𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 ᵇᵗˢ

10 | Forever Right?

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Chapter 10 - Slight AU/One-shot | Seokjin
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"𝐀𝐇 shit...did you order some more anesthetic and needles?" Your body tense with the thought of having to do another hour of work when all you want to do is sleep.

"Yes, I did it during my lunch-break earlier. The shipment should arrive in two days' time."

You release a breath of relief at the younger male's words. "You're a lifesaver, thank you so much! Remind me to bring you an extra donut when I get some on Monday."

He chuckles at your words. "Will do, see you on Monday Dr. [Last Name]."

Keys jingling, you freeze, halfway pulling them out your coat pocket. "Namjoon, how many times have I told you? After hours, it's just ____. No need for formalities."

"B-but that's not—"

Your eyes roll so far back you're worried they'll get stuck. "Yeah? And why's that, Mr. Professionalism?"

"To start off, I am merely a student fresh out of college while you have been in the veterinarian field far longer than I with more experience. It would be unprofessional for an apprentice such as myself to-"

"You know what? Just do whatever you want kid." You quickly cut him off before he could delve in any deeper into his The importance of professionalism during and after work speech.

An audible sound of relief is heard on the other line. "Thanks Dr. [Last Name], see ya on Monday!"

"Sure, sure," you mutter, "see you Monday." Ending the call, you toss the phone into your purse and unlock the front door.

You're met with nothing but silence as you step into the dark two-bedroom apartment.

Shutting the door behind you, you quickly slip off your shoes and coat as you make your way towards the back.

A trail of discarded clothes follows you all the way to your room. 'I'll pick them up later.'

With a body-towel and bottle of  lavender scented soap in hand, you step into the bathroom.

The shower roars to life, hot water pelting your skin the moment you step in. A sigh of sheer joy escapes your lips as the day's stress from work fades with every scrub you do to your body.

As the last remains of the soap fall down the drain, you break away from your cocoon of solitude with a flinch—the shrill ring of the home phone piercing throughout the apartment.

'What the hell...that old ass thing still works?'

Huffing out in anger, you quickly turn off the shower and grab a towel on your way out of the tub.

Wrapped tight in the towel, you yank the bathroom door open and stomp into the kitchen where the phone is located.

Annoyance paints your face as the high-pitched noise keeps filling the air.