Dt. Asylum | Yoonmin

XVI

Jimin p.o.v.

I throw the stack of paperwork next to my desk, making room for even more paperwork. I wasn't able to keep up, not even close to. Everything was driving me nuts, the pressure of work and the whole situation at home. Plus the nurses continuously asking me how Yoongi was doing, it was taking the best of me.

"Doctor Park do you have a minute?" Sohee asks, entering my office.

"Actually not but it's not like you are giving me a choice," I answer, watching her sit down.

"I saw you got Yoongi a higher dosage of his medication, is he doing okay?"

"Why are all of you so concerned, he's fine!"

Sohee sighs frustrated, as if she was arguing with a child. 

"Doctor i think we should place him back in the institution, he obviously is having a hard time trying to adjust to society. I know you do not want to hear that but it's the truth."

I drop the pen i was holding on the table, biting my bottom lip in frustration.

"Do you want some honesty Sohee? I did not ask for this job. I did not ask to be lectured by my own employees every single fucking day. I did not ask to be locked in a room 6 days a week, reading over files, dealing with other people their problems. I did not ask to have my dad fucking die on me and leave this shithole to me, letting me figure the mess he left behind out. I do not want any of this. So do not expect me to do everything like it should be done." I pause for a second catching my breath, "You see all these papers? I'm not even going to bother doing them anymore, i'm not going to study any of this shit anymore. You want to know why Sohee? Because i am done here."

"You can't just leave you patients behind doctor!"

"That's right! That's why i am leaving this to you. If you know how to run everything so fucking well! You do it! You run it! You take care of them! Because i am not anymore!"

Her eyes widen at my sudden burst of anger. I had reached the peak of stress, i wasn't going to deal with any of it anymore. 

"Doctor plea-"

"No Sohee, it's your problem now," I groan, grabbing my phone from the desk i was sitting on.

I leave everything else behind, storming out of the office. Eyes from the other nurses who had heard the two of us fighting following me in shock and confusion. Did i just quit my job? Yes i did. And zero regret was filling my guts. It honestly felt good, walking out of that place. As if a big weight on my shoulder fell off of it. But not all of it, i was still able to lose Yoongi. Was I? I now quit my job so i legally wasn't his doctor anymore. Did that make me able to win the case? Did it make the whole case irrelevant?

I stop in front of my car, holding onto the door handle. A big smile covering my face. I wasn't going to lose my boyfriend even if that meant i had to run away with him to the other side of the earth. I loved him, and nobody was going to stop me from doing so.