Unconditionally| Min Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 4

(Y/n's POV)

"No fucking way..." I stare in shock at the face in front of me, staring back at me in this damn yearbook of mine,

Min Yoongi.

I was in complete shock. But everything came flooding back, the dances, the classes, the after school activities. Everything. I remember everyone being obsessed with this boy, including me, and now all of a sudden he's in the ICU with me as his physician.

"Hey is every...th- What're you looking at?" Jimin asked as he opened the door to my bedroom. I push the book in his face, his eyes squinting, then widening. "NO WAY AHAH." He laughed.

I stand from my bed and smack his arm. "This isn't funny Jimin!" I exclaim. Jimin rolls his head back in laughter, obviously finding this a lot funnier then it is.

"Why isn't this funny? Hot shot is in the ICU and YOU'RE his physician!" Jimin grabs his stomach. Really...this isn't that funny.

"Jimin, I don't think you understand," I say, Jimin's laughter subsiding. "I used to have the fattest crush on this kid in high school.." I admit. Jimin snorts, obviously trying to hold back his laughter. I sigh and push the kid out of my room. It was late anyway.

I toss my yearbook onto my dresser and shove the box underneath my bed where it'll probably remain for the next year or so until I deep clean and find it again. This was weird, very weird. The kid I once knew back in high school, the captain of the basketball team was now being accused of taking narcotics before their game. This was very unlike him. He valued basketball and made it his life, I don't blame him for becoming angry.

What I do blame him for is being an ass...

I flop my back onto my bed, not even covering myself before falling asleep. My mind still full.

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Taehyung had called for an emergency meeting in the staff room the next morning, I was confused to say the least but thought it was about the new machines as well as any new patients that had arrived.

When I open the door, a loud POP was heard, and confetti was sprinkled in my face. "CONGRATULATIONS!" Everyone cheered. And when I say everyone...I mean EVERYONE.

Aria approaches me with a huge smile on her face and open arms. "I'm so proud of you!" She enveloped me into her arms. This must be about my most recent promotion.

Taehyung approaches me with a tired smile. Must've broken the news to his wife...yikes.

"Great job Y/n, you're going to be doing great things for this hospital." I reach my hand out and offer a shake, but instead, pulling him into my arms. "Thank you." He whispered in my ear. Ah, I knew it.

"Thank you as well, Taehyung. I won't let you down." Taehyung gives a curt nod, leaving the hug to announce anything new or interesting.

After munching on some cake as well as chatting with a few other physicians and nurses, I made the decision to leave and start my day by stopping by Frita's room. As I walk in, not without knocking first, I see her boyfriend sitting by her bedside, hand in hand.

Young love at its finest.

"Morning Frita and boyfriend," I announce, the two laughing and nodding their head towards me. "How are we this morning? Any pain?" I ask. Frita shakes her head as I check her stitches once more. "You're lookin' good Frita, we'll see how you do by tomorrow and decide from there when you'll be able to leave for home."

Frita's mouth forms a large smile. "Thank you so much." Frita's boyfriend also expressed his gratitude.

I chart a few things about her recovery and leave the room to give them some privacy. As I was walking towards the next room, Aria approaches me. "Min Yoongi would like to speak with you." I sigh. Does this man really think I dedicate all my time in the world for him?

"I'll be there in a minute, he can wait." I tell her. Aria nods, leaving back for his room to break the news. I open the next room, frowning upon the patient I see.

His name was Duwon, a long lasting patient here. One morning he had woken up with a bad cough that turned into the deadly case of the flu. Now, he was stuck on ventilators, IVs', and was in a medically induced coma. It was painful to look at. I walk in, cleaning my hands and putting on a pair of gloves as well as a mask. "Hi Duwon, I'm just going to check your lungs alright?" Although they can't respond, you never know if they could hear us. Life is...weird like that.

After checking his lungs and concluding there was no change from the night before, I grab his hand and rub my thumb across. "I'll be back later tonight to give you some fluids alright? Take care Duwon..."

I quietly shut the door to Duwon's room, taking a deep inhale, then exhaling before being paged to room 1911. Why me, of all physicians...

"Ok Min Yoongi you- Min Yoongi?" I announce, shocked that the said man was not in his bed...or room for that matter. I had gone through the bathroom and closet but nothing. He just...wasn't here!

I pull down the alarm. "Aria!" I call from his room as she came running from the nurses station. "WHERE DID HE GO?" I yell in order for her to hear me over the alarms.

"I HAVE NO IDEA! HE WAS IN HERE WHEN I LAST CHECKED!" I groan, running down to the cafeteria, thinking he might've taken the exit down there. As I approach the exit, there was no sign of him...but the alarms had shut off.

This man is going to get on my nerves...more than he already is.

I run back into the room, seeing security had restrained him in his bed once more as the nurses hooked him back up for the second time. Yoongi stared at me with no emotion, I think he was over it.

"You have some explaining to do," I say, grabbing the chair from the desk and taking a seat. "What are you doing?"

Yoongi sighs. "I can't be here, I don't want to be here anymore. I have better shit to do then sit here and wallow in self pity..." He said, I chuckle. "What're you laughing at? My pain?" He mocks.

"Yoongi, you are here for a reason. I'm sorry we can't get you home and on the court fast enough but maybe if you'd stop trying to escape...we'd be able to get started on physical therapy and get you out of here." I explain. Yoongi had just looked down at his lap. "I know you don't want to be here, believe me we're getting sick of your shit." I laugh, the boy cracking a smile as well. "But.."

"But I need to suck it up and be patient...I know." He said looking back up at me.

I felt bad for the man, really. It's hard being here, even if he only came in yesterday. But there really wasn't much I could do. Yoongi and I stare at each other for a little longer before he cocked his head to the side with his eyes squinting. "What?" I ask, becoming flushed.

"You look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere else?"

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(EDITED)

I'm also sure what I'm going to do with the rest of the characters....we'll see.

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