pancakes??”

You nod solemnly, “These give me flashbacks to the time that Jia spilt maple syrup all over the break room couch and it like absorbed so anytime anyone sat down it would just be sticky…”

His eyes widen, “That was you guys?!”

“It’s not like we did it on purpose!!”

“Didn’t an intern literally quit the program because of that?? Because everyone was blaming them for it??”

You look away innocently, “Possibly…”

By the time that your date is technically over you can only be described as a flustered mess. Your cheeks warm from emotion.

You try to split the cost of the food but Heeseung ends up paying for it all- of course he does.

As you’re walking out Heeseung stops to look down at you, “Do you wanna come back to my place for a bit or??”

You did but the universe had other plans. “…I can't, I have to go do some important family things.”

He gives you a small pout and those irresistible doe eyes in an attempt to sway your decision, “More important than me??”

“Do not give me that face Heeseung!! I can’t believe you’re trying to weaponise your cute little bambi eyes against me!!”

For a man known for his harsh nature at work he was shockingly adorable when he wanted to be.

“Hmmm you shouldn’t have expressed how much you liked them then. Now when ever you won’t do something for me work I’ll just whip these out then bam you’ll be whipped.”

“Hey!! I’m not the one who doesn’t do what you want!! That’s Mina…and those eyes would not work on her at all.”

He raises an eyebrow, “How could you be so sure of that??”

“Mina has like a heart of steel, it doesn't even soften for crying children…in fact that just worsens it….she also talks to inanimate objects nicer than she does to real people.”

“…Yeah Mina’s an interesting character,” Heeseung admits. “Well anyways i guess if you really can’t stay then you’ll just have to give me a parting gift.”

You pull his head down and press a small, delicate into his lips. “Was that satisfactory enough for you Dr Lee??”

He shakes his head, “Unfortunately not…i think ill need a few more. After all, I have been waiting a rather long time for this so you better make it worth the wait.”

You kiss him again and again and again, until your lips are slightly puffy from the work they’ve been putting in and your lip gloss has partially stained his lips. Seeing this you pull away with a small giggle.

“Why are you laughing at me??”

You reach up and wipe some of the gloss off his lips onto your finger, “Here.” Showing him your now pink, glossy finger Heeseung can’t help but chuckle as well.

“Guess you really proved it was worth the wait hmm??”

“Yep…but I have to go now.”

Heeseung nods understandingly, “Text me when you get home okay??”

“Will do!!” You shout whilst rushing off.

🩹

The two of you start ‘officially’ dating shortly after.

You keep it quiet, especially at work. Only a select few people know- that being Jia and Mina. It’s not like you’d be able to keep a secret from them anyway. But you do have them swear they will not tell anyone else in this building.

Jia takes her oath particularly seriously whilst Mina just jokes saying she ‘has no one else to tell in the hospital.’ She wasn’t wrong given that you and Jia were the only people she could actually tolerate.

At work there’s pretty much no change. During those hours you and Heeseung act indifferent towards each other. You keep professional boundaries. At most someone would just presume that you were just his favourite nurse, which they wouldn’t be wrong about.

However, outside everything changes. You spend most of your time where you aren’t working together. You even take a few ‘coincidental’ days off at the same time.

Nobody at the hospital bothers to question it though. For all they know you could just both be sick at the same time.

Dating someone who was essentially your superior at work wasn’t easy. But you made it work.

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the summer i got horny - s.jy

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summary. nerdy sim jaeyun is sweating buckets when the baddie he's been crushing on sits in his lap on a two-hour road trip.

pairing. nerdy!jake x baddie!female reader

genre(s). oneshot, smut, big porn with a small plot

warnings. MDNI, jake is a professional yearner, jake is very shy and repressed (and a bit insecure), masturbation, pervert!jake, unprotected sex (pls don’t), subby switch!jake, top or bottom he's always a sub, reader is a bit mean, jake cries a lot and begs a lot, slight sunsunki if you squint, handjob, blowjob, nose-riding, jake eats her out as well, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary, BRO WHY IS IT NEVER-ENDING, but like it's messy, EDGING EDGING EDGINGGGG, reader calls him jaeyun, reader is jealous and possessive, implied aftercare, enhypen ensemble, hmm please let me know if i missed anything! not beta read we die like injang

word count. 14,807 words

note. oh boy! this used to be a veeeery old, 8k-word draft, my take on nerdy jake that i decided to polish and give life to. it is also a gift for my bestie and fellow jake's wife: dr. @twocupsofsuga 🫶🏼 congratulations on passing medschool! you're so smart mhm here's my lap dance for you 😏