When the surgery is at its busiest, working on reception is like being stuck in the centre of a battlefield. Patients walking up to you, angrily demanding that you reform the foundations of time and make the wait time go down, other's sniffling with a cold and requesting to see the doctor, managing somehow to get an appointment booked before someone else who is literally bleeding on the waiting room floor.
This wasn't how you'd intended to use your biology degree, but you'd needed the money and frankly, five plus years of medical school didn't appeal to you at the time. It still doesn't, but even after all those years spent at college, you're finding it hard to figure out what you want to be when you grow up. And at twenty-four, you're alarmed to realise every morning that you're already there.
It's gone midnight when you leave work, having worked two hours over your original shift just to get through the backlog of patients that had crowded the waiting room. The demand on the surgery meant you were working longer and longer hours, and the ten hour shift you've just completed leaves your muscles weak and your eyes drooping.
Jeongguk's apartment key burns in your hand as you walk down the hallway to his door. You've missed him - ridiculous given you saw him yesterday, insisting at the time that you needed to at least spend one night in your own place. Though, once you'd crawled into your own bed last night, the first thing you found yourself doing was calling Jeongguk, just to hear his voice.
It's been three weeks since Taehyung found out about the two of you, and despite his initial outrage at being left out, he'd been pretty okay. Jeongguk wasn't the "sleaze bag" Taehyung made him out to be freshman year of college anymore (and, to be honest, it wasn't that big of an exaggeration - something you tease Jeongguk with frequently). Four weeks in total since Jeongguk returned and the two of you were finally honest with each other.
A month - you realise, a sleepy grin on your face as you wiggle the key into the lock and open Jeongguk's door with a quiet click. The apartment is dark, and quiet, a small light left on in the entryway solely for you. As you shrug out of your jacket, you can almost make out the quiet, soft snores coming from Jeongguk's room, and you slip off your shoes to hurry into bed with him.
The room is bathed in a soft, yellow glow coming from the table lamp beside the bed. Curtains drawn closed, only a sharp blade of moonlight managing to cut its way across the carpet. Your eyes land on the figure slouched on top of the sheets, softening the second you notice his cell phone laying on his bare chest. He'd clearly been waiting up for you, and the thought makes your heart soar, even when your back aches and your legs wearily drag you over to the closet. Pulling out one of Jeongguk's t-shirts, you slip out of your work clothes, kicking them into a pile on the floor and unhooking your bra. A sigh of relief passes your lips when your naked skin meets the soft, cool material of Jeongguk's shirt, and you wiggle it over your head, pulling it over your panties until it falls at mid-thigh.
Jeongguk still hasn't woken up when you crawl onto the bed beside him, gently plucking his phone off his chest and setting it down on the bedside table. Your body leaning over him must disturb him somehow, as when you sit back, his eyes are on you, dreamy and soft beneath heavy lids.
"You're home,"
Chest squeezing, you grin down at him, running your fingers through the inky hairs that fall into his eyes, "You fell asleep waiting for me, you should have just gone to bed,"
"I wanted to see you," He pouts, a hand reaching up to tug your face down to his, lips ghosting sleepily over your own, "How was work?" He asks when you pull back, making space for you beside him as you settle into the crook of his arm.
"Horrible," You mumble into his neck, nuzzling into him and soaking up every inch of him you can. He smells warm, like sleep and soap, probably from his shower before bed, "I hate my job,"
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Fanfictionthere's no greater evidence of the thin line between love and hate than your relationship with jeon jeongguk. or, a collection of oneshots detailing the addictive rollercoaster that is your relationship with jeongguk. from disdainful mutual friends...