#dvhaejoo

@dvhaejoo “Small mint iced coffee for Yoora,” Taehyung announces loudly, setting the drink down on the counter. He grins as the girl comes up to take the drink. “Have a nice day, Yoora,” he remarks with a small wink. He immediately turns around, and quickly walks back to the cash register. Seeing as there are no more customers in line, he takes the time to catch his breath. He wipes his brow, and sets his elbows down on the counter, leaning forward. Taehyung proceeds to scan the faces dotting the room. He squints his eyes as he focuses his attention on each individual. Maru Café is one of the more popular coffee shops in the local area, although it generally sees the same influx of customers on a day to day basis. Having worked as a main barista for the past few months, Taehyung has had the opportunity to associate names with many different faces. He never thought this would be such a good way to meet people, he thinks to himself, and lets out a small chuckle. His gaze stops when it reaches one particular woman, however. She’s sitting at a corner table, and Taehyung immediately recognizes her as Haejoo. She has made a habit out of coming to this table every few days, yet strangely, he doesn’t know much about her. Yes, they’ve had some amicable conversations, but they were always just small talk or out of pure politeness, he figures. He always feels her gaze on him, however, whether he’s fulfilling drink orders or wiping down tables. He feels a sort of personal obligation to get to know her. “Now or never,” he whispers to himself, and casually makes his way over to her table. He scratches the back of his neck, unsure of what to say at first. “Hey there Haejoo,” he decides on as he plasters a wide smile on his face. “How are you doing today? Just thought I’d come over and maybe talk a little,” he explains, gauging her reaction and whether she would be as welcoming as she looks.

The pain in his stomach was intense, and Jinki grimaced at the amount of blood -- both his and the attacker’s -- on his clothes. Taking one last glance at the corpse now laying next to him, he sighed before trying to dispose of it in a nearby dumpster. “Fuck, why are you so heavy,” he complained. Once the body was in the dumpster, Jinki set the entire contents on fire and slammed the lid shut. He knew he probably wouldn’t be able to make it home tonight; he would have to stop and rest for a bit, but at the very least, he wanted to be away from where he had disposed of the body. So, he stopped just a few alleys down, sitting up against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

It didn’t take long to locate Haejoo, even after stopping to help a few of his interns along the way. He wasn’t really sure what she was doing, and din’t honestly care, but he didn’t think she would mind if he interrupted her. Though, it wasn’t as if she really had a choice anyway. Stepping into the patient’s room, Namjoon called out to her. “Haejoo, can I talk to you for a second?” Without waiting for a response, Namjoon walked back out, leaning on one of the nearby counters as he waited for her to follow. “I have an open aortic valve replacement I’d like you to scrub in with me for. You think you’re ready for it?”