Colors [Yoonmin]

12.

"Mint for good luck?" Jin asked as he handed Namjoon a piece of the candy.

He took it and instantly opened it to enjoy the mint. "Dr. Kim, I accept the candy because it's good not because I think it gives us good luck."

Jin snorted, "It does give good luck. That's why all my surgeries are a success. Well, that and the fact that my hands were carved by the angels above. I'm a literal walking miracle."

"I think you're just overly talented that all your surgeries are a success. The candy has nothing to do with it."

Jin smiled leaning against the sink, he nodded proudly. "I can't argue with that. The candy still does something though. By the way, what I know about you is that you don't believe in good luck and that you hook up with girls. What a mystery you are."

Namjoon thought the sudden conversation change was bizarre, but he didn't think about it too much. "Pretty much sums me up."

"Interesting." Jin murmured as he analyzed his blank stare. He had no current expression on his face. His glasses slid down his nose and he pushed them up closer to his eyes.

"It just occurred to me that I know nothing about you."  Namjoon commented.

"I'm an open book. What is there to know about me? I'm a great surgeon, incredibly good looking, and have an amazing personality."

"Okay.  Can I ask questions about you then? Since you're an open book?"

"Go on. Ask whatever." He confidently said.

"Have you ever hooked up with a guy?"

Jin nearly choked on the mint. He had to turn around from Namjoon and control his cough. In the end, he had to spit out the candy before he really did choke on it.

Namjoon stood behind him watching his face get redder with each breath he took. He stepped closer to him.

"Dr. Kim? Are you okay?"

Jin brought his hand up in the air signaling that he was okay, but his coughing was no joke. Namjoon took a few steps back and grabbed the door handle.

"I'll wait outside. Let me know when you're ready to get started on the procedure." He excused himself from the room.

Jin finally stabilized his cough and was able to breathe. His face was red and hot from both the embarrassment and his choking.

As he opened up the faucet he splashed his face with cool water. He took a deep breath and pressed his hand against his chest.

Something told him Kim Namjoon would cause him a lot of trouble.

•••

"So you just accepted being at his service for who knows how long?" Jungkook asked as soon as the last random intern walked out of the locker room.

"Well, I didn't really have time to talk to him."

"Geez! Will you try again tomorrow?"

"I can try."

"Good, good. Namjoon, how's Dr. Kim? I heard he had this amazing nose reconstruction after that man had that horrible accident."

"Oh yeah. I assisted it in the procedure. He's very cool and plastic surgery is surprisingly interesting."

"I wish I was doing plastic surgery. I don't mean to sound like a broken record on repeat, I just really don't like to be with my resident."

"He can't be that bad. He's Yoongi's friend." Jimin said, trying to defend Yoongi.