Be mine__A yoonmin fanfiction

3. Kim SeokJin

SeokJin had stacked up medical degrees from premier medical colleges dotted actress scores of countries, but he was most known for his degree in attitude from God-knows-where.

He walked the hallways of GKL hospital with a confidence not seen in doctors three decades older and much wiser.

His peers said he was arrogant because he belonged to family of remarkable doctors and extraordinary businessman.

His father was the country's leading surgeon, his mom, a sensitive and highly popular psychiatrist amongst rich whose average day was littered with appointments with celebrities____ medicine  and excellence ran in his blood.

   But the arrogance didn't stem from his impressive background.

He just knew that he was that good.

And he knew that he wasn't just a jerk.

Had he been one, he would have worked in the chain of hospitals his father had amassed in the last twenty years

He would have been sitting under him, doing whatever he would have asked them to.

But he didn't chose to be that, instead he chose to work out the grind and prove his worth every minute of every hour in a hospital where he had no influence.

He had earned every bit of the reputation that he had got himself in the last three years.

His sincere good looks__ he stood at 6 ft, had short hair and wore expensive rimless spectacles__ and savage drive to succeed had helped.

'So, you look like you made someone's life hell today,' Hoseok said as Jin approached  him.
'Hell? Guys like him make their own lives hell and come here with diseases I have no intentions to diagnose or treat.'

'Its a waste of resources,' he said and added with a evil smile, 'I was praying he wouldn't wake up.'

'Wouldn't that have been soo much better?'

' You wished he would die?' Hoseok asked, shocked.

Just a few weeks had passed of his internship period under Jin and he was still trying to come to terms with the genius doctor's behavioural eccentricities.

Jin knew he wasn't the best boss or the most cooperative of colleagues to have, but he believed it was other people's liability to accept him for what he was.

He was after all a rare Genius.

'Don't you think he should die?'

'A guy who cracks a competitive examination to a good engineering college only to drink and smoke himself to death, should be alive?'

' Or should the people who die on the streets be given that chance?'

'Well they can't afford it,' Hoseok retroted, trying to outsmart him.

'I don't care about them. But the guy on that bed doesn't deserve to live,' he answered.

'Imagine what his parents must go through.'

'Disgrace'

'As if you get along with your parents?'

'How was it when you were growing up, Hobi?'

'Did your parents tell you what not to do?'

'Don't meet that guy,'

'Don't stay out that late,'

'And please don't get less than ninety-five percent in your examination,'

'And when didi that stop?'