The Clinic [Chapter 14]
Title: The Clinic (I wish the title was more snazzy)
Chapter: 14/14
Pairing: Junsu/Zhang Liyin, Yunjae
Characters: DBSK, ZLY, some SJ & SNSD, Junho
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, hospital!AU
Summary: A hospital AU in which Junsu is an obstetrician who gradually falls in love with his nurse Liyin. Meanwhile his anaesthetist Jaejoong struggles with his one-sided love for the paediatrician Yunho. With a little help from Yoochun and Changmin, will they manage to sort out the misunderstandings between them?
A/N: This was the first fic I ever wrote, and it's based on my actual observations of a OB/GYN clinic in a hospital medical centre, so hopefully it's pretty accurate.
And now Yunjae is resolved. Last chapter!
Chapter 14
Jaejoong looked at Stephanie in bemusement, not quite understanding exactly what she meant by... “He wasn’t serious?” She shook her head for the third time, a little annoyed that he kept asking the same question.
“But…” He bit his lip to prevent the rest of the unfinished sentence from coming out - Jung Yunho doesn’t ask anyone out unless he means it.
Stephanie sighed. “Look, Dr. Kim, I know you’re Dr. Jung’s really good friend and all, so I don’t want you to think I’m insulting him in any way, but I felt as if he had someone else on his mind when he asked me. Perhaps someone else he has feelings for?”
So when Jaejoong comes to ask you about it, could you hint to him about Yunho’s real feelings? She recalled the letter and privately thought that she couldn’t have given a bigger hint.
And Dr. Kim Jaejoong was no fool - he’d understand her drift.
--
“It’s Dr. Park on the line for you.” Stephanie placed down the phone and Yunho pressed a button.
“Hello, Yoochun-ah?”
“Hey, I got a favour to ask you. It’s about Jaejoong.”
Yunho felt his heartbeat increase rapidly at the mention of the other doctor’s name, his face feeling uncharacteristically warm. “What about him?”
“He’s…not in his best condition, to say the least. I think there’s something bothering him, but you know Jaejoong, he won’t tell you unless you force it out of him, preferably when drunk.”
Yunho found himself nodding in agreement. One thing he loved and hated simultaneously about Jaejoong was how the man never troubled his friends with his problems because he didn’t want to ‘be a burden’, in his own words.
“I’ve tried getting him to open up to me, but he’s like a clam. I thought that maybe he’d be more willing to tell it to you, since you guys are really good friends.”
Yunho’s mind sidetracked at Yoochun’s last words. Was that all he and Jaejoong were? ‘Really good friends’? Would they ever be anything more than that?
“Yunho? Are you listening to me?” Yoochun sounded a tad exasperated, and Yunho quickly nodded.
“Er, I guess I’ll try, then.”
“Thanks.”
--
Yunho walked to and fro along the corridor outside the clinic shared by Jaejoong and Dr. Kim Hyunjoong, the black cell phone pressed to his ear as he waited for the other man to pick up. Huffing in annoyance as the pre-recorded message played for the fourth time, he entered the clinic and looked over the counter at Ara.
“Ah, good afternoon, Dr. Jung. If you’re looking for Dr. Kim, he has a case now, from 5 to 7pm.” He nodded as she scrolled through her computer screen for the exact details.
Seeing the packed schedule Jaejoong had for the week, Yunho felt rather taken aback. Was this part of what Yoochun was trying to say when he’d been worried about their friend?
“I’ll go wait for him at the theatre, then. Thanks, Ara-ssi.”
--
Jaejoong finished filling up the necessary paperwork regarding the drug usage and monitoring of patient’s vitals, heaving a sigh of relief as he placed it back into the file. He covered his mouth politely as he yawned widely, wondering why he’d felt so tired lately. Even his vision was starting to become a little blurred, though he could still walk without bumping into anything.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Dr. Kim Jongwoon patted him on the shoulder in mild concern. Frankly speaking, doctors never really had to ask each other such questions, seeing how they knew how to diagnose their own health, or lack of it, but Jaejoong was looking paler than usual.
Jaejoong waved a hand nonchalantly. “It’s nothing, just a lack of sleep, I guess.”
Jongwoon raised an eyebrow. “Need me to call an anaesthetist for you? I happen to know one of the best.” His deadpan humour had Jaejoong smiling involuntarily.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll just go home and rest. Morphine isn’t really my type of thing.”
Jongwoon shrugged and nodded goodbye, turning around and heading off in the opposite direction, when he heard a sudden thump behind him seconds later. He paused and looked back to see the prone body of the other doctor on the cold linoleum floor.
“Jaejoong-ah!” He ran over to his friend, tapping his jaw briskly to check for any reaction. He quickly made sure that the other man’s pulse was going strong, before resuming the process of waking him up.
Jaejoong’s eyes eventually opened weakly, and he blinked repeatedly. “Wh-what…”
Jongwoon smiled reassuringly. “Stay with me, Jaejoong-ah. We’re going to get you some proper enforced rest. I need a stretcher now!” He raised his voice at the last sentence, and the theatre staff promptly brought one in.
Jaejoong was vaguely aware of his phone ringing, and indicated his pocket to Jongwoon, who obligingly took out the vibrating cell phone and glanced at the caller ID before pressing the receive button.
“Hello, Dr. Jung.”
“…I’m sorry, who is this? Isn’t this Kim Jaejoong’s phone?”
“This is Kim Jongwoon answering for Jaejoong. He just fainted, and we’re taking him to be warded right now, at least for the night.”
“WHAT?” Yunho felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, all prior knowledge about fainting flooding his brain.
“I’m not sure which one he’ll be in; I’ll tell you as soon as they book it. Definitely one in the east wing, since we’re nearer there now.”
“I…thanks. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” The line went dead and Jongwoon closed the phone. Knowing Yunho, he’d probably reach there before they did.
--
Jaejoong opened his eyes, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. White ceiling, white walls, white blanket, drip…
The memory came back to him in a rush, and he groaned in annoyance at himself. He felt a strange weight on his right hand, and turned his head to see Yunho’s hand gripping his tightly, the other doctor smiling widely in relief at him.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little groggy. Kind of like my patients after the operation is over.” Yunho grinned at the comparison, but suddenly his features rearranged into a scowl. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, Jaejoong-ah. Hypotension, hypoglycaemia, fatigue…”
Jaejoong frowned as Yunho listed down more factors of his condition. “It’s a temporary thing. I’ll get better soon.”
Yunho was getting angry now - he could tell by the lines around his mouth. “That’s not all. I went to your clinic to look for you, and I saw your schedule. You’ve got more cases in a week than most anaesthetists take in two. You’re overworking yourself, you obviously haven’t been eating or resting properly…what’s wrong with you?”
Jaejoong’s head throbbed. Didn’t the hospital use effective painkillers nowadays? The drowsiness he felt without pain relief was getting on his nerves. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”
The hurt on Yunho’s face made Jaejoong feel guilty about his unchecked words. “Of course I care! You-you’re my best friend! If anything ever happened to you…” He trailed off, as something struck him.
All these emotions he was feeling, all the anger, worry, fear and concern directed at this one beautiful, stubborn man lying on the bed, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable and frail - what did it all mean? This strange new feeling bubbling inside of him felt like something he ought to know, something he ought to be able to put a name to.
“…are you even listening to me?” Jaejoong let out a short disbelieving laugh, the drugs loosening his tongue even more. “I can’t believe I fell in love with such an idiot.” He muttered to himself, but Yunho heard him.
“You…what?”
Surprised that he’d been heard, the tiny rational part of his brain finally ceased protesting and he continued, deciding he’d accept the consequences of his stupid words later when he was well.
“I don’t just have some silly little crush on you. I’ve loved you since I met you that day during orientation at medical school, when you came up to me wearing those dorky glasses, asking if I had a pencil to spare.”
Yunho just sat there, eyes widened in shock.
“Screw the damn pencil. You could have had my heart if you asked for it. I love everything about you - your perfectionism, your need to make sure everyone else but yourself is okay, your infatuation with kids, the way you laugh, the way you accept how I do the stupidest things, the way you talk, the way you smile…” His voice cracked, and a sharp pain shot through Yunho’s chest.
“And now you hate me, because I’ve ruined our friendship forever, but it’s okay.” He smiled bitterly, a tear falling down his pale face. “I used to think that as long as you were happy, it didn’t matter whether I loved you or not. But I guess I’m not that strong aft-”
Yunho leaned forward and gently brushed his thumb over the tear. Jaejoong stared at him. “I love you too.”
Jaejoong quickly reprimanded himself for allowing a momentary burst of hope rise in him and his eyes narrowed. “I don’t need your sympathy, Yun-”
Yunho pulled him into a firm hug, and Jaejoong was stunned speechless. “I mean it. Seeing you like this…I couldn’t bear it if I ever lost you. I love you, Jaejoong-ah.” He repeated sincerely, uncertainty flashing across his face as Jaejoong moved back away to look at him.
For one horrible moment he thought he’d lost his chance with the one person who meant most to him in the world. Jaejoong took in a deep breath, his expression still neutral.
“Took you long enough, pabo.” He smiled shakily, his eyes suspiciously bright. “Was it my irresistible charm that convinced you in the end? Or perhaps this extremely hot body of mi-”
And then his mind went delightfully blank as Yunho kissed him firmly, tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of his tongue, coaxing Jaejoong’s mouth open as he deepened the kiss even further.
They finally stopped for air, both breathing heavily, and Jaejoong felt even more lightheaded than before. “…wow.”
Both turned to see Yoochun at the doorway grinning from ear to ear. “It’s about time, isn’t it?” Jaejoong made a face at him and attempted to throw his pillow at the smirking doctor, failing miserably as it merely landed on the floor nowhere near Yoochun.
The three of them looked at each other and burst out laughing.
**
Well, that's the end! I'll be posting a short epilogue soon! Many thanks to everyone who's been reading this story and giving me your lovely comments - it really made me happy!
Chapter: 14/14
Pairing: Junsu/Zhang Liyin, Yunjae
Characters: DBSK, ZLY, some SJ & SNSD, Junho
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, hospital!AU
Summary: A hospital AU in which Junsu is an obstetrician who gradually falls in love with his nurse Liyin. Meanwhile his anaesthetist Jaejoong struggles with his one-sided love for the paediatrician Yunho. With a little help from Yoochun and Changmin, will they manage to sort out the misunderstandings between them?
A/N: This was the first fic I ever wrote, and it's based on my actual observations of a OB/GYN clinic in a hospital medical centre, so hopefully it's pretty accurate.
And now Yunjae is resolved. Last chapter!
Chapter 14
Jaejoong looked at Stephanie in bemusement, not quite understanding exactly what she meant by... “He wasn’t serious?” She shook her head for the third time, a little annoyed that he kept asking the same question.
“But…” He bit his lip to prevent the rest of the unfinished sentence from coming out - Jung Yunho doesn’t ask anyone out unless he means it.
Stephanie sighed. “Look, Dr. Kim, I know you’re Dr. Jung’s really good friend and all, so I don’t want you to think I’m insulting him in any way, but I felt as if he had someone else on his mind when he asked me. Perhaps someone else he has feelings for?”
So when Jaejoong comes to ask you about it, could you hint to him about Yunho’s real feelings? She recalled the letter and privately thought that she couldn’t have given a bigger hint.
And Dr. Kim Jaejoong was no fool - he’d understand her drift.
--
“It’s Dr. Park on the line for you.” Stephanie placed down the phone and Yunho pressed a button.
“Hello, Yoochun-ah?”
“Hey, I got a favour to ask you. It’s about Jaejoong.”
Yunho felt his heartbeat increase rapidly at the mention of the other doctor’s name, his face feeling uncharacteristically warm. “What about him?”
“He’s…not in his best condition, to say the least. I think there’s something bothering him, but you know Jaejoong, he won’t tell you unless you force it out of him, preferably when drunk.”
Yunho found himself nodding in agreement. One thing he loved and hated simultaneously about Jaejoong was how the man never troubled his friends with his problems because he didn’t want to ‘be a burden’, in his own words.
“I’ve tried getting him to open up to me, but he’s like a clam. I thought that maybe he’d be more willing to tell it to you, since you guys are really good friends.”
Yunho’s mind sidetracked at Yoochun’s last words. Was that all he and Jaejoong were? ‘Really good friends’? Would they ever be anything more than that?
“Yunho? Are you listening to me?” Yoochun sounded a tad exasperated, and Yunho quickly nodded.
“Er, I guess I’ll try, then.”
“Thanks.”
--
Yunho walked to and fro along the corridor outside the clinic shared by Jaejoong and Dr. Kim Hyunjoong, the black cell phone pressed to his ear as he waited for the other man to pick up. Huffing in annoyance as the pre-recorded message played for the fourth time, he entered the clinic and looked over the counter at Ara.
“Ah, good afternoon, Dr. Jung. If you’re looking for Dr. Kim, he has a case now, from 5 to 7pm.” He nodded as she scrolled through her computer screen for the exact details.
Seeing the packed schedule Jaejoong had for the week, Yunho felt rather taken aback. Was this part of what Yoochun was trying to say when he’d been worried about their friend?
“I’ll go wait for him at the theatre, then. Thanks, Ara-ssi.”
--
Jaejoong finished filling up the necessary paperwork regarding the drug usage and monitoring of patient’s vitals, heaving a sigh of relief as he placed it back into the file. He covered his mouth politely as he yawned widely, wondering why he’d felt so tired lately. Even his vision was starting to become a little blurred, though he could still walk without bumping into anything.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Dr. Kim Jongwoon patted him on the shoulder in mild concern. Frankly speaking, doctors never really had to ask each other such questions, seeing how they knew how to diagnose their own health, or lack of it, but Jaejoong was looking paler than usual.
Jaejoong waved a hand nonchalantly. “It’s nothing, just a lack of sleep, I guess.”
Jongwoon raised an eyebrow. “Need me to call an anaesthetist for you? I happen to know one of the best.” His deadpan humour had Jaejoong smiling involuntarily.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll just go home and rest. Morphine isn’t really my type of thing.”
Jongwoon shrugged and nodded goodbye, turning around and heading off in the opposite direction, when he heard a sudden thump behind him seconds later. He paused and looked back to see the prone body of the other doctor on the cold linoleum floor.
“Jaejoong-ah!” He ran over to his friend, tapping his jaw briskly to check for any reaction. He quickly made sure that the other man’s pulse was going strong, before resuming the process of waking him up.
Jaejoong’s eyes eventually opened weakly, and he blinked repeatedly. “Wh-what…”
Jongwoon smiled reassuringly. “Stay with me, Jaejoong-ah. We’re going to get you some proper enforced rest. I need a stretcher now!” He raised his voice at the last sentence, and the theatre staff promptly brought one in.
Jaejoong was vaguely aware of his phone ringing, and indicated his pocket to Jongwoon, who obligingly took out the vibrating cell phone and glanced at the caller ID before pressing the receive button.
“Hello, Dr. Jung.”
“…I’m sorry, who is this? Isn’t this Kim Jaejoong’s phone?”
“This is Kim Jongwoon answering for Jaejoong. He just fainted, and we’re taking him to be warded right now, at least for the night.”
“WHAT?” Yunho felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, all prior knowledge about fainting flooding his brain.
“I’m not sure which one he’ll be in; I’ll tell you as soon as they book it. Definitely one in the east wing, since we’re nearer there now.”
“I…thanks. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” The line went dead and Jongwoon closed the phone. Knowing Yunho, he’d probably reach there before they did.
--
Jaejoong opened his eyes, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. White ceiling, white walls, white blanket, drip…
The memory came back to him in a rush, and he groaned in annoyance at himself. He felt a strange weight on his right hand, and turned his head to see Yunho’s hand gripping his tightly, the other doctor smiling widely in relief at him.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little groggy. Kind of like my patients after the operation is over.” Yunho grinned at the comparison, but suddenly his features rearranged into a scowl. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, Jaejoong-ah. Hypotension, hypoglycaemia, fatigue…”
Jaejoong frowned as Yunho listed down more factors of his condition. “It’s a temporary thing. I’ll get better soon.”
Yunho was getting angry now - he could tell by the lines around his mouth. “That’s not all. I went to your clinic to look for you, and I saw your schedule. You’ve got more cases in a week than most anaesthetists take in two. You’re overworking yourself, you obviously haven’t been eating or resting properly…what’s wrong with you?”
Jaejoong’s head throbbed. Didn’t the hospital use effective painkillers nowadays? The drowsiness he felt without pain relief was getting on his nerves. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”
The hurt on Yunho’s face made Jaejoong feel guilty about his unchecked words. “Of course I care! You-you’re my best friend! If anything ever happened to you…” He trailed off, as something struck him.
All these emotions he was feeling, all the anger, worry, fear and concern directed at this one beautiful, stubborn man lying on the bed, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable and frail - what did it all mean? This strange new feeling bubbling inside of him felt like something he ought to know, something he ought to be able to put a name to.
“…are you even listening to me?” Jaejoong let out a short disbelieving laugh, the drugs loosening his tongue even more. “I can’t believe I fell in love with such an idiot.” He muttered to himself, but Yunho heard him.
“You…what?”
Surprised that he’d been heard, the tiny rational part of his brain finally ceased protesting and he continued, deciding he’d accept the consequences of his stupid words later when he was well.
“I don’t just have some silly little crush on you. I’ve loved you since I met you that day during orientation at medical school, when you came up to me wearing those dorky glasses, asking if I had a pencil to spare.”
Yunho just sat there, eyes widened in shock.
“Screw the damn pencil. You could have had my heart if you asked for it. I love everything about you - your perfectionism, your need to make sure everyone else but yourself is okay, your infatuation with kids, the way you laugh, the way you accept how I do the stupidest things, the way you talk, the way you smile…” His voice cracked, and a sharp pain shot through Yunho’s chest.
“And now you hate me, because I’ve ruined our friendship forever, but it’s okay.” He smiled bitterly, a tear falling down his pale face. “I used to think that as long as you were happy, it didn’t matter whether I loved you or not. But I guess I’m not that strong aft-”
Yunho leaned forward and gently brushed his thumb over the tear. Jaejoong stared at him. “I love you too.”
Jaejoong quickly reprimanded himself for allowing a momentary burst of hope rise in him and his eyes narrowed. “I don’t need your sympathy, Yun-”
Yunho pulled him into a firm hug, and Jaejoong was stunned speechless. “I mean it. Seeing you like this…I couldn’t bear it if I ever lost you. I love you, Jaejoong-ah.” He repeated sincerely, uncertainty flashing across his face as Jaejoong moved back away to look at him.
For one horrible moment he thought he’d lost his chance with the one person who meant most to him in the world. Jaejoong took in a deep breath, his expression still neutral.
“Took you long enough, pabo.” He smiled shakily, his eyes suspiciously bright. “Was it my irresistible charm that convinced you in the end? Or perhaps this extremely hot body of mi-”
And then his mind went delightfully blank as Yunho kissed him firmly, tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of his tongue, coaxing Jaejoong’s mouth open as he deepened the kiss even further.
They finally stopped for air, both breathing heavily, and Jaejoong felt even more lightheaded than before. “…wow.”
Both turned to see Yoochun at the doorway grinning from ear to ear. “It’s about time, isn’t it?” Jaejoong made a face at him and attempted to throw his pillow at the smirking doctor, failing miserably as it merely landed on the floor nowhere near Yoochun.
The three of them looked at each other and burst out laughing.
**
Well, that's the end! I'll be posting a short epilogue soon! Many thanks to everyone who's been reading this story and giving me your lovely comments - it really made me happy!