Summary: Your friendship with the maknae of BTS suddenly turns into something else. You don’t know exactly why or when this happened but you sure know there is no going back. Will you regret it in the end?
Genre: Slight smut, but not quite there. Yet.
Inspired by: The Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera (do me a favor and listen to it if tou haven’t already)
You felt your
phone vibrate against your thigh while you entered the exam room to check on
your patient for what seemed like the billionth time that day. It was an
unusually slow day at the hospital, and that seemed like a great change of pace
at first, but turned out to be very frustrating as you watched the hours pass
by and tried to keep busy until your shift ended. Nothing had changed since
your last examination 5 minutes ago, except that now you seemed to make Dubu’s (a
very adorable abyssinian cat) owner a little anxious with the excessive
attention they were receiving from you. You smiled at her reassuringly from
across the exam table, while you scratched Dubu’s head caringly, silently
telling them everything was okay. As you eyed Dubu’s iv fluid bag you noticed
that it was almost over, and forced yourself to come to terms with the fact
that you would have to discharge your only distraction for the night.
Day 7 of relaspe of IV Meth and Heroin. I havent slept in 3 days. It looks like I have contracted leprosy. I cant control my bladder and smell aweful all around. My friends called cops on me last night they knew I was on bail and blacked out, wanting to get rid of me. I told the poljce they were buying meth thru the mail and then stayed at the house thinking they trapped me. I ran down to the laundry mat and shot dope to try to normalize myself. Its getting to be too much already…
ps. I do not believe anymore that those bed bugs ever exisited