[10:24 am]

#8 hospital au + #63 everybody knows/mistaken couple + Pediatrician!Johnny

warnings: implied chronic illness, language

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As the words fell resonated around the room, you watched the woman in front of you. The sob that came from her was like a knife to the chest. Her husband wrapped his arms around her, trying to give her comfort while his own heart was breaking. They were lucky to have each other to lean on.

It never got easier to share the news with families. With only a few words from you, their entire world changed, shifted in ways that you couldn’t understand.

You clasped your hands together, trying to hide the tremor that was working its way to the surface, “I’ll let you guys have some time. The nurse will follow up with you in a few minutes, please let him know if you need anything from me.” Turning from the couple, you bit your lip to keep the tears that were brimming in your eyes. “Hey, Mark,” you greeted the young nurse who had been hired just a few months prior. “Give the couple in there 10.”

Mark knew more than anyone that diagnosis like those were hard on families. They hoped for the best but lived with the reality of the worst.

“Is it?”

You shook your head. The rates were unspeakable. To say those little words again would have you sitting over a bathroom toilet your entire lunch break. 

“Just make sure that they have all of the information they need. If you need anything from me, let me know.”

His eyebrows pinched together slightly as he nodded, “Sure, but- um-” you watched as he shifted nervously on his feet, “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you tried a smile. “Just a headache. Nothing some Tylenol”-and a long nap- “won’t fix.” Departing with a pat on the shoulder and a tight grimace, you made your way to your office. If you got there and locked the door before anyone saw you then you could have your cry. 

The door of your office didn’t budge as you jiggled the handle. “Please,” you attempted to open it again. “I just need you to work with me.” Locked. “Stupid piece of shit,” you gave the door a hard kick. 

“Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but maybe don’t take it out on yourself,” Johnny Suh leaned against the wall next to you. “I mean. I don’t think you would like me to have to take a look at you, would you, Doctor L/n? I, of course, have no qualms.”

“Leave me alone, Doctor Suh,” your turned your face away. He couldn’t see you cry. If he saw just how vulnerable this part of your job made you, he would just use it against you.

His heat and warm scent enveloped you as he moved in closer, “Come now, Doctor. There’s nothing wrong with admitting that maybe your first judgment of me was wrong.”

You shook your head refusing to answer him. Just opening your mouth you knew that the frustration and anguish you were feeling would come pouring out. The door knob jerked again and you slammed a palm against the door.

“Y/n,” oh no, he was using your first name. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” you sniff. “This stupid door locked me out of my office again.” A tear fell down your cheek and you tried to wipe it away before he saw. 

Johnny’s hand came up to rest on your arm, “Come on,” the light pressure of his hand guided you away from you door, “Don’t cry.”

Just like a man to not want you to show any emotion because it made him uncomfortable. Johnny is a doctor; he should be able to handle an array of strong emotions. So should you. You shouldn’t feel that much pain anymore. You should be able to disconnect from those emotions while you are at work.

“I don’t know what’s running through that beautiful head of you, but whatever it is, you’re wrong,” the door to a separate office swung open and Johnny quickly led you inside. “Here you go, sit.” His hands slid down your arms, guiding you to a plush couch. “Now you want to tell me what’s actually going on?”

You lip quivered as you tried to suppress a sob. Dark eyes caught yours as Johnny’s finger caught your chin, tipping it up so he could take in your face. A deep furrow pressed in between his eyebrows. His concern finally broke through your barrier. It didn’t matter that he may use it against you, you had to get it off your chest, “He’s one Johnny.” You raised a hand to cover your gasping breaths. “One. And I had to tell his parents that.”

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” his arms reached for you and pulled you into his chest. “I understand.”

He would, wouldn’t he.

“I know that it hurts to give them that news.”

You shook your head, “I shouldn’t still be feeling this way. I have done this long enough that there should be a disconnect.” His shirt crinkled under the grip of your hands on his back. How was it that the one guy you were always trying to avoid was the one to comfort you then?

“I disagree,” his breath covered the top of your head. “Being able to empathize and sympathize with our patients makes us more humane. It makes the hard time seem less daunting and the good times even better. If we disconnect our patients don’t feel like they are being taken care of or like we just look at them like another lab experiment.” You sank further into him as he rubbed a hand up and down your back. His fingers made small circles across your spine every time your breath hitched and you had to wonder why he did that. “Every single one of your patients love you because you connect with them beyond just a diagnosis. You work yourself to the bone and then you put in more work to check up on families and kids that came in here months ago. Parents appreciate that and kids know that you are one of the safe adults. In this field there is nothing more important.”

“Thank you,” it was a soft whisper into the crook of his neck, but you knew he heard.

He hummed lightly, “They don’t understand how much it takes out of you. But I do. So today, I am your doctor.” Pulling away from you he brushed away the hair and tears that stuck to your cheeks. “As your doctor, I am prescribing you one nap and two Tylenol.”

“How much medical school did it take you to figure out how to make that diagnosis?” you blinked up at him as he pushed you to lay down on the couch.

Grabbing a small pill bottle from his counter he shook it lightly and grabbed a bottle of water, “I think it was my third year.” He smiled down at you, and though you would never admit it out loud, it was kind of nice. Johnny was a nice person to have as a friend.

“Really,” you tucked your hands under your head. “I think it was my second year.”

“I knew you were the smarter one,” he set down the bottles and stepped toward the door, “Though I think that was always obvious. I mean I can’t be the pretty and smart one, can I?” You laughed a long with him. Even through the ache in your head, it did make you feel better. Johnny really was a miracle doctor. “Get some rest, find me later.”

“Thanks, Johnny.”

“Anytime.” The door clicked shut behind him and with a smile on your face you drifted to sleep.

The sly smirk Mark gave you when you wander back to the nurses station an hour later dropped when Johnny wandered up and squeezed you shoulder, “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks,” it wasn’t hard to give him a smile then. "I may have to invade your office more often.“

He shrugged, “Feel free to use my couch anytime.” And he walked away from you. No, you didn’t look at his butt, you were looking at the piece of paper he had tucked into his back pocket.

Mark screeched in your ear and you turned to find him quickly typing in his phone, “What are you doing?”

He hid his phone behind his back, “Nothing.” Red colored his cheeks as you continued to stare at him. “Glad you’re feeling better.”

He may have avoided your scrutiny then, but if the looks that nurses started throwing your way meant anything, he would be hearing from you again later.

hi my lovely beans! since it’s love month i decided to do some short prompts/ drabbles about johnny x reader to celebrate

to place an order: send in “johnny + genre + (topic of your liking)” e.g “johnny + fluff + flowers”

please check my guidelines on the coffee menu to see the requirements before sending anything in!

i’m doing this until the end of feb! so orders are limited ☕️ also please do check if some topics are taken!

happy love month nctzens

[11:50] within the minutes, the tension between you, johnny, and your friends rose little by little. that question you asked caught johnny off guard. he didn’t know why but he felt disappointed and it was irritatingly inexplainable on his part.

it made him grit his teeth, as if he wanted to say something but no words seemed to come out of his mouth. his eyebrows met in frustration just thinking about it. you looked so familiar yet you were so distant. his eyes drifted from your face to your hand. the clenching of your hand on your chest gave it away that you were uncomfortable.

all the reason for him to pick up the hint that he needed to leave right now and not make you weirded out because of his mere presence.

“s-sorry.” he stuttered, “i-i think should leave.”

johnny exited the little circle your friends shortly gathered in, his group looking at you intensely and with pity. your eyes welled and you couldn’t say anything. as you excused yourself to the toilet, you told the girls not to follow you. you needed the time alone.

“it’s so hard to just watch them both suffer. we can’t even do anything.” mark groaned, mouth slightly quivering.

“if i were her, i could never handle the trauma and crap she went through.” kun sighed, combing his hair back before placing his hands on his hips.

yeri looked up with tears almost falling, “who could? she had to lie to the person she loved and owed her life to.”

jaehyun pressed his lips, “and she’s carrying the guilt she wasn’t even meant to carry in the first place.”

you stared at yourself through the mirror, you couldn’t even fathom anything. your head was all empty until johnny appeared in front of you after months.

ah crap.

the sight of the man you loved made your heart pierce wide open, it was stinging and painful that your breathing lost control. by the time you exited the toilet you were heaving, it was getting harder to breathe and you wanted to escape, bumping into several students along the way.

johnny..johnnysuh..

you haven’t said his name in a while and right now that was the only word you so wanted, craved for, desperate to see and be in his arms.

you could’ve been though, if it weren’t for the accident that almost costed your life yet put johnny’sin shambles and pieces, pieces that lasted years mostly had you in it but went away in split seconds.

seeing him right now would mean blaming yourself and that guilt would envelope you like a blanket. but damn those feelings hurt so much you wanted it to stop.

you wanted to see him, you wanted johnny.

“y/n?”

no way..he shouldn’t remember you, correct?

“it’s y/n, right?”

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a spark maybe | johnny | ch.27

a spark maybe: ch. 27

coffee line: after floods of photos sent to you after that new years eve party, your once quiet life is soon to have a kickstart with the famous jock johnny suh. will there be a spark in your love life?

a/n: john and y/n wat u both doin?

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heyyyyyy heh hello :3

how’s it going? I know i’ve been mia and kinda vanished and dropped by just to post a few timestamps here and there. i recently got a job and have been busy busy busy, but i’m okay!
i still write from time to time! i don’t have the time to write long fics but i write down stuff here and there and save them in my drafts to post later or develop more. just like the little nct johnny timestampi posted just now eheh, i hope you guys like it, please give it a read, it’s particularly short but i find it cute hehe

[20:44]

“hold on!”

johnny chuckled softly as he turned around to look back.

“c'mon slow ass!” he called after y/n. the girl’s breath was heavy and she was bent forward, hands on her knees as she took deep breaths. she threw him a murderous look.

“you’re one to talk, you have long legs!” she huffed as she took the last few straining steps and stood beside him. johnny laughed.

“alright, alright,” he extended his arm, hand open encouraging her to hold it. he shook it when she stubbornly stared at him, brows furrowed. she huffed and stomped up to him. a small chuckle left his lips as she took a hold of his fingers.

“stubborn,” he muttered as he flashed a dazzling smile her way, and y/n couldn’t help but smile back. her chest soared, filling up with adoration for the man that she loved.

he kept walking up the sloped road, turning back from time to time and y/n’s heart jumped in summersaults every time.

he looked absolutely stunning in his parted hair, one side tucked behind his ear, the other shading the side of his face. his neck bared by the new trim he had a few days prior. the black t-shirt and jeans giving him the casual, homey look she oh so adored. his beige denim jacket was draped over his arm as he swung her hand with the other.

and johnny just emanated such familiarity that she couldn’t ever stop smiling when he was around…apart from when he called her slow, he was a dick for boasting about his long legs.