Give Me || Suga FanFic

Eleven.

Min didn't flinch even once as Rae removed the stitches. He sat at the table, closed his eyes, and remained quiet and still, allowing Rae to focus. Rae pulled out the last stitch and began to prepare a bandage and ointment.

"All finished. How is your pain today? Do you want more medication?" she asked as she worked.

Min shook his head. "I'd rather not. But I wouldn't mind approval for some of that," he said, pointing to the bottle of whiskey still on the coffee table.

Rae let out a nervous chuckle. She wasn't certain what Min was like when he drank. It wasn't often that she had had a patient ask her when they could start consuming alcohol again after surgery. Rae was a lightweight, who never drank, even soda pop would occasionally make her sick, so the idea of wanting and craving a glass of alcohol was unfamiliar to her.

If Min wasn't taking medications, there wouldn't be any contraindications for him to have a drink; Rae's only worry would be what he was like when he drank, and if he would cause any injuries to his healing shoulder.

"You can have some, but I wouldn't suggest drinking alone, or getting slammed. You are still healing. Water is the best thing for you right now," she pointed out.

"I'm not a drunk, Rae," Min smiled. "I have a high tolerance to alcohol. But I agree with your suggestions, I will only have one drink and I will be sure I'm supervised."

Rae nodded. "Continue to rest your shoulder today, I would encourage you to ice it a few times if you can, and then tomorrow we will start physical therapy exercises now that your stitches are removed."

Min stood up from his chair and walked over to the mirror on the side wall near the kitchen, peeking at his shoulder.

"The scar is smaller than I thought it would be," he said.

Rae nodded, looking at the scar too. She finished preparing the bandage, and walked over to Min, softly placing it over the scar, gently adhering it to his delicate skin.

"In a few weeks, it will barely be noticeable. The bruising is almost gone, too," Rae said as she looked up into the mirror, staring at Min's toned back until his eyes caught hers in a fervent stare.

Rae cleared her throat and forced herself to walk back to the table, scooped up Min's shirt, and held it out to him, her face turned away so she wouldn't be tempted to look at him again.

Min's hand took the shirt, and she could hear him putting it back on. Rae typed in a few notes on her computer when she heard a phone buzzing behind her.

Min let out a sigh, letting the phone buzz four times before he eventually answered.

"Annyeong, abeoji," Min said in a passive tone. "Mm. Mhmm. Jal jinaeyo. Hwag-inhae jusyeoseo gamsahabnida." Hello, Father. I'm fine. Thank you for checking.

Min was silent as his father replied through the line.

"Jal jinaeseyo. Eommahante anbu jeonhae juseyo." Take care. Say hello to Mom for me. The conversation ended, only lasting a minute, and Rae could sense Min's mood had shifted.

"Everything alright?" Rae dared herself to pry a little, shutting her laptop to look at him. She wanted to make sure he was OK before she left for the day.

Min's face remained motionless, his eyes set on looking out at the view of the Han River outside his window.

Min huffed. "You know how I said I am a man of few words?" Rae nodded in reply before Min continued. "You could say I get that from my father. He's a man of even fewer words."