"Ahhh. Another day, another tumor. Sooo basic." Taehyung said sarcastically, staring at his computer screen.

Jungkook quietly sighed and stood behind his resident. He stared through the clear window at the MRI machine that their patient happened to be in.

"Why remove a tumor when you can reconstruct a nose? Nothing beats reconstructing a nose!" He added throwing his hands in the air.

Jungkook bit his tongue to not snap at him. Since his last comment about plastic surgery, he'd been hearing the smart remarks about it. To be so educated and older, Taehyung was very immature.

"Because you can live without a brain surgery and not without a nose surgery!"

"Okay Dr. Kim. Isn't this a bit childish?" Jungkook asked, standing next to him.

"Childish? I'm the childish one?" He replied, pointing to himself.

"With all your respect sir, you've been throwing little remarks at me the whole day. I'm sorry if I offended your specialty, but my passion is plastic surgery."

"Oh Jungcook you did offend my speciality big time."

"It's Jungkook, not cook." He responded offended.

They were too busy bickering; they didn't notice the nurse standing by the door trying to get their attention. "Excuse me...Dr. Kim...Dr. Jeon..."

"Ahh. Did that offend you? I wasn't trying to."

"Agh! Dr. Kim do we really have to do this? You're way more experienced than I am so why did my comment even offend you?"

"Because brains are cool!" He argued getting up from his seat.

"You sound just like Namjoon. Brains are cool. Brains are the coolest organ—"

"It is! I don't even know this Namjoon but he sounds amazing. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from him."

"Maybe you should learn to not be such an—"

"Doctors!" The nurse screamed.

They turned around embarrassed as they suddenly realized the nurse had been there the whole time. "Your patient is ready for the surgery. It's still happening isn't it?"

Taehyung cleared his throat adjusting his collar. He couldn't believe an arrogant intern had gotten under his skin.

"Of course. Are you going to assist me Dr. Cook? Or would you rather sit around doing nothing?"

Jungkook made a fist with his hands annoyed, "I can assist Dr. Kim." He mumbled through his gritted teeth.

"Great." Taehyung was clearly not enthusiastic.

Jungkook followed him to the surgery to wash his hands extensively. When he looked through the glass and saw the patient lying on the table surrounded by the medical staff he suddenly forgot the fight.

His heart pounded against his chest like a rabbit on the run. After gearing up with a gown and a mask, they entered the sterile field.

Jungkook was across from Taehyung who closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. He watched carefully as his resident crossed both of his pointer and middle fingers in the air.

"I will successfully remove the whole tumor with no complication in three hours." He spoke out loud and then held his breath.

Jungkook looked around the room confused, waiting for someone to explain. "It's a ritual he does before every surgery." The anesthesiologist whispered to him.

Finally, Taehyung let out his breath and turned to his nurse to get the blade. For a split second Jungkook forgot how annoying he was.

•••

"Dr. Park?"

Jimin flinched when he heard Yoongi's deep voice behind him. The shiver down his spine traveled all the way to his feet.

He slowly turned around as he pretended to read the patient's chart even though he had already read it ten times.

"Yes Dr. Min?"

"I have a feeling you're avoiding me."

Jimin could feel his brown eyes piercing through him. The blush in his stomach was rushing up his neck making him sweat.

"I—I don't know what you're talking about Dr. Min." He mumbled as he walked down the hall. "I've been very busy with the patients you assigned me too. They're all stable at the moment and—"

Just when Jimin thought he was behind him, Yoongi got in front of him causing their bodies to clash. He looked down at him though they were the same height.

"Oop! I'm sorry I didn't...I didn't see you." Jimin apologized as he finally looked up. He could feel his face was a bright red.

Yoongi smirked, "Dr. Park, I have a feeling I make you nervous. Tell me, do I?"

Jimin's insides flipped flopped at the question. Was he flirting? Was this why he asked for his phone number? Was there no vendetta against him? Did he have a crush on him? The questions flooded his brain in seconds.

"N—no." He stuttered.

Yoongi kept the sneaky smirk on his face as he looked down at the clipboard and pen in his hand. He slowly reached over to put his hand over his.

It was cold and a bit rough. Jimin's skin got goosebumps and the blush in his face spread to the rest of his body, warming him up.

"Your hand is shaking. Should I be concerned about your surgery abilities?"

He shook his head, too baffled to speak. Yoongi nodded teasingly, "Oh. So do I make you nervous? Don't be. I won't get you fired. I promise." He winked.

Jimin held his breath for a split second. Finally, Yoongi pulled his hand away from his. "I'm actually here to ask if you want to assist me in a colectomy?"

"Umm...yes. Of course." He whispered shyly.

"Very well. We have to get ready then. It should be fairly easy. The guy is not too old and he has no chronic...Dr. Park are you coming or not?" He asked, stopping midway.

Even his side profile was impeccable. Jimin shook the jittery fanboy nerves and rushed behind him.
"Sorry sir. I was just thinking of how exciting it's going to be seeing a colectomy first hand."

"Right. Come, come, follow me." He instructed with his hand.

Jimin ignored the dirty thoughts that had crossed his mind and sped up. When they finished getting ready, they entered the surgery room. The patient was ready and so was the rest of the staff.

"Let's not kill anyone today. Okay?" Yoongi said out loud.

"Yes sir." The rest replied in unison.

Jimin's eyes widened a bit, what a bizarre thing to say. He would never say such things before performing a surgery.

The nurse handed him the first instrument and Yoongi watched attentively. It was one thing to watch surgery through the gallery, face to face was mind blowing.

"Dr. Park?"

"Yes sir?"

"What instrument do I use to divide this part of the intestine?"

"Forceps." He answered quickly.

"Okay nurse. You heard Dr. Park. Hand him a pair of forceps."

Jimin's eyes felt like they'd pop out of his socket, "Sir—you—you want me to—?"

"You're here to learn aren't you? How are you suppose to learn when you don't practice? I'm right here in case of a complication, but I know there won't be one."

With a deep breath, he took the instrument in his hands. He could feel the sweat underneath the gloves making them stick tighter to his skin. With Yoongi's words echoing in his head he proceeded.

One and half hours later, the procedure was over. Jimin was washing his hands smiling at his success. The jittery sensation wasn't settling in.

"I'll meet you in the waiting room. We need to let her family know everything went well." Yoongi said as he walked out the door.

Jimin nodded even though he was already gone. As he dried his hands he felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket. Typically, he left it in the locker room but he was in such a hurry today he didn't even have time to stop by.

Out of curiosity he pulled out his phone expecting it to be a text from his family or younger brother. Ever since he moved out of the house they've been calling and texting nonstop.

Being the first person to graduate in the medical field had put so much attention on him.However, when he unlocked his phone it was an unknown number. His heart started racing erratically as he read the text message.

"Good job on not killing our patient Dr. Park ;)"