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[hayjeon]

Sutures and Stitches [m] (ft. Jeongguk) Part 1

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jungkook/Reader

→ 1.7k words

→ Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

It was your secret that your best friend was a hitman, and his secret that his best friend was a medical resident currently $200k in debt and working 80 hours a week saving people. But it worked out somehow. He kept you safe by walking you home to your dingy and dangerous apartment every night after your rounds ended in the dark hours of the night, and you helped him patch up any wounds and kept it secret from his friends and yours. It was a symbiotic relationship, dangerous anyhow, but it worked.

“Y/N? Your friend Jeon Jungkook just came up to the desk again and asked for you, do you have time between your appointments to see him now?”

The pager next to your bunk bed crackled to life and you groaned and lifted your head up from your nap on the desk littered with textbooks and coffee rings.

“I’ll be right down.”

You stretched your stiff limbs and your sore neck, aching from the hours of rounds in the hospital you were serving your residency at. After picking the wrong slip of paper out of the bowl, you had been sentenced to a week of rounds in the emergency room along with a few other residents who were no more happier than you to have to endure the endless hours of horrible and demanding patients and unexpected medical cases.

You had finally gotten about 45 minutes of a lunch break and decided to take a nap instead of stuffing your face with whatever junk food you would’ve gotten your hands on. But duty called, and this time, it was a muscly idiot who always came to your hospital to get his idiotic wounds patched up by yours truly.

You gathered your stethoscope and your pager into the pockets of the white gown and slowly rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Chugging a gulp of coffee from a cup that you had no idea who it belonged to, you winced at the bitter cold liquid before shuffling your way to your office.

“Could you send him up to the residency office in the emergency room please, Nurse Oh? I’ll be there in 3 minutes.”

“Sure! He’s on his way up right now.”

Thanking her, you exited the dorm room area and quickly made your way into your office. Thankfully, the other residents had been taking their rounds so that each of your lunch breaks were staggered. Since it was your turn for the break, no one would end up running into you and Jungkook for another 20 minutes, which you deemed, enough time to patch up whatever trouble he’d gotten into this time.

When you got there, somehow, the idiot had already settled himself onto your desk, sitting atop hours of papers and readings, and had already taken off his shirt so that you could take a better look at his wound. He was inspecting a bloody wound on his forearm and lowly cursing whilst poking and prodding at the skin.

“Those curse words are exactly what go through my mind every time I get a call about you coming again.” You sneer as you make your way around the desks and up to him.

Grinning, he winks and shoves his arm in your face, “What are best friends for? If I go to any other hospital they’re gonna charge me so much money and question me and fuck, it’ll be so annoying. I’d rather come here to my awesome, smart friend and get patched up like new free of charge.”

You pinched him, right underneath the wound, close enough to the gaping cut to hurt him but far enough as to avoid contaminating the cut or tearing it further. He yelped and gave you a sheepish smile as you put on your rubber gloves and rolled the cart of emergency supplies next to him. Even when he was sitting on your desk, he was a little taller than your standing figure, and it gave you the perfect position to tend to his wound.

It was an open cut, about three inches long and laterally spanning across his forearm. It seemed to be pretty deep, but his muscles had kept the wound from hitting important arteries and nerves. It would take a few weeks or so to heal completely, but would definitely scar, adding to the collection of other wounds littering his body.

Without having to ask, he began listing off the details. “It was a gambling mogul and I was hired to take him out today but I accidentally got tangled up with a few henchmen and one of them had a knife. I think it was a swiss knife but I dodged it pretty well and didn’t notice the cut until after. But damn! Y/N! You should’ve seen how I dodged it and smashed that motherfucker’s face in, it was fucking awesome!”

You rolled your eyes and made a quick motion to punch him, making him flinch and laugh in the process. “You’re such an asswipe, why would you run into them? I told you to start being careful! This is gonna hurt.” After disinfecting the wound, you filled a syringe with anesthetic and flicked the barrel to make sure there were no air bubbles. Jungkook winced and turned his face away as you slowly began to inject the liquid around his wound.

“It wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t hear Yoongi tell me that they were there. He was watching all the cameras but then the connection got cut off since these motherfuckers always work in deserted areas- ow! Y/N! Fuck that hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt you dickwad.” You were sewing up the wound now, slowly working the tiny hook needle through the skin and carefully making snips after each suture. You prided yourself on having one of the best suture techniques out of all the residents, a skill that gave you a little advantage to the other residents. Little did you know though, that this skill would be wasted on your douchebag of a best friend. Years of growing up with him did nothing to change the kid-mentality of the grown man who was pouting at the sight of a needle, and neither did it help that he constantly got himself involved with a job that required physical and mental dedication and risk.

“Your wound isn’t deep enough to hit any important arteries or nerves. But it’s gonna take a bit to heal and is definitely gonna scar. You need to disinfect it a lot too, but I’m guessing you’re just gonna whine about it and force me to do it anyway. It’s a good thing the knife didn’t go too much past your muscle cause they might’ve hit the tendon.”

He ignored everything else you said and focused on what you expected his idiot mind to focus on. “Are you saying my arms are muscular enough to deflect a knife? Fuck yeah, I knew I was getting bigger. The training I’ve been getting from Hoseok is definitely working.”

You never really tried to pry into the details of his work. You just understood that he did something along the lines of “saving innocent people from fuckers who take advantage of the weak” in the way he explained it to you one night years ago. He was hired to kill and spotlessly take out dangerous men in the industry, while you were hired to save humans from any incident, no matter who they were or what they did. And that included your duty and loyalty to your best friend Jeon Jungkook.

It was your secret that your best friend was a hitman, and his secret that his best friend was a med resident currently $200k in debt and working 80 hours a week saving people. But it worked out somehow. He kept you safe by walking you home to your dingy and dangerous apartment every night after your rounds ended in the dark hours of the night, and you helped him patch up any wounds and kept it secret from his friends and yours. It was a symbiotic relationship, dangerous anyhow, but it worked.

Oh and it didn’t help that you began feeling things for your best friend, feelings of responsibility and missing him whenever he disappeared on his “missions” for weeks at a time. Your heart always skipped a beat whenever he showed up silently to your apartment or hospital, and your cheeks always threatened to give you away whenever he flirted.

As you quietly worked on the remaining sutures, Jungkook got distracted and bored again, and began flexing his other arm. “Look Y/N, look, its so big now. Damn.” You glared up at him to catch him flexing his arm and throwing the cockiest look at you. Holding the pair of sharp scissors up to his line of sight, you growled, “Don’t fucking test me Jeon Jungkook, i’m holding one of the sharpest tools in the tray right now.”

He laughed it off and straightened up. “You’re just jealous of my abs. But you look kind of hot in your black scrubs and those scissors. You should wear those more often.”

And there it was: the incessant flirting. But it had become such a norm in the friendship that it didn’t bother you besides the flush that would creep up your face every time he threw those offhanded comments at you. You knew he had to be joking; you were on your 14th hour at the hospital, with day-old hair, no-makeup, dark-circles down to your chin, and those damn crocs the senior residents insisted on you wearing. But you kept your face down, and your hot cheeks hidden behind the protective mask around your face.

You finished the last suture and snipped off the thread, and began dressing the wound. “You need to re-dress this everyday and make sure to disinfect it three times a day. Make sure to drop by in a few days so I can check that its not getting infected.”

He smiled and put his t shirt and jacket on. “I’m just gonna sleepover your house every day until it’s all better! I’m done with the missions for a few weeks, Namjoon told me to take a break.”

He hopped off the table and threw his arm around your neck, “And we’ll have so much time to catch up and play!” He leaned in and smack on the top of your head and made his way out the door as you began to clean up the tools you used. As you watched him leave the room with a flirty wink and a cocky smirk, you sighed and shoved your hands into your white gown.

It was gonna be an interesting couple of weeks.

part 2 part 3

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