#doctor ateez

[eightmakesonebraincell]

and if it stops snowing? then count the stars in the sky (teaser)

genre: poly doctors!ateez x doctor fem!reader, hospital romance, established relationship, slow burn, fluff, angst

length: 1.6k (teaser) + approx. 37k (full fic)

c/w: slightly aged-up characters, slow burn except it's burning in reverse, lots of medical themes, remaining tags to be revealed with full fic

synopsis: after transferring during the last year of your residency program, you work alongside your eight boyfriends at kq hospital. it becomes harder to keep your relationship the same as it used to be as you all navigate the respective challenges of being doctors and nurses. you come to experience love and loss in both warmth and coldness, but only one of them will keep your relationship alive.

a/n: not my titles becoming increasingly longer with each oneshot i write 💀 but this is probably my fave one yet and i hope it slaps when the full fic drops

your feet drag against the floor as you trudge listlessly back to your locker, body heavy as if you are caught in the very midst of a snowstorm. your shoulders cave even further in on themselves when you check your phone to see no reply from hongjoong.

you want nothing more than to bury yourself in your boyfriend’s arms, nose pressed against the soothing rumble of his chest as he listens to you complain about your day. it will not change anything about the situation with dr. lim and dr. nam but at least you will be able to release the hot steam that has built up from the bubbling pit of lava in your chest.

if hongjoong is still working, perhaps you can sit in his office and wait on his couch. his presence will be enough to keep you grounded.

some of the nurses in the neurology ward greet you cordially as you exit the elevator and you return their smile before sitting on a bench further down the corridor to avoid being in anybody’s way. you test your chances and call hongjoong’s number, only to hear the line ring until it sends you to his voicemail. when another attempt ten minutes later yields the same result, you send a text telling him to call you when he is finished.

you resign yourself to the bench with a passive sigh and wait, all the while a tempest swirling inside of you. eventually, one of the junior residents tilts her head at the sight of you still sitting on the bench, having passed by you almost twenty minutes ago in the same position. she calls out, “doctor l/n?”

you jerk up from where you are fiddling with your phone. recognising her as hongjoong’s colleague, you ask, “i’m just waiting for doctor kim. do you happen to know where he is?”

“doctor kim?” she furrows her brows, “he left already. he actually left early today.”

“oh.”

the heat in your chest suddenly dissipates, immediately replaced by a frigid hollowness that makes your mind go blank instead. horrified, you feel your eyes involuntarily start to prickle with tears no matter how hard you will for them to disappear.

“do you want me to pass a message on for you?” the resident looks at you with a twinge of concern, but mostly curiosity.

you shake your head and mumble, “no, that’s okay, thanks,” then rush away to avoid embarrassing yourself any further. deciding against asking one of your other boyfriends to drive you home, you forgo catching the bus too in favour of walking through the streets.

it’s not even a big deal. we’ve all forgotten about dates before and hongjoong would never deliberately blow you off.

you know that. you know this is not something you need to be upset over and you know that your boyfriend must have a reason. yet knowing does nothing to stop the trembling of your lips as you swipe furiously at your dripping tears with the back of your hand. on top of everything that has piled up today, hongjoong forgetting about your date is enough to topple it over completely.

the light snowfall from earlier has already stopped but the temperature remains just as low. as you tread through the chalky streets home, thoughts creeping through your mind like the fractal branches of a snowflake–fragile and delicate–you welcome the numbing chill around you instead and let it paralyse your emotions like an anaesthetic.

by the time you reach the front door, you have collected yourself enough. the rims of your eyes and the tip of your nose still have a slight redness to them but your appearance can easily be dismissed by the biting cold outside. you unlock the door and walk in.

you are met with immediate warmth; from the residual heat of shared dinner, from the streaming glow of lights, from the peals of low laughter. walking through the corridor almost feels like walking through a warped tunnel of dissociation–so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

san sits on the couch, languidly scrolling on his phone with an arm wrapped around yeosang’s shoulders, who is flicking through a thin booklet of paper. sitting cross-legged at the coffee table in front of them in a stark contrast of mess is hongjoong–hongjoong who is hunched over his own booklet with a newly-made carpet and tablecloth of thesis and journal articles, textbooks and tablets.

you are so caught up by the hurricane of a scene that you do not realise you are about to step on the corner of a textbook until hongjoong’s head snaps up to look at you.

“be careful!” his warning cry is sharp with alarm.

your body jolts and you step backwards. “sorry.”

despite san and yeosang’s chirpy greetings, you remain frozen to the spot. the two of them clamber up to pull you into an excited hug, only to pause when they realise there is no way to navigate the landmine of paper scattered around the room, so they settle back into the cushions instead.

“don’t mind the mess,” yeosang giggles, unaware of the sudden onset of unease that courses through your body. “even seonghwa has given the okay for him to do this.”

your words come out thick and sticky as you ask, “what is hongjoong doing?”

san’s voice is sympathetic, “there was a last-minute change to his presentation that he’s doing at that annual neurological association meeting. his department head wants him to do a different topic.”

“he could’ve told me, i don’t know, five fucking months ago,” hongjoong curses fiercely at his tablet, “but he just had to wait until my presentation was basically done to let me know.”

you have had a bad day…but so has hongjoong.

the door opens behind you. fumbling for a moment, you try to make yourself smaller against the wall to make room for whoever of your boyfriends has returned. it is mingi back from his shift which tells you just how long you had waited for hongjoong, considering mingi’s shift ended almost two hours after yours did.

“y/n?” mingi’s eyes widen slightly as he smiles, the sight of you a pleasant surprise. he asks, “did you and hongjoong come back from your date already?”

you wince at the bomb he has unwittingly dropped; the very one you yourself were still unsure how to navigate.

“shit,” hongjoong’s head snaps towards you again but for an entirely different reason this time. “holy fuck. oh my fucking god.” his hands flutter as he upturns the scattered notes around him in search of his phone, face draining of all colour as it dawns on him he had silenced his notifications. “the date–i forgot. fuck, i am so fucking sorry, y/n.”

your boyfriends on the couch watch with darting eyes and mingi glances at you cautiously. in some twisted reality, you almost feel immobilised by guilt as hongjoong stumbles to his feet, grasping the phone he has finally found from where it had been tossed under the table.

nothing changes the fact that he forgot nor the fact that you have had a rough day. but just as you had realised, hongjoong has also had a rough day, if not worse than yours. and as with any relationship, one will always have to yield under pressure lest both people break.

swallowing thickly, you manage to force out, “that’s okay. i forgot too.”

a white lie, but a white lie has never hurt anybody.

mingi catches the slight twist of your fingers in the side of your jacket. he murmurs, “let’s go inside,” then tugs you by the elbow. he steps you carefully through the landmines further into the living room, gingerly toeing papers inches aside to reveal the floorboards underneath for the both of you to step on. hongjoong is still looking at you remorsefully as you near, his hands itching to reach out but afraid they will not be met with forgiving ones.

“it’s okay, joong, really,” you extend your fingers in his direction and gently squeeze his hand. “sorry to hear about your presentation. i know how hard you’ve worked on it the past few months.”

sadness still lingers in your boyfriend’s eyes at having made such a careless mistake despite the grateful smile he gives you. “i’ll make it up to you after the presentation is finished,” he vows. “i’ll take you out for a nice dinner and i promise i won’t forget this time.”

you chuckle softly with a reassuring nod, “okay.”

“what about you? how was your day?” hongjoong asks.

an hour ago you wanted nothing more than the comfort he could offer while you vented about your day and you are almost certain fatigue and frustration are smeared across your face right now. yet you simply answer, “it was a long day but it was good.”

another white lie.

before your boyfriends can probe any further, you state, “i’m going to take a shower first. might head to sleep early today.” you lean forward to give hongjoong a chaste kiss, who easily relaxes into it with relief. you turn to rise onto your tiptoes to give mingi one too before meeting yeosang and san halfway from where they kneel on the couch to also kiss you goodnight.

then you turn and retreat to your room. it is not all too bad, you reconcile with yourself. alone time would be good after today’s events.

a third white lie.

but again, that is fine, because a white lie never hurt anybody…nobody except for yourself.

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[jebeplanet]

ZEROBASEONE ZHANG HAO + ATEEZ WOOYOUNG ✧ TikTok Update ✧ “DOCTOR! DOCTOR!” Challenge

[hwaightme]

so.

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[sanriomilk]

MED STUDENT Jongho

💉|'𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆' ©

Greeting -

You couldn't believe you were roomates with THE Choi Jongho. He was popular because of his rich family and stuff.. But he wasn't like those jocks or party kids. He was more like a nerd, but not like those geeks. He was more like a studious kid who had his life set. He was a med student, majoring in cardio surgery. And you were majoring in nursing

"...Blood vessels.. pulmonary atrium.." *He made some random scribbling noises with his pen, writing some notes down.

He had been studying for that one tiny test for hours.. And you were making dinner. Luckily, you didn't have any important classes tomorrow, unlike him, your roommate who had all his important classes in one day. Poor guy was already perfect, but he had that mindset.

The smell of tomato soup and garlic bread filled the dorm. But Jongho somehow resisted.

"...an incision in the left atrium.." *Knock knock, it was you calling him to dinner. "Five minutes!" The door creaked open. "I said five minutes!"

Description -

His birthday is on October 12, making him a Libra. He is currently 22 years old. His Myers-Briggs personality type is ISFP-T. He's a workaholic and studious, cooped up in his room. He's your roommate, but you might as well be living alone. He's really cute, though, and when he talks, he spews out sarcastic jokes and wittiness. His mother had passed away when he was a child due to a rare heart disease, giving him the drive to become a cardiac surgeon.

[323cutie]

OR bff yeosang who literally just goes along with whatever you say. you’re dragging him along with you to run errands and he’s just so happy to be there

buying two tickets to every concert u want to go to because u know yeo will always be your plus one. Finding new restaurants to go to and yeosang not even caring what kind of food it is, always going with (and always paying, which he teases u about but always insists on). Ur going to target? he's ur ride. Grocery shopping? he'll keep you company. literally does not matter he's never saying no to u.

[supahstahwarriah]

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[eightmakesonebraincell]

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the four seasons of us

“every season is one of becoming, but not always one of blooming. be gracious with your ever-evolving self.” — b. oakman

the essence of youth is summers with you

poly surfers!ateez x childhood best friend!reader (38.7k)

when you move away from your hometown at the age of six, you discover that summer in namhae takes the form of a skinny, dimpled boy who loves the sea and holding hands–choi san. but as the summers go past and he goes to seoul for college, bringing back new friends each year, you start to develop feelings that run deeper than just friendship. will your summers of youth become ones of love and dreams, or will they end in pain and heartbreak?

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom

poly hockey team!ateez x coach!reader (37.6k)

you become the new coach of the elite men's ice hockey team, the red devils. but with both yourself and the team carrying burdens of the past, you all find it difficult to see eye to eye. as you lead them to the championships in the korean ice hockey league, you discover that teamwork and trust is not as straightforward as it seems.

and if it stops snowing? then count the stars in the sky

poly doctors!ateez x doctor!reader (approx. 37k)

synopsis to be revealed soon with teaser

spring tba...

[joongsmassiveship]

I. Am so fucking MAD right now (not really). I had such a dirty dream about San.

He was a doctor. Well. Sort of. He was like a doctor in training but he was at a point where he was allowed to see patients alone as long as their visit was simple. Mine was. I needed a new prescription for some meds I was already taking. And apparently we already knew each other too?

So we talk about what I was taking the meds for and then have some casual discussion because I didn't want to go back to work and this appt got me out for a bit and he didn't want to go back to work either really. Somehow the simple small talk turned into talking about our sex lives. Which somehow turned in to him slowly, lovingly fucking me on the fucking bed thing.

I have NEVER had a doctor kink. And San is my worst bias wrecker in HISTORY. I haven't even had a dirty dream about Hongjoong yet and here my subconscious is with SAN FUCKING ME IN THE DOCTORS OFFICE? Fucking hell.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Okay but Doctor Yunho is so hot if you think about it. I'll let him steal my organs. I'll literally pluck out a kidney and hand it to him myself if he asks. Like man... he got the face that will make you trust him even if he's selling you flat earther books. Like yes, the earth indeed if flat, kangaroos are actually the devil's messengers, and Dolphins are birds.

He looks like he'll be a dentist tho. Hwa is a pediatrician. Joong gives orthopedic vibes. Yeosang is an ophthalmologist. San is Physical Therapist. Wooyoung is Gastroenterologist. Minki is an ENT specialist. And Jongho is a cardiologist.

i'll send guerrilla yunho after you he can experiment a new method on you-

BUT YOU'RE RIGHT he can do all of that and more. he could ask me to go jump off a cliff and explain why it's healthy and i wouldn't even wait to hear all of it i would simply make a run.

i love how we've all agreed that hwa = paeds bc man is made for that field i swear. and omgg minki as an ent makes me laugh bc i can just imagine him rolling his eyes so hard when some rich petty person who sneezed like two times comes running to get checked BUT he will stay professional bc these rich petty peeps bring in the cash 🤑🤑🤑

[altjellyfish]

a firm believer in maximalism 🗣️

[sylvasa]

Tag game

Tagged by @dangerliesbeforeyou to list five things I can talk about for an hour without preparing. Thank you for the tag!

1. Ateez.

I only discovered them last year, when Bouncy came out (June 16th, a day after Yeosang's birthday). I was still in the middle of recovery, and wasn't able to game much yet. So I was lying in bed or on the couch all day, scrolling through various social media apps, amongst which tiktok. And when I did find them, I fell hard. I watched any content I could find on them for the past 5 years, bought so much merchandise, made my husband like them too.. up to the point where we got up early last Saturday to watch their coachella performance live through YouTube. My husband was even unable to sleep, scared I wouldn't wake up form the alarm and miss it. What a saint.

2. Doctor Who

I've only ever really seen new who. My all time favourite doctor is 10, but I really love all of them. I even have a huge airbrushed artwork done of the 50th anniversary episode, my favourite episode ever. Also arranged by my husband as a gift, commissioned from his friend and their airbrush teacher helped too! Okay my husband is great at supporting my obsessions. Did I tell you that I'm meeting David Tennant this summer!? We got tickets to comic con, including meeting and getting pictures with him! Just two more months to go!

3. Stormlight Archive

I've read this several times. First I read it by myself, then I read them out loud to my husband who is really into the series as well. Then, while I was recovering and couldn't properly use my eyes so I couldn't read, we listened to them on audiobook. I love everything about the world. I can probably rant for over an hour about my favourite character alone, honestly. If you like reading, read the stormlight archive series!

4. Elden Ring

This was the first souls game I ever played. My husband loves the dark souls series and I watched him play it a lot, but I never though I'd be able to because I can have a bit of a temper when things don't go my way while gaming. So he'd gotten the game for himself and when I watched him play, I was really amazed by everything about it. So before he finished (he doesn't game nearly as often as I do), I started the game instead. Then I cleared it before he did, and 4 more times after that, before helping him clear his run. After that I started to really like souls games, and I'm actually pretty good too!

5. World of Warcraft

I started playing WoW since 3 days after its European release on February 11th 2005. I have had periods where I didn't play much, but since a few years I'm back to raiding with some friends and I love it! I also push mythic keys, and of course have AotC every patch since then. New patch coming next week!

There are probably more, but these are my biggest obsessions, especially Ateez currently.

I am really bad at tagging so if you see this and want to do it, please do!