Your smile, Your ghost (part 5)
Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader, floating nurse…?)
Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )
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: You learn what it’s like to work with Dr. Park.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Park had to admit you were good. You were really good.
You tied his surgical gown around him just right. Not too tight. Not too loose. He almost got a nurse fired before for choking him with the gown when putting it on him.
The back table was impeccable. Everything was angled perfectly. You kept track of everything. A stupid question was never heard from you.
Even with his regular scrub nurse, Linda, it took a few days for her to get the hang of things. You read his mind, knowing his next move before he even had a chance to correct you. Your arm would be reaching towards the tool while the words were on the tip of his tongue.
Park’s plan for pushing you to quit was slipping through his fingers. He couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse to be angry towards you.
He racked his brain for a flaw. He couldn’t think of anything bad that you did today. You kept his schedule on track. You helped him out today.
Always the helpful ghost.
The workday had finally come to a close, he wore his usual pride on his chest. His mind was already on his post-work routines, when he heard your voice.
“Good job, everyone!” Your bright voice interrupted the usual quiet.
Everyone turned to look at you. It took them a couple seconds before they politely nodded in your direction. Most choosing to scatter away. Clearly scared of Park’s reaction. You were unbothered by their quiet reactions.
With a radiant smile, you turned towards Gilroy and the other resident next to him.
“You guys doing anything fun tonight?” You asked, looking at both of them.
“Not really” Gilroy, the only brave one who lingered, answered.”My girlfriend really wants to stay in and watch Love Island tonight”.
“Don’t spoil it! I gotta catch up” you covered your ears. Both Gilroy and the other resident chuckled at your reaction.
“So, who are you rooting for?” The other resident inquired.
“Do not get me started on- “ Park walked away before you finished your sentence. He never engaged in social hour before and he wasn’t going to now.
He approached the elevators and pressed on the buttons. Park took out his phone to check on his messages. The elevator dinged and he quickly stepped inside.
He heard footsteps running down the hallway.
“Please, wait” he heard outside and held the door open. You stepped in.
“Thanks, Dr. Park! These elevators are too slow.” You turned to him, “Are you doing anything tonight?”
You were interrupting his post-work silence. There. That was your flaw.
“No.” He answered gruffly and looked back down at his phone.
“Ah ok” You remained quiet the rest of the elevator ride, thankfully.
You reached across to press on the elevator button, a floor before his. The door opened and you stepped out.
“Have a good night, Dr. Park” you waved at him and walked away.
The doors closed again, Park let out a breath.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about you, yet. You disrupted his silence. You stuck to your usual habit of disrupting HIS habits.
But you were a good nurse. One of the best he’s worked with. He still couldn’t find something legitimately wrong with you.
He would just have to keep it strictly professional with you. You seemed to get the hint tonight that he wasn’t your friend and he wasn’t going to socialize.
He could put up with it for a week. At least, until the next guy came in.
You could not wait for the week to be over.
Dr. Park was definitely one of a kind. You had mentally prepared for the worse, basing it off of your previous experiences. You knew not all surgeons worked the same way. You had dealt with opposite sides of the spectrum.
A surgeon who spoke the whole time about his boring fishing trips and another who blasted AC/DC on the speakers and flirted with the youngest nurse.
You had not really expected one like this.
When he first entered the room, he circled it observing everything and everyone. Definitely living up to his nickname.
The staff was quiet around him. Some scared, some tense. Whatever it was, there was an unspoken agreement to not disturb Dr. Park when he was doing his thing.
He seemed like a very no-nonsense and cold person. Carried himself with a quiet arrogance. Simply unamused by most people around him.
Whether he liked you or not was impossible to tell, though. At least he didn’t yell at you like the other resident.
One of the residents made the rookie mistake of scratching his forehead with his gloves.
“I didn’t use my bare hands”
“Did you use your brain?” Park bit back at him.
It was the survival of the fittest. But thankfully, you knew how to adapt. The words the other nurse said earlier to you had stayed with you.
Warning after warning from people to be careful didn’t worry you, it almost challenged you. Sure, others didn’t escape his bite but you would. You were incredibly stubborn and so determined to do your job right.
He was just one of those surgeons that was cold and didn’t want to socialize during work hours. You understood completely. You did not always feel chatty, but working in a quiet OR was different for you.
As soon as your shift was over the first day, you were itching to talk to anyone about anything. The staff had been so quiet, you felt your vocal chords stiffening from underuse.
You assumed Dr. Park was a little more chatty outside of work, so you tried. But that elevator ride was so painfully awkward, you got off the floor before his instead.
“Are you doing anything tonight?” Maybe that was a terrible question. Didn’t give him much to work with.
So you tried again the next day.
“I don’t really visit the area. Do you have any dinner recommendations?”
That should get him talking, you assumed.
“No.” You assumed wrong. Maybe he didn’t eat out much.
You tried again the next day.
“This weather has been crazy. Hasn’t it?” The dumbest question, but everyone talked about the weather at one point in their work life. Dr. Park was clearly not everyone.
“It’s normal” Probably the most he talked to you outside of work hours.
By the fourth day in a row together, the end of your work week together, you realized there was no point in trying anymore. You were not going to make a talker out of Dr. Park and that was ok. It was the end of your time together, after all. You would soon be back in the emergency department and talking to your heart’s content.
You stepped into the elevator with Mr. Stick Up His Ass. At least, he held the elevator door for you.
“Thanks, Dr. Park!” You reached down to fix the socks sticking out of your shoes. The standing around was really getting to you. Your feet were killing you.
“Hmm” he hummed. You looked up to see him looking at your feet.
“You shouldn’t wear those shoes” That was more than he usually spoke.
“Excuse me?” You were caught off guard.
“Those shoes,” he pointed at your feet, “you shouldn’t wear them.
“I didn’t know these shoes were against dress code or something.” You frowned. “Why?”
Park shook his head. Finally taking his eyes away from his phone and looked you in the eyes.
“Terrible arch support. You’ll end up in my OR in 15 years if you don’t start taking care of that.”
“No, I wouldn’t. I’d go to a good surgeon instead.” As soon as you said it, you regretted it. You looked over at him carefully. Scared you had poked the shark too hard.
He looked like he was smirking. He was staring straight ahead at the doors trying to fight a laugh. Unbothered by your joke.
The elevator doors dinged. His smirked dropped and he cleared his throat.
“Wear better shoes next shift.” He looked at you. You both walked out the doors together. You had even forgotten to get off the floor before him.
“I’m not gonna be here. I’m scheduled for the ER already.” You laughed as you walked towards the exit. “So, you won’t have to worry about me and my terrible shoes.”
Dr. Park stopped in his tracks.
“Right.” He stared at you thoughtfully. “I forgot.” Then pushed open the exit doors for you. You stepped out, him following closely behind you.
“Good night.” He nodded in your direction then walked away.
Well, would you look at that? You thought to yourself. He actually does know how to talk.
A/N: I can’t help it, I love a forced proximity trope. Your feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏻
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