“The patient in room 204 needs a consult,” you told the front desk assistant. It’s been a straight 12-hour shift at the hospital and at this point, you didn’t even bother to look up from your chart to greet her nicely, you were just too tired.

“Wow. Someone needs a coffee refill,” your perky redheaded best friend comes bouncing up to you a little too happily.

“Oh God, yes please,” you couldn’t help but blow at your bangs in frustration, “Only 2 more hours and I can finally sleep without those devils barking at me to do their work for them.”

You’re finally working at the hospital of your dreams. After 6 years of heavy duty studying and ignoring everyone you know to get to this point, everything is going just as you had planned. You’re getting the hours you wanted with the right hospital to get you far and to be honest, you were one of the more promising interns.

Everything was going so smoothly until that one unlucky lunch break you had a month ago. Rushing to get to the last empty table in the cafeteria, you did the predictable; you trip and all your food goes flying all around you and of course you have the honor of meeting your new surgical supervisor at that very moment.

And he wasn’t very happy or inviting looking to begin with but his glare was even worse with the noodles that flown from your plate to the top of his head.

That’s when you learned what hell really was.

Jeon Jungkook was his name. But you didn’t hear it from his mouth; you heard it floating around the hospital as gossip. Apparently, Dr. Jeon is one of the most highly praised hear surgeons in your country. Apparently, he graduated with perfect scores 3 years ahead of himself. Apparently, he had even come from a poor family. Apparently, he doesn’t know much about socializing. Apparently, he also had a family already and apparently, he was also a drug dealer on the side. The things that were floating around about this man was close to insane, you didn’t even know what to believe.

But you knew for a fact that he was an .

“Finish my charting for all of today,” of freaking course he shows up when you’re talking about him. Of course he shows up whenever you have a chance to catch your breath.

“Guess you’re not leaving anytime soon then,” another intern friend poked his head into the conversation to tease you.

“Gotcha,” you mutter at the horrid docto, ignoring your friend, before grabbing his huge pile of charts from the counter and walking off to the intern offices.

Nearly 3, maybe even 4, hours later and you’re finally done. It’s now way into the night and every muscle in your body was screaming for a nice bath and a good nights rest.

“Hey.”

Your jaw automatically clenches, already knowing who was standing behind you. His deep voice resonated through the empty office and it brought chills down your spine.

Turning around as slowly as possible, as if maybe if you responded slow he’d leave, you’re only disappointed and you’re forced to answer, “Yes, Dr. Jeon?”

His eyes are cold and his jaw was clenched harder than yours was. His cold eyes were adorned with dark eye bags and his skin was more pale than usual. How could this man look so incredible even though he looked so exhausted at the same time? How could this man even be tired when you were obviously doing all his work for him?

“I have a few more,” he relentlessly threw more folders at you.

Without waiting for a reply, he left the office and there you were, another hour away from your much-needed bubble bath.

Few tears shed later and you’ve finally been given the O.K to clock out and head home.

But of course, as if he knew you were planning a relaxing night alone, Dr. Jeon sends a mass text out to your department and you find yourself with a huge group of friend heading to dinner across the street from the hospital.

Your dumb friend had his arm draped over your shoulder, his face grinning down to you; “He has it out for you.” he says this referring the Dr. Jeon.

“I think so, Namjoon,” you let out a long sigh, “I didn’t mean to fall though! Seriously, I just wanted to get the last seat. I even did his dry-cleaning. I paid for a salon to clean up his hair and I apologized profusely. That man is just evil.”

“Well he has to be if he’s still mad about it. I mean,” Namjoon opened the door to the restaurant for you, “he has been up your for as long as he has been here. I seriously don’t think anyone has worked as long as you.”

“And it shows too right?” You got really close to his face and pointed your index fingers to your dark circles, “Look at these! Even studying to get here wasn’t this bad.”

“Maybe he isn’t mad,” Namjoon and you spot other interns waving at you and you head their way, the crazy bastard was already seated in the middle of everyone.

“Then what is he?” You couldn’t help but glare at him while making your way over. His eyes were pinned to you and you were so tired you didn’t even care if he knew you were glaring at him.

Right before sitting down at the table Namjoon whispers to you, “Maybe he just likes you.”

A burger and a couple beers in you and you’re already getting loud from the alcohol.

“What gives him the right!?” Namjoon and a few others looked around nervously hoping the big boss wouldn’t hear you bad mouthing him.

A couple more beers and you’ve gotten the attention of everyone.

“I seriously hate him! It was an accident. A ing accident. Get the over it.” But even with his knowing that he was the one you were talking about, his facial expression didn’t change at all. He just stared at you.

“Alright,” Namjoon grabs your bag and coat from your chair and tries to ease you up, “I think you need to go home now. Let’s go.”

“I was supposed to be home HOURS ago. I’m so damn tired,” all consciousness as left you at this point and you were just a wreck. Not wanting to feel those aches in your muscles anymore you drank the night away since you had to be there anyways.

“Namjoon,” that voice rang up again, “I’ll get her home.”

Everyone was shocked at the cold doctor’s gracious actions.

But Namjoon didn’t think you’d be okay with your nemesis going to your place, “It’s fine. I can handle her.”

“Namjoon,” his voice was harder this time, “I’ll take her home.”

His face so serious, Namjoon couldn’t even say anything after the stern gaze from the man. He gave Jungkook your address and information and handed over your half limp body.

You were gone at this point. You didn’t even realize Jungkook piggybacking you to his car and you sure didn’t feel him strapping on the seatbelt for you or even him pulling you back into his arms to get you up into your apartment. Your tolerance for alcohol was low and you had surely overtaken your limit.

“Hey!” You shouted into the night while Jungkook was busy trying to untie your sneakers in the dark room of your place.

“Yeah?”

“I want to sleep.” Eye closed and mouth wide open, you snuggled into your blankets and finally got the sleep you were praying for all day.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at how you were muttering bad things about him under your breath as you were sleeping.

His fingers grazed your cheek before he slipped out and drove home.