Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ | "A Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Kɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ Lᴏᴠᴇ"
"Morning, N/n," I say cheerfully, despite being exhausted for some unknown reason.
"Morning." Y/n smiles, before yawning.
"Did you sleep okay?" I ask.
"I suppose." She replies. "You?"
I shrug. "I suppose." And that's when I noticed the bags under her eyes. The deep, bruising underneath her eyes makes it look as though she got zero sleep last night and paid the price for it this morning. She yawns again, and I wonder what kept her from sleeping. It's a mystery to me, that's for sure. "You look like you didn't sleep a wink last night," I comment. "Wow, I take one night shift off and you get zero rest. What gives?"
"Well, I would have gotten sleep," she says yawning again, "but someone kept me up last night."
"Really? Who? I'll scold them for not letting you rest."
"You!" She laughs, "You kept me up practically all night."
"Why?" I ask confusedly. What did I do to keep her from sleeping? I was exhausted last night.
"You drunk-dialed me last night." She answers. "Well, not exactly drunk, I suppose, more like butt-dialed, but...still. You called me all up in a weird fit all about how much you wanted me to kiss you and that I'm your wife, or something," she answers.
"What?"
"You don't remember?" She asks.
I shake my head, which currently contains a massive headache. "Nope."
"Must be hungover. I swear it's from all that damn overworking and overtime you've been doing lately after you so rudely hung up on me." She chuckles, "You're such a dick. You woke me in the middle of the night just to demand that I must kiss and marry you, hang up on me, and then proceed to text me about how your miracle Soju saved your tired ass and helped you see your wife. It's funny, for someone who chastises me for overworking myself you seem to have zero regard for taking your own advice." She smirks now. "Such a dick, Kim Namjoon."
My cheeks flush out of utter embarrassment. "Fuck me..." I mumble, "well, that certainly explains what happened, then, and why my head hurts. I am rather tired today," I admit.
It did explain what had happened. It was all that goddamn exhaustion I've put myself through ever since Y/n's accident. Fuck me, it's my own fucking fault!
"Well, yeah. You were drinking last night, and you called me. You said some pretty weird shit."
"Oh my god, I did? How fucking embarrassing." I swear. "Do me a favor and jog my memory on what exactly I said, would you, sweetie?" I joke, "What...what exactly did I say? I didn't...do anything weird...right?"
