whipped. // yoonmin

8.

// i don't know what the real names of their parents are, so i made their names up. sorry!

"Good morning, Chul!"

Park Mun-Hee was never this cheery whenever she greeted patients. When she was in America, she was just starting to become an extremely respectable doctor when she found out everything that was happening with her son, Park Jimin. Immediately after he told her everything, she told her two sons that they were flying back to Korea. 

She realized now that her decision may have been rash, especially since she left her last job so abruptly before she left for the US. She was accepted again, yes, but only as a janitress. She left the house in her most formal attire, but changed into her cleaning uniform as soon as she reached the hospital. It was the only job she could find, and she had to admit, she'd do anything to go back to America.

The only silver lining in her job was Min Chul, a patient that checked in and out very often in the hospital. She never asked why he was always at the hospital, and he never told her, but seeing his face was enough to brighten up her day. She met him during one of his many visits, and since they first started speaking, he'd always bring her snacks or flowers so she, according to him, 'wouldn't look like she wanted to die all the time.'

"Hello there, Mun-Hee." After greeting her with a heart-melting smile, Chul looked around. 

Seeing that there was nobody else around, he grabbed her hand, bringing it to his chest. "Can you come with me for a moment? I'd like to have lunch with you."

Nervously, Mun-Hee stared at his hand grasping her own, feeling the quick beating of his heart in his chest. 

She smiled at him before moving away, placing the mop and bucket she was holding back into the janitor's closet. "Lucky enough for you, I'm about to go on my break."

The two adults somehow found themselves sitting on the roof of the hospital, bags of chips and cans of soda scattered all around them. They'd been talking for quite some time, and Mun-Hee found that with Chul, she felt so much lighter, more free. 

She felt like they could talk for hours and neither of them would ever run out of things to say.

"So tell me Chul," she turned to face him, "are you married?"

The wedding ring on his hand didn't go unnoticed by her, and she had been dying to ask about it since they'd first met. She saw him wince as he stared down at the ring, shaking his head.

"I used to be... now, I'm not." A pained smile came to his face, so Mun-Hee only nodded, deciding not to push the topic any further. She twiddled with her thumbs, uncomfortable at how awkward the air between them became.

"Um... any kids, then?" She asked, trying to change the topic. She noticed him hesitate before he shook his head once again, smiling at her. "I've never really found the right woman to have kids with. I thought it was... my ex-wife... but I was very wrong. I guess I'm still just looking for the right woman."

Mun-Hee looked up to find Chul staring at her, and for the first time in a very long time, she found herself turning a bright pink.

"You know, it's funny... I have two sons, and one of them is named Park Jimin. You have the same last name as my son's boyfriend." Chul, who had started to rip into a bag of chips, looked at Mun-Hee in surprise, doing his best to hide the discomfort that he felt.

"Really? What's his name, this boyfriend?"

"Min Yoongi."

After her long, tiring shift had finished, she changed back into her suit, taking the bus home. She opened the door to find her son Jimin and his boyfriend Yoongi cuddled on the couch, but they jumped away from each other as soon as they heard her close the door.