"Did you get in trouble?" Jungkook asked as Taehyung walked out of the chief's office.

He didn't reply and kept walking straight down the hallway. Jungkook felt himself panic. Maybe it had been a bad idea to motivate him to do the impossible tumor surgery.

But then again, it had been a success. Yes, it did take more than ten hours and the chief was pretty upset the surgery didn't get cleared through him, but it had been a success.

A wonderful success that would promote Medica Zone and put them on the news. This man with this huge tumor wrapped around his spine, was tumor free and could walk. So Jungkook was hoping the chief would simply overlook the "not-getting-it-cleared-through-him".

Taehyung pushed the elevator door open and got inside. Luckily there wasn't another person in there so Jungkook quickly hopped inside.

As soon as it started moving, Jungkook pushed the button to stop it. If Taehyung didn't want to talk he would force him.

If the chief wanted to fire Taehyung, he'd probably get fired too. After all, he was the one who convinced him to do the surgery to begin with. And if the chief fired a brilliant neurosurgeon why wouldn't he fire the intern who barely knew shit?

"Dr. Kim, I need you to talk to me. You can't just be silent. My career is also on the line and it can't be over before it even starts. I need to know what the chief said."

Taehyung broke out into laughter and only confused Jungkook more. He rubbed his face nervously, wiping the droplets of sweat that half built up.

"Oh no. You must be laughing because you're in shock and we got fired. We're both fired! I've never even had a solo surgery on my own. I can't believe this. I've never assisted a plastic surgeon. I will never get to assist in a major surgery like the one we did. My career and life are over. I'm twenty-five and my life is over!"

Taehyung kept laughing as he skipped around the small space. This angered the younger one. This was not the time for a psychotic breakdown.

"Okay, this is really pissing me off. I get that we don't like each other but what you're doing here is cruel. You're mimicking me and you're being weird on top of that. I can't allow you to—"

"He loved it! He was so proud! Jungkook, we just made history! That man had been to several doctors who denied the surgery because of the risks, but you and I did it. The chief was angry that we did it without his full consent, but he was mind-blown! I really think he's going to consider me for the neurosurgeon attendee position." He grinned.

Jungkook let out a relieved sigh, "Oh glory! Thank you! Wow! Thank you!" He screamed, spreading both arms in the air. He pressed the button to start moving again. Now his joy couldn't be contained.

"I'm going to be the future neurosurgeon attendee!" Taehyung yelled back. He was so excited that he grabbed Jungkook and kissed his lips.

Jungkook dropped both arms and his eyes remained wide open. Taehyung kept smiling and walked out as soon as the door opened like nothing happened.

Jungkook didn't stop looking at his resident, waiting for him to turn around and explain. Except, he was so oblivious and excited about his future position that he didn't look back.

•••

"Jimin? Hey!" Yuta greeted him with a big smile.

"Hey Dr. Nakamoto!"

"Please, call me Yuta. My last name is too long and I think we're past the formal stage. Don't you think so?"

Jimin smiled nervously as he nodded. "Very well, Yuta it is then."

"What are you doing on the pediatric floor?"

"Well, I had some free time and wanted to come and see if you needed some assistance."

"Ahh, but I thought you weren't interested in peds?"

"What? Why—why do you assume that?"

"When I talked to Yoongi—"

"Yoongi said that?" He interrupted, a little outraged.

"Something like that. He seemed very distracted though. I don't know. Half of the time I don't know what he's even saying." He laughed.

Jimin didn't seem amused at this. Yuta smiled yet again and handed him a chart. "Vernon's shift ended an hour ago. I don't have much to do either, but you can check up on this patient. He had a cast put in for a broken femur. He's only four so the pain is pretty bad."

"Thank you. I would love to check up on him."

Thirty minutes later, he was heading back to his floor. The pager hadn't gotten off, but the doubt had been burning his mind the whole time. Why would Yoongi say that?

It was currently two-forty and he always disappeared at this hour to nap. To his advantage, he knew exactly where he was sleeping. Interns had to find places to sleep even if it was in a corner.

On the other hand, residents had the luxury to sleep in small rooms with actual beds. Sure, the beds weren't exclusively memory foam, but it was better than old patient beds.

Jimin headed straight to Yoongi's favorite room. He intended to open the door loudly interrupting his peaceful sleep, but he had manners.

He also feared finding him having sex with another person. As soon as he entered the warm room he spotted Yoongi on the bed.

He looked so calm, there were little soft snores escaping his mouth and his chest rose up and down as he released them.

Jimin almost forgot what he had come here to do. All he wanted now was to curl up on the tiny twin bed with him and feel his warmth. Lay on his chest and hear his beating heart and have his soft snores put him to sleep.

Dammit he was weak.

He stood in front of the bed. Now that he was close enough, he could see that Yoongi had sweat droplets on his forehead.

He was murmuring something. At first Jimin thought it was a nightmare, but the sounds coming out of his mouth didn't sound like he was in pain.

Jimin's face turned bright red as he visualized what his dreams could possibly consist of. He shook Yoongi a little too violently to wake him up. The last thing he needed was to continue with these intrusive thoughts.

Yoongi screamed, pushing Jimin and jumping out of the bed. "What happened? What's the emergency?" He asked worriedly as he grabbed his stethoscope and lab coat.

Jimin held his hand catching his attention. "There's-there's no emergency. I didn't mean to scare you." He quietly said.

Yoongi looked down at their hands and noticed how he unconsciously held his hand back. "What's wrong?" He finally asked to break the silence.

The sensation felt so right that couldn't bring himself to pull away from his touch. Jimin was the first to let go and it stung a little more than Yoongi thought it would.

"Why did you tell Dr. Nakamoto I was not interested in pediatrics?" His arms were crossed around his chest. He meant to sound angry, but the butterflies in his stomach were erupting, diminishing his upset mood.

Yoongi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew the day would come when Jimin found out about this. It was inevitable when they worked at the same hospital and when Yuta was clearly interested in him.

"I didn't mean to say that. I mean...I did, but I didn't think you were interested in pediatrics because you had never mentioned it before."

"Yoongi, I love general surgery I do, but I also want to explore other specialties. I can't limit myself to one thing when I'm only learning."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sure Yuta will still love to have you on his service one day."

Jimin relaxed his arms, "Yes. I suppose." He mumbled biting the inside of his cheek.

"Umm. So, have you accepted his request for dinner?" He questioned casually. This curiosity was eating him alive.

Jimin shook his head, "No. I don't know how to feel about it. Have you asked someone yet?"

He cleared his throat and looked away from him. "Ehhh...I don't think I'm asking a person."

Jimin's heart sank to his stomach. Of course he still had the hope that Yoongi would ask him. It's all he hoped for, but the truth was that he wouldn't.

He quickly recomposed himself and headed to the door. Being alone with Yoongi only deepened his feelings.

"I better check on the patients. You can rest some more if you want. I think the 90 hour shifts are really getting to you."

"Sure. Thanks."

Once Jimin was out the door, Yoongi took a seat on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. 90 hours shifts weren't his problem anymore.

It was a certain man with sweet homey eyes.