In Stitches
Title: In Stitches
Pairing: Yoongi/Hoseok
Rating: PG
Genre: Awkward and vaguely humourous.
Word Count: 1'591.
Warnings: AWKWARD (none)
Disclaimer: While the content of this story is inspired by real events and people, any references made are entirely thought up by the author and in no way reflect actual actions and opinions. Any similarities are coincidence.
Summary: Stupidity sends both Hoseok and Yoongi to the ER, which is where they meet.
Note: Written in response to this prompt (sorry for the awkward fill, nonnie...) and partly inspired by real-life events (sorry for laughing at your pain, dude!). Cross-posted on AO3 and tumblr.
In Stitches
It was a Tuesday night, so the emergency waiting room was mostly empty, but Hoseok had still been waiting for almost an hour already, swollen ankle propped up on a chair. He had stopped fiddling with his phone a good while ago to save battery and except for the occasional nurse walking by, nothing seemed to be happening. Even emergency rooms could have slow days, or so it appeared.
For a second, he wished Jeongguk didn’t have an exam to study for on the next morning, so that he’d have some company. But remembering Jeongguk’s concerned puppy face peering at him as his mom dragged him out of the hospital, he immediately felt guilty for being so selfish. Jeongguk needed to do well in school to get into a good college later. At least his mom had sympathetically offered to give Hoseok a ride home once he was done with his treatment.
He glanced at the people waiting with him: A young woman almost folded in half in her chair, clutching her abdomen in obvious pain with what looked like her boyfriend next to her, helplessly patting her back; and another guy, looking double Hoseok’s age and rather tattered in ratty clothes, with an unknown ailment, who kept swaying in his seat and staring blankly at the floor. Nothing much to see there either.
Hoseok sighed and wondered if it was worth the trouble and pain to get up and see if he could at least find a vending machine for a snack or so, when a giggle suddenly echoed down the hallway.
Well. That was new. Not many people giggled so delightedly in an emergency room.
He watched as covertly as possible as two new people entered the waiting room. There was a short guy around his age, apparently the source of the giggle going by his grinning face, and an equally short guy who had a blood-stained towel pressed to his forehead. When he sank into a seat, Hoseok caught a glimpse of his grumpy face. He was really pale (blood loss?), but even with a scowl, he looked attractive, like a moody porcelain doll, Hoseok noticed.
The patient’s happy partner let out another helpless laugh and pointed. “Hyung, you missed some blood there.”
Grumpy glared and dabbed viciously at his face. “Shut up, asshat.”
The ‘asshat’ only continued laughing silently, shoulders shaking, and Hoseok had to suppress a smile.
“I swear, Park Jimin, if you ever tell anyone about this, I’m going to throw your laptop out of your window”, Grumpy groused. Damn, his voice was attractive as well, deep and gritty and with a hint of satoori.
“It’s not my laptop’s fault you forgot you opened the cabinet”, Jimin retorted, still a little breathless from giggling.
“It’s your fault for making fun of me”, was his curt answer. “I’m in the hospital. I’m bleeding. It’s not funny.”
“You should’ve seen yourself, hyung”, Jimin grinned. “You just turned around and bam!” He imitated the sound with a loud clap. “The door even bounced back and almost hit you again and you were just standing there, touching your face like an idiot. You didn’t even notice the blood until I told you!”
At that point, Hoseok had to bend forward and pretend to check his ankle so he could smother his snort in the fabric of his work-out pants. Felled by a door and sent to the ER. The mental image really was incredibly funny, but he could understand how Grumpy would be embarrassed about the story getting around.
“What kind of shitty roommate are you, huh? Laughing at my pain like that?” he could hear him grumble. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
Hoseok figured it was safe to surface again and he sat up just in time to catch Jimin’s unfazed smile. “You’re welcome, Yoongi-hyung. I’ll leave you now, then. Call Tae when you need a ride home later”, he said cheerfully, patting Yoongi’s knee.
At that, Yoongi abruptly lowered his towel and glared at Jimin. “You told that nosy brat already?”
“Feel better soon!” Jimin just chirped and danced out of the waiting room.
For a long while, Yoongi’s long-suffering sigh was the last sound heard in the emergency room. Hoseok tried his hardest not to look at him for too long because that was just creepy, but it wasn’t easy. Even with a long, bloody wound on his forehead, he was very easy on the eyes. Hoseok was a little dumbfounded how someone with such dainty, almost pretty features and such a small body could look so stern and imposing, but that guy was pulling it off effortlessly.
The mind-numbing silence was interrupted by a nurse coming in to take away the young woman with the abdominal pain and her partner, and then some minutes later by another nurse wheeling a middle-aged man in a hospital bed past the open waiting area. Right after, there was a loud crashing sound that made Hoseok jump. Then a man’s croaky voice drifted down: “Miss, do you even have a license for driving this thing?”
The line was delivered so dryly that Hoseok started laughing helplessly. When he looked up at Yoongi, he saw that he was being watched with a slightly amused look from intense dark eyes. Not knowing what else to do, Hoseok just offered him a shrug and a cheerful smile, and got a slight twitch of delicate bow lips in response.
There was a lazy trail of blood slowly creeping lower on the other’s temple that he apparently hadn’t noticed. Hoseok glanced at his impassive face staring into nothingness and bit his lip, pondering for a second, before he cleared his throat awkwardly.
Yoongi’s eyes snapped back to his and Hoseok could feel a shiver building up to tingle deliciously down his spine.
“Um”, he said, swallowing hastily. “You have--” He lifted his hand to gesture at his own temple.
“Oh.” Yoongi dabbed with his towel again. “Is it gone?”
“Yeah.” Hoseok offered him a smile again and this time, the corners of Yoongi’s lips lifted a little higher.
“Thanks.”
“No problem”, he replied cheerfully. “Looks a little like you got into a gang fight or something.”
Yoongi looked away and snorted. “I wish.”
“Well, nobody knows, so you can just tell them how much worse the other guy ended up and look cool. Maybe it’ll even scar.”
At that, Yoongi actually huffed out a laugh and Hoseok was charmed to see an adorable, gummy smile lighting up his face. His heart gave a lurch and his own grin widened until it almost hurt.
There was another moment of silence, then Yoongi shuffled so he was turned toward Hoseok’s seat and nodded at the propped-up leg. “What happened there?”
“Ah”, Hoseok stalled, sheepishly rubbing the thigh of his injured leg. “I twisted it during dance practice. It was really stupid.”
“Yeah, I bet it was”, Yoongi said dryly in that deep, grumbly voice of his and lifted a significant eyebrow in reference to his own, not-so-elegant injury.
“No, no, it really was”, Hoseok protested, torn between a smile and a grimace. “Practice was over already and I was just being a fool and goofing around to this girl group song and then I got too excited with this one step, came down weird and yeah. Here I am.”
“Guess stupidity sent both of us to the ER then.”
Hoseok could feel himself blushing, but Yoongi was giving him a friendly, sympathetic grin that really made him realize how fascinating it was to see the other go from grumpy Yoongi cursing his roommate to smiling Yoongi putting a stranger at ease. His face was entertainingly expressive, Hoseok decided, smiling back.
He had just decided that maybe waiting an hour or two longer wouldn’t be too bad in company like that when a nurse appeared, calling “Jung Hoseok!”
The consternation he felt was mirrored on Yoongi’s face and that gave him the very unusual courage to smile his prettiest smile and say, “I’m glad I’m a little stupid sometimes, then. It was very nice to meet you.”
Yoongi looked surprised for just a moment, before his mouth lifted in a tiny, pleased smile. “Yeah, me too.” He hesitated for a second, then he plunged his hand into his pocket to pull out a cell phone with a glance at the nurse. “He’ll be just a second. Here, give me your number, Jung Hoseok.”
Ignoring the impatient nurse with a blinding grin on his face, Hoseok programmed his number into the phone. The small smile stayed on Yoongi’s face as he took the phone back, swiping at the screen and looking up at Hoseok expectantly until Hoseok’s phone went off with a call.
“There. It’s Min Yoongi. Call me tomorrow and tell me what’s up with your leg.”
His leg felt perfect at the moment. In fact, Hoseok felt like he was floating an inch above the floor. “I will”, he promised and floated after the nurse with the biggest grin he had ever worn in a hospital.
--
In the end, Hoseok had just twisted his ankle, nothing that couldn’t be cured with a bit of rest. Yoongi didn’t even need stitches for his injury, but even with tape, he ended up with a slim, white scar on his forehead. Hoseok liked to brush Yoongi’s fringe away from his forehead to catch a quick glimpse of the scar because it always reminded him of the day they met, all thanks to their own stupidity.
Pairing: Yoongi/Hoseok
Rating: PG
Genre: Awkward and vaguely humourous.
Word Count: 1'591.
Warnings: AWKWARD (none)
Disclaimer: While the content of this story is inspired by real events and people, any references made are entirely thought up by the author and in no way reflect actual actions and opinions. Any similarities are coincidence.
Summary: Stupidity sends both Hoseok and Yoongi to the ER, which is where they meet.
Note: Written in response to this prompt (sorry for the awkward fill, nonnie...) and partly inspired by real-life events (sorry for laughing at your pain, dude!). Cross-posted on AO3 and tumblr.
In Stitches
It was a Tuesday night, so the emergency waiting room was mostly empty, but Hoseok had still been waiting for almost an hour already, swollen ankle propped up on a chair. He had stopped fiddling with his phone a good while ago to save battery and except for the occasional nurse walking by, nothing seemed to be happening. Even emergency rooms could have slow days, or so it appeared.
For a second, he wished Jeongguk didn’t have an exam to study for on the next morning, so that he’d have some company. But remembering Jeongguk’s concerned puppy face peering at him as his mom dragged him out of the hospital, he immediately felt guilty for being so selfish. Jeongguk needed to do well in school to get into a good college later. At least his mom had sympathetically offered to give Hoseok a ride home once he was done with his treatment.
He glanced at the people waiting with him: A young woman almost folded in half in her chair, clutching her abdomen in obvious pain with what looked like her boyfriend next to her, helplessly patting her back; and another guy, looking double Hoseok’s age and rather tattered in ratty clothes, with an unknown ailment, who kept swaying in his seat and staring blankly at the floor. Nothing much to see there either.
Hoseok sighed and wondered if it was worth the trouble and pain to get up and see if he could at least find a vending machine for a snack or so, when a giggle suddenly echoed down the hallway.
Well. That was new. Not many people giggled so delightedly in an emergency room.
He watched as covertly as possible as two new people entered the waiting room. There was a short guy around his age, apparently the source of the giggle going by his grinning face, and an equally short guy who had a blood-stained towel pressed to his forehead. When he sank into a seat, Hoseok caught a glimpse of his grumpy face. He was really pale (blood loss?), but even with a scowl, he looked attractive, like a moody porcelain doll, Hoseok noticed.
The patient’s happy partner let out another helpless laugh and pointed. “Hyung, you missed some blood there.”
Grumpy glared and dabbed viciously at his face. “Shut up, asshat.”
The ‘asshat’ only continued laughing silently, shoulders shaking, and Hoseok had to suppress a smile.
“I swear, Park Jimin, if you ever tell anyone about this, I’m going to throw your laptop out of your window”, Grumpy groused. Damn, his voice was attractive as well, deep and gritty and with a hint of satoori.
“It’s not my laptop’s fault you forgot you opened the cabinet”, Jimin retorted, still a little breathless from giggling.
“It’s your fault for making fun of me”, was his curt answer. “I’m in the hospital. I’m bleeding. It’s not funny.”
“You should’ve seen yourself, hyung”, Jimin grinned. “You just turned around and bam!” He imitated the sound with a loud clap. “The door even bounced back and almost hit you again and you were just standing there, touching your face like an idiot. You didn’t even notice the blood until I told you!”
At that point, Hoseok had to bend forward and pretend to check his ankle so he could smother his snort in the fabric of his work-out pants. Felled by a door and sent to the ER. The mental image really was incredibly funny, but he could understand how Grumpy would be embarrassed about the story getting around.
“What kind of shitty roommate are you, huh? Laughing at my pain like that?” he could hear him grumble. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
Hoseok figured it was safe to surface again and he sat up just in time to catch Jimin’s unfazed smile. “You’re welcome, Yoongi-hyung. I’ll leave you now, then. Call Tae when you need a ride home later”, he said cheerfully, patting Yoongi’s knee.
At that, Yoongi abruptly lowered his towel and glared at Jimin. “You told that nosy brat already?”
“Feel better soon!” Jimin just chirped and danced out of the waiting room.
For a long while, Yoongi’s long-suffering sigh was the last sound heard in the emergency room. Hoseok tried his hardest not to look at him for too long because that was just creepy, but it wasn’t easy. Even with a long, bloody wound on his forehead, he was very easy on the eyes. Hoseok was a little dumbfounded how someone with such dainty, almost pretty features and such a small body could look so stern and imposing, but that guy was pulling it off effortlessly.
The mind-numbing silence was interrupted by a nurse coming in to take away the young woman with the abdominal pain and her partner, and then some minutes later by another nurse wheeling a middle-aged man in a hospital bed past the open waiting area. Right after, there was a loud crashing sound that made Hoseok jump. Then a man’s croaky voice drifted down: “Miss, do you even have a license for driving this thing?”
The line was delivered so dryly that Hoseok started laughing helplessly. When he looked up at Yoongi, he saw that he was being watched with a slightly amused look from intense dark eyes. Not knowing what else to do, Hoseok just offered him a shrug and a cheerful smile, and got a slight twitch of delicate bow lips in response.
There was a lazy trail of blood slowly creeping lower on the other’s temple that he apparently hadn’t noticed. Hoseok glanced at his impassive face staring into nothingness and bit his lip, pondering for a second, before he cleared his throat awkwardly.
Yoongi’s eyes snapped back to his and Hoseok could feel a shiver building up to tingle deliciously down his spine.
“Um”, he said, swallowing hastily. “You have--” He lifted his hand to gesture at his own temple.
“Oh.” Yoongi dabbed with his towel again. “Is it gone?”
“Yeah.” Hoseok offered him a smile again and this time, the corners of Yoongi’s lips lifted a little higher.
“Thanks.”
“No problem”, he replied cheerfully. “Looks a little like you got into a gang fight or something.”
Yoongi looked away and snorted. “I wish.”
“Well, nobody knows, so you can just tell them how much worse the other guy ended up and look cool. Maybe it’ll even scar.”
At that, Yoongi actually huffed out a laugh and Hoseok was charmed to see an adorable, gummy smile lighting up his face. His heart gave a lurch and his own grin widened until it almost hurt.
There was another moment of silence, then Yoongi shuffled so he was turned toward Hoseok’s seat and nodded at the propped-up leg. “What happened there?”
“Ah”, Hoseok stalled, sheepishly rubbing the thigh of his injured leg. “I twisted it during dance practice. It was really stupid.”
“Yeah, I bet it was”, Yoongi said dryly in that deep, grumbly voice of his and lifted a significant eyebrow in reference to his own, not-so-elegant injury.
“No, no, it really was”, Hoseok protested, torn between a smile and a grimace. “Practice was over already and I was just being a fool and goofing around to this girl group song and then I got too excited with this one step, came down weird and yeah. Here I am.”
“Guess stupidity sent both of us to the ER then.”
Hoseok could feel himself blushing, but Yoongi was giving him a friendly, sympathetic grin that really made him realize how fascinating it was to see the other go from grumpy Yoongi cursing his roommate to smiling Yoongi putting a stranger at ease. His face was entertainingly expressive, Hoseok decided, smiling back.
He had just decided that maybe waiting an hour or two longer wouldn’t be too bad in company like that when a nurse appeared, calling “Jung Hoseok!”
The consternation he felt was mirrored on Yoongi’s face and that gave him the very unusual courage to smile his prettiest smile and say, “I’m glad I’m a little stupid sometimes, then. It was very nice to meet you.”
Yoongi looked surprised for just a moment, before his mouth lifted in a tiny, pleased smile. “Yeah, me too.” He hesitated for a second, then he plunged his hand into his pocket to pull out a cell phone with a glance at the nurse. “He’ll be just a second. Here, give me your number, Jung Hoseok.”
Ignoring the impatient nurse with a blinding grin on his face, Hoseok programmed his number into the phone. The small smile stayed on Yoongi’s face as he took the phone back, swiping at the screen and looking up at Hoseok expectantly until Hoseok’s phone went off with a call.
“There. It’s Min Yoongi. Call me tomorrow and tell me what’s up with your leg.”
His leg felt perfect at the moment. In fact, Hoseok felt like he was floating an inch above the floor. “I will”, he promised and floated after the nurse with the biggest grin he had ever worn in a hospital.
--
In the end, Hoseok had just twisted his ankle, nothing that couldn’t be cured with a bit of rest. Yoongi didn’t even need stitches for his injury, but even with tape, he ended up with a slim, white scar on his forehead. Hoseok liked to brush Yoongi’s fringe away from his forehead to catch a quick glimpse of the scar because it always reminded him of the day they met, all thanks to their own stupidity.