#suagkookie

A/N: i am a mess someone just tie me to a car and drag me down a street of hot coals

“Yoongi hates kids but jungkook is okay”

Check ups

Yoongi just wanted to be a doctor. That’s all. Not a fucking clinic doctor. An actual doctor that saves lives and cures diseases and doesn’t have to deal with 2 year old and their vegan, gluten-free, fat free, fun free mother's.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in vaccines. They poison my kid before he can even build an immune system.” She stood there with her smug face and Yoongi has never wanted to roll his eyes and walk out of exam room 7 more than right now.

“Well of course, miss. I’ll call in a specialist that can help then.” He stood from his chair and walked to the phone by the door, dialing in a number.

“What do they do?” She asked, interest written all over her face.

“The morgue. How tall is your son again?” Yoongi asked, listening to the phone ring and the mother gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You stop that!” She yelled, going to hang up the phone he was holding.

“It’s better sooner than later. Like you said, your son doesn’t have an immune system, he doesn’t have anything to fight off the disease and bacteria that come into his body, making him a perfect target for measles, whooping cough, even the flu. So, how tall is he?” She sighed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Give him the vaccine.” Yoongi nodded, hanging up the phone and grabbing the stuff needed to give this kid the shot.

--

“Min Yoongi, in my office.” Seokjin looked annoyed, as per usual. Yoongi sighed, setting the folder in his hand down and following Seokjin to his office.

“What is it this time?” Seokjin leaned against the front of his desk and crossed his arm.

“The lady that didn’t want to vaccinate her kid this morning? She called me directly and complained that you threatened her son.”

“She was killing her kid, I just told her the truth. Now, if you excuse me, I have a 17 year old that probably has a hangover to get to.” With that, Yoongi left, picking up the file on the nurses desk again and calling the name.

“Jeon Jungkook.” A young man stood, holding his stomach in pain.

“U-uh, that’s me.” Yoongi nodded, motioning for him to follow. Jungkook did, sitting on the table when they got into the exam room.

“Now what seems to be the problem Mr. Jeon?” Jungkook sighed and bit his lip.

“I...uh, my stomach is killing me and I can’t eat without puking…” Yoongi raised an eyebrow and flipped through the chart he filled out.

“Lay back for me, please.” Jungkook nodded and laid back, his hands coming to his side as Yoongi slipped his hands under his shirt, feeling around his stomach, barely even pressing down before Jungkook gasped and grabbed his hand. “Did I do something?” Yoongi has never had that happen before, the people usually having an opposite reaction.

“It, uh, it just hurt. Sorry. I wasn’t expecting it.” Jungkook laid back down, bringing an arm over his eyes and letting go of Yoongi wrist. Yoongi went back to feeling again, noticing the younger tense and hiss.

“I’m gonna lift your shirt, is that alright?” Yoongi asked. Jungkook’s arm whipped off his face and shook his head.

“Oh, uh, that’s alright. I just...it’s okay. I think I’ll be alright.” Just as Jungkook went to stand, he sat back down, grabbing his stomach again.

“Mr. Jeon. Please, don’t stress yourself. Anything that happens here is completely confidential.” Yoongi saw Jungkook falter, his face take on a new expression, going from fear to relief in less than a minute. Jungkook sighed and nodded, lying back and closing his eyes, feeling Yoongi lift the shirt up to his ribcage.

Yoongi inhaled sharply. There was dark bruises covering this kids whole front, disappearing under his shirt and jeans. He felt around carefully, looking for any abnormalities on the inside, hoping to god that this kid wasn’t bleeding interally.

“Well, it seems that what ever happened here is the cause of your stomach pain. May I ask what happened?” Yoongi was hesitant with this kid, never having a case like this before.

“I, uh, I got in a fight with my friend.” It was clearly a lie and Yoongi bit back his tongue, knowing that the fact he was lying was a good reason to think that this kid was either hit by a truck or by someone that shouldn’t be beating on him, like a parent, or maybe an estranged uncle.

“I’m going to prescribe you painkillers. Don’t eat too much, start with soup and when the bruises fade, you can start eating more solid foods. And, hey,” Yoongi snatched back the paper with the prescription on it right as Jungkook went to grab it, “If whomever did this to you does this again, come to me.” Jungkook nodded and Yoongi handed him the paper.

“Why did I do that?” He sighed to himself, writing on the chart that it was constipation and that the prescription he gave was a laxative.

--

Yoongi was in the middle of lunch when his pager went off. He picked it up, reading it and sighing. He tossed the other half of his sandwich away, not feeling hungry anymore as he headed back towards the clinic, seeing the familiar lanky boy sitting in a chair, hair covering half his face and arm over his stomach again. Yoongi grabbed his chart and called him.

“Jeon Jungkook. Follow me.” Yoongi walked to an exam room, seeing Jungkook sit back on the table, his head down and hair in the way of his face.

“They found out I came here and…” Jungkook sniffled and Yoongi moved closer to Jungkook.

“Look up at me, Jungkook.” He used his first name, knowing that now he was in too deep for formalities. When Jungkook finally looked up, his lip was split, his eye had a dark bruise under it, and his neck was covered in hand shaped bruises.

“Oh god...what happened?” Yoongi turned away, opening the drawer full of alcohol wipes and rubber gloves.

“I lied at first...well you probably already know that. My dad saw the prescription and freaked out, thinking that I squealed on him. He a drunken bastard. I’m waiting until I graduate to move back to Busan so I can live with my mom.” Yoongi went to work, wiping his chin off, then carefully wiping down his lip, finding that it was spilt, but not enough to need stitches. “He left for work this morning and shouldn’t be back until late. I woke up in my bathtub and came straight here.”

“Jungkook, you’re gonna need stitches on your cheek.”

--

“What’s with the kid?” Seokjin asked. Yoongi was at his desk, reading a book.

“What kid?” Yoongi wasn’t playing dumb, he didn’t know what Seokjin was talking about.

“The 17 year old that probably has a hangover.” Seokjin sat down at the chair in front of Yoongi’s desk.

“He trusts me, I don’t know,” Yoongi said, not looking up from his book. Seokjin rolled his eyes and sighed.

“He back, by the way. You should probably go down and deal with him. He only sees you, but I guess you already know that.” Yoongi grumbled under his breath, closing his book and heading downstairs. When he got there, he saw him hunch over, panting like he had run a mile. Yoongi barely got his name out before Jungkook was standing and ushering him back to an empty exam room.

“Jungkook what happened? Why are you panting?” He was pacing around the exam room, his hands tangled in his hair, tears running down his face.

“Hyung, I, I don’t know what to do! I messed up! I accidentally said some things and he got so mad, so angry at me and didn’t stop, I can’t-” Yoongi stopped him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from his hair.

“Jungkook. Chill. Just for one second. What happened?” Yoongi could already see that Jungkook’s face was bloody and beaten and by the looks of his hands, he fought back this time.

“I-I thought my dad was asleep so I was in the living room talking to Jimin about how I can’t come out to my dad until I’m in Busan and apparently he heard and came into the room yelling and throwing things. He forced Jimin out and started pushing me around, but I fought back and yelled back and he got angrier and I was able to run out the house and came straight here, but I think he followed me because I went through an alley and saw his car pass by.” Jungkook was sobbing, clinging to Yoongi with all his might, not able to hold himself up anymore.

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay. Listen to me. Do you know how to drive?” Jungkook pulled back and nodded, wiping his face with his shirt sleeve. Yoongi just then noticed his apparel, only wearing sweatpants, a long sleeves shirt, and, somehow, actual shoes. “Take my keys, go to this address,” Yoongi wrote something down on a sheet of paper, handing it to Jungkook, “And take a shower when you get there. The car is a black mustang. You can miss it in the sea of minivans here. If you can’t find it, hit the panic button.”

“Wait, aren’t these yours?” Yoongi was trying to push Jungkook out the room, hurrying the process along.

“Yes, but my friend can drop me off, or I can take the bus. Please, Jungkook, go. If the people at the gate ask you, tell them to call me.” Jungkook paused, stared at Yoongi, thinking over what was going on, not knowing what to do, so he opted for a hug. He clung onto Yoongi tight, thanking him over and over until Yoongi pried him off and shooed him out the room.

Yoongi pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number, sighing.

“Namjoon...hey, I need your help. It’s about a patient I have.”

--

“So you’re telling me he came straight here?” Seokjin asked, still in disbelief. Yoongi nodded and looked back at Namjoon who was decked out in his police uniform.

“I don’t know his address, but I know his name and nearly everything else about him.” Namjoon sighed and wrote everything Yoongi said down onto his notepad, leaving twenty minutes later to find Jungkook’s father.

--

Yoongi came home late that night, still having a lot of work to do. The gate never called him and he worried that Jungkook never made it, but when he walked in the apartment, having hid a spare key above the doorframe, he saw Jungkook asleep on the couch, tucked under a blanket he had set out on said couch. He sighed, setting down his bag on the dining table and heating up the kettle on the stove, trying to be as quiet as possible.

He sat at the table, the light from the kitchen illuminating his work just enough to see. He got about halfway through when he heard a small thump. He turned around and saw Jungkook sit up, scratching his head on the floor and looking up at him.

“Hi, Hyung.” His voice was raspy, clearly tired from crying and heavy with sleep.

“Hey, kid. I see you fell off the couch.” Jungkook nodded and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around himself and walking to Yoongi, sitting in the chair next to him.

“What are you doing?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“Looking over cases.” Yoongi sipped on his tea, picking up his pen again and writing something down. Jungkook watched, reading a couple pages, his head leaning against Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Hyung...what did you do when I left?” Jungkook had pulled away, his attention now fully on him.

“I...called a friend. He works for the police. He dealt with your dad. Don’t worry, Jungkookie.” Yoongi said the nickname without thought, not realizing until Jungkook chuckled, a smile on his face, a rare sight.

“Jungkookie? I like it.” He leaned his head back against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi sighed, a small smile on his own face. He continued working, finding that Jungkook had fallen asleep right as he finished. He carefully lifted Jungkook up, carrying him to his bed, tucking the younger in before he left to shower. When he came back, Jungkook was curled under the blanket, a small smile on his sleeping face. He smiled again, finding the kid cute, not thinking about the possible penalties he would suffer if he actually developed feelings for him.

He crawled into the bed, plugging in his phone and setting his alarm, letting Jungkook cling to him as he fell asleep, a small smile on his own sleeping face.