#day24

Lifting his eyes to glance at you whilst you move around the room, a grin on your face as you slightly dance along. 

He simply sighs with a shrug, continuing his coffee. 

When you had said you bought new mugs he didn’t expect there to be little sharks at the bottom. 

Nevertheless he was slightly amused. 

But then there were other things. 

New pillows would appear on the couch. 

You would simply say, the others weren’t quite cosy enough, aren’t these cute though. 

Brendon would agree almost instantly, opinions bending to agree with you in a second. They certainly were far cosier than the previous ones. 

Plush and soft to the touch. 

Perfect for those evenings where you would lay against him, eyes drifting shut, soothed by his beating heart, hands clutching one of the new pillows to your chest. 

A new pillow that may or may not have had a little shark stitched upon it. 

And if one evening after Brendon insisted you buy more blankets, noticing there wasn’t enough around the home on those nights where you wanted to be snug. 

He didn’t realise it would result in you coming home with plenty of new ones. 

That might all be definitely ocean themed, deep blue with crisp white stitched edges. Not enough to be obvious. But enough to add to a theme.  

A theme Brendon had no idea you were curating. 

His house that had once been sterile. 

Clinical. Just a place for him to rest his head and house his things. 

Had now become a home, through those simple touches. 

Those little changes that softened his sharp edges. Warmth seeping into the home as soon as you stepped into his life. 

Before you. 

Brendon didn’t believe he would be in this position now. 

Where his mornings involved waking up to the sight of you. 

To the evenings spent lulled to sleep with the steady feel of you nestled in his arms. 

There were times where Brendon thought he would’ve had to live life alone. 

And at times, he was okay with that. 

Even in times where he would sit alone at his dining table, just the gentle scrape of his cutlery as he ate. 

House empty. Silent. Vacant. 

Even in times where all he wanted to do was share a story with someone. Share a funny little thought. 

There was no one beside him…

Even in times where he wanted to share his life.

He understood why it was far-fetched. 

Unreachable. 

Unthinkable.

That he was not an easy man. Not an easy partner. That he was often misunderstood – through not fault but his own. 

His life was difficult to share…

He was known as a Shark in his place of work for a reason.

With razor sharp words, biting remarks. 

Steely demeanor. 

Blunt. 

As cold blooded as the marine predators of the sea.

He had accepted his loneliness long ago…

Until you had come into his life. 

You had pulled him out of his drowned state. 

Had made him understand how he could be loved. 

How he was worthy of softness. Of kindness. 

Had made him realise.

He didn’t always have to be so strong. So tough. Peeling back his thick skin, until you carried his heart in your hands. 

And now. 

Brendon wouldn’t want it any other way. 

His house, no longer quiet. No longer empty. 

Now filled with warmth. With life. With love. With funny little trinkets, and pictures all along the walls, an illustration of a life shared. Of memories made together. 

His house was now a home.

All because of you. 

All thanks to you. 

Whatever made you happy. 

Was the promise he had made to himself, even if you didn’t know it. It was one he would keep and treasure as he held you in his arms, a smile gracing your features. 

And if that included small little nautical touches. 

Small items that paid homage to his funny little nickname. Then that would be alright with him. 

Most of these things, the small little items, he wouldn’t comment on its theme, wouldn’t make note of it. Simply smiling and sharing that it looked good. 

And that was enough to make you smile. 

But then one day. 

After a long day at work. After a day where all he wanted to do was face plant into the bed and pull you into his arms. 

He had wandered sluggishly through the hallways. 

Calling out, “I’m home”

The muffled sound of your reply, “Just in the bedroom!” 

He breathes a sigh, shoulders dipping as he drags himself to the bedroom, shoes, jacket and bag all left to hang neatly at the entrance.

A faint glow of light emanates from the ensuite. A small mist of steam. 

His eyes lift to meet yours as you step out of the bathroom, face glowing, the faint aroma of eucalyptus and lavender enters his lungs. Soothing him down to his very soul. 

Your evening body wash never failed to soothe his senses. Calming him. His eyes trace your figure, taking you in, taking his sweet time. 

Dark blue flannel bottoms just barely dragged against the floor. 

But what had made him raise his brows. 

Had made his eyes dart to you in question. 

Was your shirt.

One he had never seen before. 

A light creamy cotton. That looked soft to touch. Sleeves rolled up to your elbows. 

It wasn’t the colour or the style that had made him freeze. 

No. 

It was the print upon it. 

A shark, plastered across the chest. With two little words. 

Bite Me

“Hi honey,” you smiled, walking across the room to meet him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

As Brendon cranes his neck to look at the shirt once more, before lifting his eyes to meet yours. 

“Do you like my new pyjamas?” you asked. Fully aware of what you were doing. 

From the moment you had learnt about his nickname. You couldn’t help yourself whenever you saw something that made you think of Brendon. 

From the cute little mugs. To the blue soft blankets and the plush pillows. 

All of them in one way or another made you think of Brendon. 

And that was exactly how you came to own this shirt now. 

Catching sight of it in a shop window. 

Once you had set your eyes upon it you simply couldn’t leave without it. 

A grin forming on your face as you watch Brendon admire you. Growing even wider at his response, “I love it”

Pulling away you scramble to reach for your bag, “Great! Because I got you one too”

The small chuckle that slips from his lips, a sound reserved just for you. No walls up, just pure softness, all for you. 

Watching as you tug a shirt from your bag, a dark navy blue, with a shark imprinted upon it. 

The words. 

I Love You With All My Shark

Neatly written beneath it. 

“I will admit that it was mainly for my own amusement,” you say, passing it to him. “What do you think?”

“I love it,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your head. “I love you,” Mumbling softer, a depth to his tone.  

His hands shift to glide along your figure, slipping just beneath the soft fabric of your new shirt, his lips trail along your neck, teeth just barely grazing. 

A small nip at the sensitive skin, makes you yelp in surprise. Biting your lip as you feel flushed. 

He growls lowly, “Let me show you just how much I love you” 

“Oh yeah?” you ask softly. 

Pulling back just enough for you to see the smirk on his face, a teasing drawl slips from his mouth “Afterall, your shirt does ask me to bite you” 

And in a moment you are embraced by him completely. 

As Brendon shows you just how much he loves you. 

Hands worshipping every inch of you. 

Relishing each sigh and gasp from your mouth. 

Brendon Park. The Shark. Would never be described as soft, or overly warm. 

But for you. 

That was a side he was willing to dive into. Plunging into the depths of love with you was easy. 

Was freeing. 

It made him feel alive. 

To the little quirky jokes you made. 

To your laughter as it filled his home. 

The brightness of your smiles. 

To the softness of your touches. 

Brendon relished in it all and craved it with a ferocity. 

He loved you. 

Without question. 

Without hesitation. 

And if that meant wearing a pyjama shirt with a shark on it. 

Then so be it.

Even if the change was small. 

It was clear to most at PTMC that Park had changed. That his demeanor had altered ever so slightly.  

“Wow good job Huckleberry, Shark didn’t bite your head off,” Santos quipped, leant against the desk as Dennis sanitizes his hands. 

“Yeah, it was weird. I even stumbled on something he had definitely yelled at me for previously, but he just corrected it, not a single glare,” Whitaker replied. Confusion colouring his features. 

Whitaker says aloud brows furrowed in thought, “Come to think of it–he hasn’t nearly been as cold as he used to be”

“Take the win, you can walk after crossing paths with him,” Javadi remarked tiredly. Just waiting for hand-offs to be over. 

“A few months ago I swear I saw him make an intern cry,” she added. 

Raising a brow towards her, “Crash, we know that was you”

“It could’ve happened to anyone!” she protested. 

A laugh cuts through the conversation. 

Santos cranes her neck, catching sight of Dana, Robby and a woman talking. 

Happily. Easily. 

A dark blue thermos in hand. 

Whilst you, the mysterious woman nod along to whatever story Dana is sharing. 

Noting the way you elbow Robby as you laugh from a joke he’d made. 

Santos’ eyes narrow at the sight, drawing Whitaker’s and Javadi’s attention to the trio on the other side. 

“Hey, who do you think that is?” 

“Who? Her?” Whitaker tilts his head. 

Santos slaps his arm, “Hey don’t be obvious”

“Sorry,” he mutters. 

“Well she seems pretty friendly with Robby, don’t think I’ve seen her around before–maybe she’s his girlfriend?” Javadi offers. 

Santos tugs on the arm of a passing Mohan, jutting her head, “Hey do you know who that is?” 

Mohan twists her mouth into a frown as she thinks, “Can’t say I do. But it could be anyone really, maybe from another department…” her words trail off, as her eyes widen. 

Exiting the lift. 

In stalks the infamous Shark. 

Eyes scan the space before landing on the very trio Santos had been talking about. 

“Oh my–” Javadi murmurs, mouth gaping. As they watch in shock. 

Brendon’s hand slipping around your waist, a chaste kiss pressed to your head. Your smile widening as he plants himself beside you. 

He offers the smallest of nods to the other two. Dana unable to hide the gleam in her eye from the sight of you both.

She was happy for you both. 

It was clear you were good for each other. 

And Robby would be lying if he said he didn’t see a shift in the way Park carried himself. 

No longer biting when it was unnecessary. Instead slightly, just slightly, a little more compassionate…patient. 

All because of you. 

And the effect you had on him. 

Murmuring softly in greeting, eyes filled with love, as you pass him the thermos. “I brought you some tea” 

“Thanks, sweetheart”

Turning your attention back to the others, “Well it was really nice seeing you both again, I’ll definitely have to have you over our house another time.”

“I look forward to it, hun,” Dana nods. 

As Robby agrees. 

Eyes lifting to glance at Park with a small smile, “See you tomorrow”

Park only offers a curt nod. Simply itching to go home, to curl up with you in his arms. 

Walking side by side, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. 

Passing by the huddled group of young doctors. 

Completely unaware of their speculations. Or just how you had shaken their very understanding of the very misunderstood Shark of PTMC. 

They catch a glimpse of the deep blue sapphire ring sparkling upon your finger. 

And as soon as you both leave their sight. 

They take a moment to have a break down. 

“What the fuck?”

“Did you guys know about this?”

“Are you kidding me? Even Park has a social life outside of work?” 

All sighing and muttering their shock. 

They all swarm around Dana and Robby. 

“Who was that?” 

Dana’s brows raise, while she shares a look with Robby who merely laughs with a shake of his head, leaving to continue hand offs. 

She mutters out the word traitor while he leaves. 

She feigns ignorance, “Who was who?” 

“You know, the woman! The woman that just walked out with Shark like it was no big deal!” Santos elaborated. 

“Oh that woman”

“Yes!”

“That was Park’s fiancee” 

“FIANCEE!!”

Dana nods with a small hum. “Yup”

“And we’re all just cool with that? No surprise there? Shouldn’t check on her to make sure she’s not being held against her will?” Javadi rambles. 

“We’re all cool with it,” she replies. 

“Cool, cool. Cool,” Javadi nods, as she and Mohan lose their cool. 

“She seemed nice,” Whitaker speaks up. 

“She is. Very nice.” Dana affirms. 

Mel interjects as she catches word of the conversation, “Is that why he hasn’t bitten any of our heads off lately?”

“Probably.” Dana responds, before her brows furrow, “Now don’t you all have other things besides gossiping, like, I don’t know, hand-offs?” 

They stand up straighter and scurry away. 

Leaving Dana to chuckle from their antics. 

It was true. 

Your presence in Park’s life has really changed him for the better. 

He was certainly a nicer colleague because of it. 

And you hosted great dinner parties. 

It was truly a win-win situation. 

And you wouldn’t change it. 

Nestled in bed, cosy and warm. 

Dressed in your shark themed pyjamas, that still brought a smile to your face each time you wore them. 

Small little love bites trailing your skin. 

Marks of his affection. 

Sighing as you sleep soundly in his arms. 

Well loved. 

And safe. 

In the arms of a Shark.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little fic ♥️ it's always fun when Brendon's relationship can stun the hospital. But also just how sweet is the idea of him softening for his partner, and literally wearing a shark themed shirt to sleep! (ugh love it) - also you can bet that you insist on having some of Brendon's colleagues over for dinner, like Dana and Robby, and they totally watch him become absolute putty for you. Let me know what you thought. Comments, Reblogs and Likes are welcomed and appreciated 💕 Help yourself and check out my other Pitt Works on My Masterlist Here!

some little photos that helped inspire this fic.