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yoongiwyd-stop-blog · 8 years ago

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The Doctor's A Joke

(This is another one shot from my Wattpad cos I haven’t gotten around to writing anything new yet ㅠㅠ fuck you @ writer’s block)

Pairing: Namjin

Word Count: 2800+

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“How’s your number one favourite patient coming along, hyung?”

Seokjin stopped picking at his plate of kimbap and sat back in his seat, lips pursed as he looked up at the younger doctor sat across him, who had half a jelly doughnut stuffed in his mouth, icing sugar coating his lips.

The older frowned at his blatant disregard for table manners and flicked a brown coloured napkin at him. Taehyung grinned his infamous box grin as he picked up the serviette, allowing Seokjin a glimpse of the mastication taking place in his mouth.

“Pig,” Seokjin commented half heartedly, setting his chopsticks down onto his plate. “And he’s not my favourite. But he’s fine, I guess. I believe that he’s improved significantly. A little less erratic now and more subdued with his actions. His brain patterns are more reoccurring too which shows a broader possibility of him being released.”

Taehyung swallowed his doughnut before leaning forward on his elbows, the napkin now crumpled in his right hand. “You really believe Kim Namjoon will ever see living daylight again?”

Seokjin arched an eyebrow, shrugging. “I don’t see why not. That’s what every patient is here for, aren’t they? For recovery with the hope and chance that one day they will be able to live normal lives and interact with society once again?”

The younger shrugged, picking at the other half of his doughnut, now oozing bright red calorific jam onto his plate. “Don’t get me wrong, hyung. I have hope for so many in here. Unfortunately, Kim Namjoon doesn’t fall into that category.”

There was a way that Taehyung spoke that told Seokjin there was a specific someone the former had hope for, an image formed in his head and Seokjin smiled a teasing tilt of lips, leaning forward on his own elbows as he wagged his eyebrows.

“Talking about that little patient of yours, now, are we? Your favourite. What was his name? Joonki? Junghee?”

A diluted pink painted itself across Taehyung’s cheekbones, barely noticeable against his rich tanned skin but nonetheless existent, much to the older’s amusement. The former rolled his eyes, pulling away from Seokjin and crossing his arms across his chest defiantly, a poor attempt to exude dominance and confidence.

“It’s Jungkook and yes, he does fall into that category.” Seokjin cooed, poking his dongsaeng’s nose with an outstretched double jointed finger, noting how he didn’t deny that Jungkook was his favourite patient. Taehyung rolled his eyes, swatting the former’s intrusive finger away with an icing sugar dusted hand. “But come on, hyung. The difference between them is unmeasurable. Jungkook’s like a child—scratch that—a bunny, who wants to get better, if you don’t count that nasty split personality of his. Namjoon…he’s a monster who’s biggest interest is to probably burn down this hospital. You know what he’s done and in all the time he’s been here, he’s never shown a shred of remorse.”

Seokjin exhaled loudly through his nose, shaking his head to clear the muddling thoughts that threatened to dull the hope he had for his patient. As a doctor, it was one of his jobs to hope for the best for his patient as long as there was hope to be found.

The watch around his wrist began to beep lowly, alerting him of his upcoming appointment. Seokjin stood, pushing his plate of half eaten kimbap towards Taehyung for him to finish and smoothed down his standard issue white coat. “There’s a reason then, why Jungkook is on the third floor and Namjoon is on the eighth. But it doesn’t change the fact that they are still both patients. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an appointment.”

He spun on his heels and quickly made his way towards the elevator, promptly ignoring Taehyung’s cheeky ‘good luck and have fun’. He flashed his level clearance identification card to the stoic white haired guard that was stationed by the lift before stepping into the small four walled elevator, immediately catching sight of his—daresay—earth shattering good looks in the reflective mirrors.

The ride to the eighth floor was accompanied by generic elevator music—that would have been a possible factor of insanity if it was listened to for long periods of time—and the gruelling groaning of the gears of the elevator.

Seokjin stepped out of the elevator and into a crisp, clinical white hallway, greeted by a metal sign that read “CRIMINALLY INSANE” and a guard’s booth to his left with a wall of metal bars adjoined to the booth on his right, the only entry and exit out of this ward.

He displayed his identification card again, watching the guards flip through a book to verify Seokjin’s appointment before letting it swing against his chest on his lanyard when the familiar buzz of entry rang throughout the hall. He nodded courteously at the male guards regarding him from inside the booth before pushing the metal bar door open and stepping through.

The heels of his shoes made muted taps against the rubber flooring, silently mouthing the numbers displayed outside the doors of each patient’s room until he stood outside the room 9409.

Seokjin raised his hand, clasped into a loose fist and knocked on the door twice before pressing his card into the security access scanner on the wall beside the metal door. He waited for the automatic shifting of the locks as the scanner recognised his card to complete before stepping into the room, eyes keen as he searched for the person housed in this room. He found the blond haired man sat crosslegged on his bed on the other side of the room, a book in his hands a look of deep set concentration scrawled onto his face.

A part of Seokjin regretted having to interrupt his previously private moment of reading but treatments and talking had to be done and neither would be able to efficient with a book in Namjoon’s face.

His mouth opened in greeting but before a single word left Seokjin’s mouth, the blond looked up from his book, the concentration wiped clean on his face like a blanked canvas. For a brief moment, the latter was caught off guard by the sudden change in his expression, slightly amazed by how quickly Namjoon could go from looking so immersed and taken by a work of literature to as flippant as a balloon cut of its string.

“Hello, Dr. Kim.” Namjoon’s tone was pacified and casual, as though Seokjin was a good friend who had dropped him a surprise visit at home rather than his room in a hospital for the mentally disturbed.

“Hi, Namjoon. I’ve said before, it’s okay if you call me hyung. Much less formal and relaxed, don’t you think?” Seokjin mused as he shut the door behind him. He hadn’t missed the way Namjoon’s dark eyes flickered to glance at the metal door with a slight satisfaction before meeting Seokjin’s steady gaze once again.

“I’ve forgotten. It’s been too long since you last visited me. Sorry, hyung.” Dark eyes twinkled with an indecipherable gleam as his head cocked to a side. On certain occasions such as this, Seokjin felt as if he were the patient being observed instead of it the other way around. He tried his hardest to appear unaffected to the inquisitive blond, keeping as calm and indifferent as he could but something small inside of him told him that Namjoon saw through his facade like it was polished glass.

The blond always seemed to know something about Seokjin—be it his thoughts or his actions and reactions—before he knew it himself and the thought of that made the latter waver slightly, the confidence he usually held himself with and security he normally had with his other patients dwindling.

With other patients during their sessions, Seokjin was sure he was mentally dominant, in charge and assertive of the situation but when it came to his weekly Wednesday 4 o'clock appointment on the eight floor with the patient in room 9409, he found himself equal and once, challenged.

Kim Namjoon was no ordinary patient that any of the doctors that attended to him could directly match and refer to the volumes upon volumes of psychology textbooks. He was a special case—one Seokjin had to adjust and accustom himself to and intended to write a full chapter on.

It was a game of chess: every move from both ends calculated and in anticipation of the other’s decisions.

The raven haired doctor strode over and sat in the metal chair positioned by the bed, crossing his legs and allowing his arms to swing freely at his sides as Namjoon scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, his fringe flopping messily as he moved. They regarded each other silently for a brief moment before Seokjin spoke, diffusing the tension.

“It’s only been a week since you’ve last seen me.” he chuckled. “What’s on your mind today, Namjoon?”

“Not murder and arson, if that’s what you’re worried about, hyung.” the blond chuckled, his eyes crinkling as dimples made an appearance on either side of his mouth.

“The thought never crossed my mind. But good to see you’ve maintained your sense of humour. Anyways, scratch that question. What were you reading?”

Namjoon pursed his lips, picking up the dog eared book beside him and thrusting it in Seokjin’s direction though not necessarily inviting the older to take it. Instead, the raven haired man nodded and peered at the cover without touching the book, a gesture that seemed to please Namjoon.

It was an English title Seokjin was unfamiliar with—not that he was an avid reader of English books (or books at all for that matter) except for one or two by Stephen King he enjoyed. “Its something written by Tennyson. The nurses thought they would reward me for good behaviour by lending me this book from the library for another 'creative outlet’ I could inspire myself with, apparently. I didn’t even know we had a library here.”

Seokjin hummed in amusement as Namjoon withdrew and plopped the book in his lap. “Keep up that good behaviour and you will get to explore that library.”

The younger scowled though Seokjin could tell it was playful in nature. “You make me feel like a five year old, hyung. Please, spare me the other condescending, downplayed crap the other shrinks in here attempt to feed me as if I’m not a full grown man with a college diploma. You’re the only one that treats me like a fully capable adult and I’d like to keep it that way. None of that 'keep it up’ or 'you’re doing great’ bullshit.”

Seokjin pressed his lips into a tight line, internally sighing. It was a sad perception that a number of hospital staff members had that the patients were mentally handicapped or children that needed to be spoken down to or coddled.

He regained his train of thought and smirked at the blond who frowned at the gesture, an elegant eyebrow arching questioningly. “You say you aren’t five but I have to smuggle candy in for you every week.”

Namjoon grinned, eyes sparkling as he further leaned forward, elbows braced against his knees. “What have you got for me today, hyung?”

“Hold on,” the older mused, searching for the packet of six Oreos he had bought from the cafeteria. He tossed the dark blue packet in the direction of the bed and watched as Namjoon snatched it out of the air, fluidly prying the top open and helping himself to the first cookie.

“Alright, let’s get the required Q&A bullshit out of the way.” Namjoon sighed, speaking around the half Oreo in his mouth and waving for Seokjin to proceed.

“Oh please,” Seokjin muttered, removing a small palm sized notebook from his coat, flipping it open and staring at the questions he had written down in preparations or his appointment with Namjoon days prior. “You liked being asked questions. Especially if they are about yourself.”

“True,” Namjoon mused, his expression turning thoughtful before a glint of mischief lighted his features. “Especially if they’re coming from you, hyung.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes, trying to brush of the words that had unexpectedly hooked themselves into his skin and mind. “And why is that?” he pressed, his tone and expression a mix between curiosity and sarcasm.

“Because,” Namjoon said, with the same expression on the other man’s face but somehow twisted into something a little taunting on the blond’s features. “When you ask me the questions you ask, you sound like someone who cares."

Seokjin let the hand which held the notebook fall against his lap as a partially offended expression pulled itself onto his face. "Of course I care about you, Namjoon.” He said the words without hesitation or thought, perhaps a little to quickly as a slow smug, dimpled smirk tugged on the corner of Namjoon’s lips and Seokjin scrambled to make his sentence sound more appropriate. “What I mean is, I’m your doctor. You are my patient. Of course I care about you and your wellbeing. It is, after all, my job to do so.”

He fought the urge to look away or bite his lower lip, a bad feeling he had just moved his pieces wrong and landed himself in an appropriate position to be checkmated.

With slow deliberation, the blond set his packet of cookies down, wiped the corner of his lips for non existent crumbs with the pad of his thumb and set his feet on the ground so he was now perched at the edge of his bed, a little too close for the doctor’s comfort. Seokjin stayed rooted in his seat, however, refusing to give the other man the pleasure or satisfaction in seeing him shift or stutter.

The raven haired man knew that Namjoon could see the discomfort in his features and posture and quickly forced his expression into one of blank observation, his eyes following every move the latter made.

“No it isn’t, Seokjin hyung.” There was an almost sing song lilt to Namjoon’s words and Seokjin did not like it one bit. “Doctors are supposed to take care of their patients health, yes. Actually caring, not so much. I believe you are the only one that does.”

“Nonsense.” Seokjin waved off, his eyes unwavering. “I’m sure Dr. Min cares plenty about you.”

Namjoon barked a dry laugh, shaking his head as if at the latter’s apparent stupidity about what he had said of the other doctor assigned to him. “Dr. Min? Please. The man’s life phrase is 'I don’t give a shit. I don’t give a fuck.’ I’m sure he’s told me that at least twice.”

“Every doctor is different,” Seokjin persisted, refusing to cave into whatever little verbal stand off they were having. “Anyways, moving on—”

“Tell me, hyung,” The blond hummed, his expression growing more and more taunting. Seokjin narrowed his eyes before a strangled gasp tore its way from his throat as Namjoon lunged, one hand cupping the back of his neck as he pulled him closer to him. The doctor tried squirmed as he felt Namjoon’s breath caress his cheek, highly aware of the blond’s other hand that was placed on his thigh. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

Speech and coherence left the raven haired man and he blinked thrice before a stream of blubbering left him, his hands bracing themselves against Namjoon’s chest and pushing. “Move away, Namjoon.”

The latter merely chuckled darkly, ignoring him and leaning forward so his nose skimmed Seokjin’s jawline.

A blush quickly flitted across Seokjin’s cheekbones, quickly coming to his sense when a flare of heat burned the skin beneath his collar and shoving Namjoon away with a grunt. The blond leaned away, fully composed with a wickedly satisfied gaze fixed on the doctor’s face.

“What do you think you were doing?” Seokjin spat, rising to his feet. He couldn’t tell if he was angry or unsettled—perhaps a mix of both? And if so, at whom—Namjoon or himself?

“What do you think I was doing, hyung?”

“I think you were trying to get filed for sexual assault to a member of staff.” The words were harsh and grating though the blond merely chuckled, pushing his fringe out of his eyes blatantly.

“It’s not assault if the other party is consenting.”

Seokjin scowled, smoothing down his coat. “Don’t be ridiculous. I am nothing else but your doctor. Once you pull your head out of whatever delusion its in, I will be more than glad to be your friend again.”

Namjoon’s eyes sparkled mischievously, leaning back against the wall and picking up his book once again. “There’s more than one type of friend, if you get my gist, hyung.”

“We are done here today.” the older said coldly, shaking his head in anger and disappointment. He turned around and took three large strides to the door before opening it, barely glancing back with a muttered: “Goodbye, Namjoon.”

His only reply was laughter.

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ddaenggtan · 6 years ago

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shinee-fictions · 6 years ago

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when inspiration hits - namjin (dump #2)

summary: namjoon is a creative mind who writes in the middle of the night; seokjin sometimes wishes he cared about sleep as much as he cares for getting the perfect lyric word count: 840 pairing: namjoon x seokjin warnings: n/a notes: this is my first non-shined blurb on this page! sorry it’s a dump; I really wanted to finish this but the time kept passing and I kept not writing for it oof and sometimes you gotta know when to put the pen down, ya know? enjoy!

Being a lyricist is a somewhat therapeutic responsibility for Namjoon. It means he gets to spend nights he can’t sleep doing something more productive than scrolling through social media for hours on end. Means that he is able to live inside of his mind in still silence, with nothing to pull him out but himself whenever he pleases. It is his method of stress relief in his own little world whenever scheduled events and appearances during the day and video shooting through the night come to be too much for him to handle in a given amount of time.

Being a musical poet is what keeps him going and part of what gets him excited for new albums, because God knows there isn’t a single Bangtan song that Kim Namjoon has not written lyrics for. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Performing his lyrics is always a fun bonus, but it is always the process of getting that perfect phrase to fit the music and content of the song that makes him especially proud of his work as an artist.

Knowing that he has the ability to bring his abstract thoughts and emotions to life with pen, paper, and a couple of notes is the true prize in Namjoon’s head.

Of course, he knows he can’t ever take all of the credit when the most beautiful piece of artwork is sleeping peacefully in his bed every night for him to draw inspiration from.

In the dim silence of the bedroom, the younger man sits at his work desk, scribbling down lyrics to the sound of Seokjin’s steady breathing. His very own white noise and comfort while he writes his lyrics, then scribbles, then writes again, only to tear out his page, crumple it up, toss it into the trash can, and repeat.

And even though the words never seem to flow right until the wee hours of the night, Seokjin is always perfect. From the moment he wakes up to the moment he rests his head to sleep and even in the hours that he does sleep, he is perfect. Even the nights he does not get to sleep that much to the point where he is constantly yawning and there are heavy bags under his eyes that only ungodly amounts of makeup and photoshop can truly conceal, he is perfect.

Halfway through his fifth draft of the night, Namjoon hears a stirring of sheets and light groaning coming from behind him. He knows it is more than his heart and soul turning over to sleep on his other side when a sharp inhale is heard, followed by another groan as, the lyricist assumes, he stretches his limbs out.

Turning his chair around enough for him to face the bed, Namjoon fixes his gaze on the sleepy-eyed elder now sitting up and gazing back blankly with his usual morning-slash-middle-of-the-night face.

“Morning,” the younger male teases, knowing full well it is three o’clock in the morning and therefore, the middle of the night. Seokjin doesn’t respond. Instead, he looks down at the bin by the work desk, takes note of the mess of paper balls around it (because Namjoon never really makes his shots), and looks back to the source of the mess.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing our next hit.”

“It is,” Seokjin looks around for his phone, feeling around on the mattress and remaining unsurprised when he finds it hiding underneath his pillow, “three-sixteen in the morning, Namjoon.”

“And?”

“And you should be sleeping,” the elder responds with a hint of irritation, and the only reason Namjoon lets the tone slide is that he knows it has been a good week or two since Seokjin has gotten to sleep completely through the night with the former at his side. Seokjin leans back onto the support of his elbows, still fixed on the man who is somehow still wide awake. “There’s stuff to do later. Come.”

The elder gently pats the empty space beside him, tempting Namjoon to join him once again in bed and ready to counter any excuses he may come up with. It was a battle constantly fought night after night, and sometimes, Namjoon actually wins.

Most of the time, however, he gives in. Neither of them knows if tonight will be one of those nights.

“I haven’t even gotten a solid hook yet,” he whines, setting his pen down onto his notepad. How can he possibly sleep when his words were still jumbled in his mind? He’d much rather stare blankly at a notepad to figure himself out than stare blankly up at the ceiling where he couldn’t at least jot down some phrases.

Seokjin scoffs. “We’re still in the middle of this album’s promotion.”

“So?”

“So,” the elder giggles, admiring Namjoon’s work ethic but loathing his disregard to take care of himself. “Come sleep while you can and you can write on a night when we don’t have to be up at the absolute crack of dawn.”

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