My Dr. Beloved (Yoongi Ff) ✅

2. You Are...!!

Yn: 0∆0 !!!!!!!!......*GASP*

The sight in front of me is the one I've never ever imagined in my life, Ever!! The mask reveals a face, I couldn't dare to imagine seeing from this close. Let alone be his doctor in charge!
  
 

MIN YOONGI ???!

I exclaimed, whisper yelling his name..

But I think it came out a little too loud for a whisper.

Maybe it's not heard by anyone near the room.

Or maybe it is !?!

I don't know...

I can't think properly!!!

What the heck??! What is Min YOONGI doing in a Govt. hospital like this?

Shouldn't they have a proper team and personal high profile Doctors for them?!? I mean they are the biggest kpop group in this country!!!

I'm not saying this is a bad Hospital, but....

Yoongi: I guess you know me?

Yn: Who WOULDN'T ???! (°ㅁ°)

He simrks looking down at the floor. While I stay stunned, my jaw hanging by a thread for it would've fallen by now due to the shock.

I can't think, not able to process that I'm in front of the person I look up to and admire, both as a fangirl and a person this much!!!

Bracing myself for another wave of shock I manage to look at the said 'Companion Guy'.

Yn: That mean you are— Are you Jimin? 0ㅁ0... ??

He looked nervous, lowkey panicking if I start behaving differently once I get to know them for who they are. And not to kid, I obviously wanted to scream my lungs out till my voice cracks, throw false punches in the air and kick my legs while jumping to explain my joy to them...

But...

I was still trying to process I got to see them and talk to them for now.

Companion: Doc, Can you please not reveal us?! I'm asking for a favor.

I finally come back to reality. I don't know how!! But I have to. Well he's my patient right now. No matter who he is, I need to treat him with all my conciousnsess.

Yn: Uh... D-Don't worry...I'll just do my job and... w-won't take a picture or anything to have any... any proof. You both can relax.

With racing heart and trembling hands I turn Yoongi's face gently towards me, while grabbing his chin.

They mustn't see how out of place I'm. Hashtag be a professional! Who I guessed to be Jimin, seems to be relieved by my approach.

I start to examine his facial bones, injuries. Don't get me wrong, I'm trying to stay as sane as possible!

B-but, his eyes!!!...

NO YN!! ....get a grip!

Nope, his jaw or any bone isn't broken. It's just the cuts. And anyway, him turning out to be Yoongi evens the odd out of him staying that silent. So I go back to my chair and start writing some oinments.

Suddenly the case being an assuming case of being self harm, pops up in my mind. So I ask, by now I've gathered all my professionalism to stay cakm and not fumble while talking.

Yn: Umm...Please don't think I'm asking this as a....curious fan, but why did you have to bang your arm on the window?

Yoongi: Can we not talk about that please?