Perks Of A Double Life
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yemin
Genre: AU!General, Romance
Disclaimer: Lien owns Nyx and Ciel, that's about it.
Summary: His priorities don't always make sense.
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He collapsed. The moment he woke up, it was to the bustle of an E.R. room. Shadows hovered over him, scrubs and face masks in tact, as tools were passed back and forth in organizing. He blinked, almost too slowly for his own comfort, and when he opened his eyes again he was faced with a light as broad as daylight.
“Nice of you to join us again,” The face directly above his greets. Sungmin blinks the haze out of his eyes forcefully before the dark, grinning orbs register. “Can you hear me?”
Sungmin nods stiffly, half unconscious.
“Good,” the doctor says, “if you all will excuse me, I’ve got other errands to run.”
Before Sungmin can fully process his words, he’s already out of sight.
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Li Yin presented the paperwork to the doctor later in the day, diligently. “He’s still a high risk patient.” She informed.
“He seems to be able to breathe just fine.”
Sungmin pouted. “I’m right here, you know. It’d be nice if you two didn’t speak as if I were transparent.”
Yesung checked his watch. “If there’s nothing else-”
“I demand a change in prescription. Or doctor. One or the other.” Sungmin declared firmly.
Yesung returned the clipboard, exclaiming in sing-song. “No can do~”
“But you’re a doctor!”
Yesung exhaled, stoic to the patient’s accusations. "I want to save your life, but I have a concert tomorrow at 3 o'clock. If you’re alive by then, you should come see.”
Sungmin watched incredulously as the doctor stepped out. Li Yin gave a slight shrug, as if this was typical behavior.
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His motives were unclear, even to himself. He found himself with a ticket in his hand, shoved around by fangirls, and still debating once he was in his seat if this was the right thing to do.
He lingered in his seat for a while longer once the concert was over, breathing into his inhaler. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around, “His majesty requests your presence.” The guard said in plain annoyance.
“What?” Sungmin sputtered with disbelief, a single brow risen.
The guard rolled his eyes. “Yesung. Kim Yesung. He wants you backstage.” Sungmin thought of rejecting the offer, but the guard had insisted rather irritably. Reluctantly following him to the dressing room, Sungmin met with the devious man awaiting him.
“I wasn’t at my best today,” Yesung said idly, looking into the mirror. “I would have been if you weren’t such a case.”
Sungmin coughed into his inhaler, rolling his eyes as he prepared himself for another deep breath. “I’m sorry I almost died yesterday.”
“You should be. But I shall accept your apology nonetheless.”
Sungmin narrowed his eyes.
Yesung then asked. “What did you think?”
“As a doctor, I hope they pull your license. As a singer... I’ve heard better.”
Yesung bit his cheek bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think you’re due for another prescription. Ambien, maybe.”
“Is that for asthma?”
“No, for mental defect.” Yesung lied. “I’m still deciding which you suffer from more.”
“I’d prefer to be mental. At least then I’d have a half-way decent doctor.”
“A decent doctor you can find any day.” The doctor scorned. “On the other hand, a doctor that is willing to bend a few rules here and there, and specialize in a few fields beyond medical science, is standing right here.”
Sungmin choked on his inhaler. “Excuse me? I could sue you for harassment.”
“Something would have to happen first, and so far, nothing has happened between us... Yet.” He added.
“That’s reassuring,” Sungmin scoffed. “How much longer do I have on this inhaler? I swear my lungs will explode if I have anymore of this.”
“You’re prescribed to that for life. If you want to change it, you have to speak to your physician... I am also the only physician able to prescribe you meds of any sort.” He grinned wickedly, pleased. “Ah, the perks of having connections.”
Sungmin pursed his lips. “That’s definitely illegal in about a thousand different ways.”
“Not if you keep this between you and me.”
“A doctor who puts his fame before his patients.” He clicked his tongue. “Your priorities in life suck.” With that, he stepped out of the dressing room.
Yesung leaned back against his seat.
“That may be so, but at the rate we’re going,” Yesung grinned mischievously to himself, watching Sungmin’s departing figure. “My priorities may be switched.”
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Sequel: Perks Of A Triple Life
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A/N: Can't believe it took out about... two weeks to write this and it's this short @.@ This is a standalone one-shot.
There. Shall. Be. A. Potential. Sequel. Hopefully ^^;
Edit: Nvm, we wrote a sequel despite both our busy backlogs. Enjoy. :)
Pairing: Yemin
Genre: AU!General, Romance
Disclaimer: Lien owns Nyx and Ciel, that's about it.
Summary: His priorities don't always make sense.
-
He collapsed. The moment he woke up, it was to the bustle of an E.R. room. Shadows hovered over him, scrubs and face masks in tact, as tools were passed back and forth in organizing. He blinked, almost too slowly for his own comfort, and when he opened his eyes again he was faced with a light as broad as daylight.
“Nice of you to join us again,” The face directly above his greets. Sungmin blinks the haze out of his eyes forcefully before the dark, grinning orbs register. “Can you hear me?”
Sungmin nods stiffly, half unconscious.
“Good,” the doctor says, “if you all will excuse me, I’ve got other errands to run.”
Before Sungmin can fully process his words, he’s already out of sight.
-
Li Yin presented the paperwork to the doctor later in the day, diligently. “He’s still a high risk patient.” She informed.
“He seems to be able to breathe just fine.”
Sungmin pouted. “I’m right here, you know. It’d be nice if you two didn’t speak as if I were transparent.”
Yesung checked his watch. “If there’s nothing else-”
“I demand a change in prescription. Or doctor. One or the other.” Sungmin declared firmly.
Yesung returned the clipboard, exclaiming in sing-song. “No can do~”
“But you’re a doctor!”
Yesung exhaled, stoic to the patient’s accusations. "I want to save your life, but I have a concert tomorrow at 3 o'clock. If you’re alive by then, you should come see.”
Sungmin watched incredulously as the doctor stepped out. Li Yin gave a slight shrug, as if this was typical behavior.
-
His motives were unclear, even to himself. He found himself with a ticket in his hand, shoved around by fangirls, and still debating once he was in his seat if this was the right thing to do.
He lingered in his seat for a while longer once the concert was over, breathing into his inhaler. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around, “His majesty requests your presence.” The guard said in plain annoyance.
“What?” Sungmin sputtered with disbelief, a single brow risen.
The guard rolled his eyes. “Yesung. Kim Yesung. He wants you backstage.” Sungmin thought of rejecting the offer, but the guard had insisted rather irritably. Reluctantly following him to the dressing room, Sungmin met with the devious man awaiting him.
“I wasn’t at my best today,” Yesung said idly, looking into the mirror. “I would have been if you weren’t such a case.”
Sungmin coughed into his inhaler, rolling his eyes as he prepared himself for another deep breath. “I’m sorry I almost died yesterday.”
“You should be. But I shall accept your apology nonetheless.”
Sungmin narrowed his eyes.
Yesung then asked. “What did you think?”
“As a doctor, I hope they pull your license. As a singer... I’ve heard better.”
Yesung bit his cheek bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think you’re due for another prescription. Ambien, maybe.”
“Is that for asthma?”
“No, for mental defect.” Yesung lied. “I’m still deciding which you suffer from more.”
“I’d prefer to be mental. At least then I’d have a half-way decent doctor.”
“A decent doctor you can find any day.” The doctor scorned. “On the other hand, a doctor that is willing to bend a few rules here and there, and specialize in a few fields beyond medical science, is standing right here.”
Sungmin choked on his inhaler. “Excuse me? I could sue you for harassment.”
“Something would have to happen first, and so far, nothing has happened between us... Yet.” He added.
“That’s reassuring,” Sungmin scoffed. “How much longer do I have on this inhaler? I swear my lungs will explode if I have anymore of this.”
“You’re prescribed to that for life. If you want to change it, you have to speak to your physician... I am also the only physician able to prescribe you meds of any sort.” He grinned wickedly, pleased. “Ah, the perks of having connections.”
Sungmin pursed his lips. “That’s definitely illegal in about a thousand different ways.”
“Not if you keep this between you and me.”
“A doctor who puts his fame before his patients.” He clicked his tongue. “Your priorities in life suck.” With that, he stepped out of the dressing room.
Yesung leaned back against his seat.
“That may be so, but at the rate we’re going,” Yesung grinned mischievously to himself, watching Sungmin’s departing figure. “My priorities may be switched.”
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Sequel: Perks Of A Triple Life
-
A/N: Can't believe it took out about... two weeks to write this and it's this short @.@ This is a standalone one-shot.
There. Shall. Be. A. Potential. Sequel. Hopefully ^^;
Edit: Nvm, we wrote a sequel despite both our busy backlogs. Enjoy. :)