FLATLINE| JK

five

Taehyung's pager goes off when he is only halfway through his coffee. His face drains of all color, and I have to snatch the cup from his hand before he completely loses his grip on it. He clearly didn't think it would be so soon, a mere hour from when Dr. Jeon first gifted him the surgery. "I'm not ready." He blurts.

"You are." I contradict him, gently rubbing his shoulders. I practically have to push him down the hallway towards the ORs. When we finally get there, his hands shake. I take them gently. In my brief time knowing Taehyung, I never would have expected such a confident man to get so nervous. "Hey, look at me. You've got this. You're here for a reason."

"But if I fuck up, Dr. Jeon's gonna castrate me—"

"Who gives a fuck about Dr. Jeon? Not me! That man has penchant for terrorizing us, and I'll listen to his teaching, but not his insults and his threats. He's just a bully, but you can't let that stop you from saving a person's life. Do it for that person, not your internship or Dr. Jeon or anyone else." I say, squeezing his hands reassuringly. Taehyung pressed his lips into a thin line with a sigh, fear visible in his chocolatey irises.

"Okay." He says hesitantly. "Okay. I'm gonna go save this person's life." I let go of Taehyung's hands ans give him a smile.

"That's more like it. I'll be up in the observation box if you need me. Don't worry." I say, and with that, he's sending me a shaky half smile and going to scrub up for the surgery. Nerves fill my own stomach for Taehyung as I go upstairs to get into the observation box above the OR. When I get there, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin and Jisoo are already there. I smile nervously at them and take the empty seat between Hoseok and Yoongi.

"He doing okay?" Jimin asks, and I shrug.

"Kind of. I just hope he doesn't freak out." I mumble, watching the nurses and the anesthesiologist set up the equipment. The room is silent as they wheel the patient in and put her under anesthesia.

"She's really young." Yoongi murmurs quietly.

"Can't be out of high school." Hoseok agrees, and this only makes the nerves in my stomach multiply. Her age will definitely get to Taehyung. I bite my lower lip as I see Dr. Jeon enter the OR. As bad of a time as it is, I can't help but notice his toned arms without the white lab coat he wears as he holds them up, waiting for a nurse to gown and glove him. His black locks are held back by a scrub cap, and his eyes are intense, his jaw set in determination. Though his face is serious, his body is relaxed. He's done this a million times before, you can tell.

"Hello, everyone." A warm, smooth voice fills the observation box. The soft toned voice belongs to none other than Chief Kim Seokjin. He takes an empty seat on the other side of Yoongi, who shifts uncomfortably. Jimin looks at the chief with awe in his eyes, excitement visible on his face.

"He's my idol." He whispers softly from his seat, and I smile to myself. Jimin is probably the most innocently cute grown man I have ever encountered.

"How is your first shift going?" He asks, and us five grimace collectively, unable to help it.

"Good." Hoseok, Jisoo, Jimin and I say.

"Awful." Yoongi blurts bluntly, and I slap his shoulder in response, glaring at him. The chief laughs loudly, to our surprise.

"Oh, you're Dr. Jeon's interns, aren't you?" He asks. We nod grimly. "Yeah, he's a tough one. Won't go easy on you for a second. Doesn't have a teaching bone in his body, either."

"That's an understatement." Hoseok mumbles, and Chief Kim smiles at him knowingly.

"But you know what?" He says. We all look at him in question. "His interns come out at the top of the program every year." My eyebrows dissapear into my hairline. How do Dr. Jeon's poor, poor interns manage to rank higher than others whose residents actually teach?