Doctors- People who are given the stature next to God. It happens so mostly because they are lifesavers who work tirelessly for mankind. Moreover, being a doctor is considered one of the most sought-after professions. People want their kids to becom...
"Funny how fate drags you into the messes you were smart enough to avoid—until someone screams for help."
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The shrill, unforgiving ring of your alarm tore through the silence, dragging you out of what had barely passed for sleep. You groaned, burying your face into the pillow in a futile attempt to escape reality. Why, why, had you set the alarm for 5:30 AM on your day off? Clearly, some past version of you had been a bit too optimistic about waking up early to be "productive."
Still, after a solid two minutes of mentally cursing your prior self, you sighed in resignation and reluctantly rolled out of bed. Your limbs felt like lead, and your eyelids were struggling to stay open as you fumbled through the darkness of your room. Outside, the sky was still a deep shade of blue-black, with not a hint of sunrise in sight.
With your blanket still half-draped around your shoulders like a makeshift cape, you shuffled out into the hallway, barely keeping your eyes open. The familiar, comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee hit you before you even made it to the kitchen. Jimin, you thought with a sleepy smirk.
As you stepped into the kitchen, you found him exactly as expected—standing at the counter, a mug in hand, looking like he had fought off an entire army of patients overnight. His hair was a chaotic mess, like he'd given up on even pretending to fix it, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look like a panda who had pulled one too many all-nighters. He was still in his scrubs, the fabric rumpled and creased from God knows how many hours of wear, and his eyes were barely open as he raised the mug of coffee to his lips with the determination of a man who had fought through hell just to get that first sip.
"Good morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion, barely noticing your entrance.
"Morning," you replied, eyeing the mug like it was your salvation. Without a second thought, you stepped forward and—like a thief in the night—swiped the coffee right out of his hands.
"Hey!" Jimin protested, his voice barely reaching the level of a whine as he blinked in confusion. He looked down at his now-empty hand, then back at you with a mix of betrayal and disbelief, as though you'd just snatched his only lifeline away.
You raised the mug to your lips, taking a long, exaggerated sip while making eye contact with him, the coffee warming you instantly. "Mmm, thanks for this," you said, smirking at his defeated expression.
Jimin opened his mouth to argue, but instead, he just yawned—a big, jaw-popping yawn that seemed to deflate him completely. He sagged against the counter, his fight all but gone. "I was just...gonna...finish..." His voice trailed off into yet another yawn, this one even bigger than the last.
You couldn't help but chuckle at the pitiful sight. "Go to bed, Jimin," you said, making a shooing gesture with your hand. "You look like a zombie. Take a nap before your next shift, or you'll scare the patients away."
