Colors [Yoonmin]

38.

"Which of the following is not associated with Reye's syndrome?"

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples. Jimin attentively listened for the following responses as Namjoon continued reading.

"Coma, hyperglycemia, Influenza B, or fatty liver?"

Jimin closed his eyes briefly trying to remember. It felt like his brain was fried from the excessive studying. They had been on it for hours and studying in between shifts was not an easy job.

From running around in the emergency room to having occasional breaks to study was very tiring. It gave him headaches.

"Gosh. I know the answer. I know the answer it's..."

"Hyperglycemia." Jungkook responded.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Yes. It's hyperglycemia." Jimin said disappointed that it had even taken him that long to respond.

"That's correct. Time to switch. You quiz me now."

"I'll pass. I need a break. I'm meeting up with Taehyung." Jungkook said getting up from his seat and walking out.

Namjoon looked at Jimin who had just received a text. He grinned apologetically, "Sorry. Yoongi had a quick break too."

"Fine! I'll quiz myself." Namjoon said as Jimin headed out. He read the questions to himself but it wasn't as fun to do it alone. Why were his friends so tired of studying? He just didn't understand how they could get bored of such a fun activity.

A few more questions later, he sighed, getting up as well in search of Jin. Luckily, he was in his office like he thought. When Namjoon stepped inside the office and closed the blinds, Jin grew anxious.

"Namjoon? Here? I've never had sex in an office. As much as I'd like to my door doesn't quite lock and—"

"I'm not here for sex. I'll will fuck your at your house or in my car."

Jin's face blushed uncontrollably at his foul language. It was so unusual to hear him curse when he was so well spoken and professional.

Namjoon was a different person in bed.

"Fuck. Okay. What—what can I help you with?"

"Quiz me. My two horny friends want to spend lovey time with their mates."

Jin took the paper from him and he cleared his throat, "Well can you blame them for wanting to spend time with them?"

"Mmm. Not really no. I'm doing the same with you."

Jin smiled a little while holding up the paper, "I suppose yes. Okay then, Pancoast's tumor is not linked with which of the following statements."

Ten minutes later, Namjoon had answered all fifty questions. Jin was incredibly impressed with his memory and intelligence.

"There's no doubt you're going to pass this exam. You answered almost immediately to all of them."

Namjoon released a shaky breath. His shoulders came down relaxing almost like he had been incredibly tense the whole time.

"I really hope so."

"Don't tell me you're worried about it? You're so smart. There's no need for that."

"I am worried about it, but now that you've told me this I feel better. You're a surgeon I admire and hearing that from you calms me down."

Jin smiled as Namjoon got up from his seat. He took his papers back and headed towards the door. Once he had his hand on the doorknob, he turned around and rushed to Jin to peck his lips abruptly.