Prompt:Originally this started as a drabble on my personal (jookyunhoe), but I decided it needed a little more, so please keep that in consideration before sending messages about plagiarism. The work is mine.
Summary: The only thing he loved more was the way you screamed his name with no shame. As if you didn’t care who heard, or if the entire neighborhood knew that Min Yoongi was the one making you cum at 6 a.m.
Warning: Mentions of shooting and stabbing, not graphic though. INCREDIBLY fluffy otherwise.
A/N: The nurse in me dreamed about this and the writer in me wanted to share. The personality of the nurse is also me basically all the time. Enjoy!!
“Y/N! Room 11, you have a new admit. Just check in on him before your relief gets here in a few. Ten out of ten chest pain, 48 year-old male, say’s he’s having a heart attack. Pretty sure the only heart attack he’ll have is the one you’ll give him if you try and take those chips from him.”
“Oh, awesome, can’t wait.” Flashing your signature ‘kill me now’ grin at your co-worker you close out of your computer and head over towards the room.
Saturday nights in the downtown ER. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s always been more a can of Redbull to you anyways. The hustle, the bustle, the insanity that never ceases to amaze; who would ever want to leave that?