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mudaxolotl · 3 years
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EXCUSE ME?
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jaeminlore · 7 years
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No Pain No Gain // Kim Myungjun
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the prompt: I was wondering if I could get a MJ college au where he has a crush on the school nurse so he ‘gets hurt’ a lot? Have a lovely day!!
words: 2177
category: fluff
author note: this was the cutest and I had a fun time writing it! Also, I made MJ pretty cheeky bc I feel like he would be like that irl.
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Sick kids could be very annoying. As an intern in nursing school, you were offered the opportunity to practice as a school nurse for your university.
The amount of college students who came in to your little office was ridiculous. You never had a slow day because of all the parties students were having. You were well-known for curing hangovers just as much as you were known for patching up a simple scratch.
You never really paid attention to the people who came in and out every day. Getting your job done well and completing enough hours for your credits was all that really mattered to you.
Although, there was one boy you couldn’t ignore. He came in at least twice a week with the strangest injuries imaginable. Just last week he came in claiming that his brow bone was sore.
You had no idea what that meant and if it was technically even an ailment, but you handed him an ice pack anyway.
Another time, he came in with a paper cut, which you promptly covered with a bandaid.
He was a music major named Myungjun, although everyone called him MJ. He was popular around campus for his high vocal range and equally well-known for being loud and funny.
You wondered why he got hurt so much, or why he came in for something as simple as a paper cut. Perhaps he had a low pain tolerance?
The office was empty at the moment, so you sat on the little bed and went through your phone to pass the time.
Someone knocked on your door, and you pocketed your phone respectfully. “Come in!”
There was no surprise who stood in your doorway. MJ limped into your office and hopped up on the bed.
“What happened this time?” You asked, rolling your eyes.
“I tripped and sprained my ankle,” MJ replied.
You pursed your lips. It was so hard to believe him sometimes. “Okay, take off your shoes.”
He obliged, smiling as he showed you his ankle. “Look, its swollen.”
You examined his ankle. It wasn’t discolored or anything. It wasn’t even swollen. “Are you sure you sprained this?”
“Positive,” MJ nodded.
You pressed your fingers into his ankle and he didn’t flinch. “I don’t think it’s sprained.”
“Oh, I must’ve been mistaken,” MJ said. He shrugged innocently.
You glared at him, but his cheerful eyes deterred you from being angry. “MJ, you can’t come in here when you aren’t hurt. You’re wasting my time.”
“I only come in when I’m really hurt.” MJ insisted. “I promise.”
You didn’t believe him, “Just try to lessen your visits.”
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He obviously didn’t listen to your advice, for he came in the next day, holding his ribs.
“My friend kicked me,” he huffed. “My ribs might actually be broken.”
You rolled your eyes. “MJ, one playful kick cannot brake your ribs.”
“Rocky takes Taekwondo,” MJ replied. “He can break my ribs for certain.”
“Fine. Sit down.”
MJ obliged and sat down carefully. He was sure to wince in the all the right places, enough to make you think he might not have been faking.
“Lift your shirt.” You told him.
He lifted it, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
Without thinking of his intentions to show you his clearly sculpted figure, you pushed against his ribs gently. “Does that hurt?”
“Yeah,” MJ answered. “Hey, Y/n?”
“Hmm?” You moved away and washed your hands.
“Can you tell I’ve been working out?”
You turned off the faucet and looked at MJ. Your gaze accidentally drifted to his dark and toned stomach. You cleared your throat and looked up at the ceiling. “Put your shirt down.” You told him.
MJ blinked innocently and tugged his shirt down. “Well, can you?”
Why was he even asking you a question like that? You were a nurse. You weren’t a physical trainer.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“That’s a yes,” MJ stood up.
“Be careful,” You said, reaching over to help him off of the bed. “Your ribs might still be sore.”
MJ grabbed your hands and squealed in a very unmanly way. “Do you care about me, Y/n?”
You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away, “I’m a nurse, you idiot.”
“I didn’t hear a no,” he sang.
Your eyes couldn’t roll further up your head if they tried. “Goodbye, MJ.”
“Goodbye, Y/n!”
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“I don’t care if your cat scratched you, MJ, that’s not my concern.”
MJ held out his arm, where a small puffed-up scratch decorated his wrist. “It’s infected, though.”
“So go home and put some ointment on it.” You told him.
Your mood wasn’t the best that day, which is why you were deflecting any effort MJ made to get a reaction out of you.
“Why can’t you give me ointment while I’m here?” MJ pressed.
“Because you’re not hurt!” You told him harshly. MJ’s eyes widened a bit at your raised voice.
“You’re wasting my time,” You continued. “So stop coming in here with stupid excuses! I don’t know what game you’re playing but it’s annoying and obnoxious so stop.”
MJ bowed his head shamefully and stood up.
Immediately, you felt bad for your harsh words. He wasn’t really obnoxious. In fact, his visits often amused you in a positive way. He just chose the wrong day to push you, and you lashed out on him.
All of the pressure of nursing school had been getting to you, and you kept it all bundled up until your frustration boiled over.
“MJ,” you started, reaching out for his retreating form.
“No, you’re right.” He whispered. You wished he would turn around and give you a reassuring smile. “I do come in here too much. I won’t anymore though, so don’t worry.”
He left, closing the door behind him.
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It had been a month. You felt pathetic. Every time someone would knock on your door, you would pray for it to be MJ, coming in with something stupid like a stubbed toe.
His company was enjoyable for you. It had never occurred to you how much you appreciated MJ’s constant visits until he stopped them.
When he finally did come in, it was in the arms of his closest friends.
One was a fellow nursing major, Eunwoo, and the other one, Jinwoo, was here on a baseball scholarship.
Between them was MJ, held up by his friends arms.
“What happened?” You asked frantically, gesturing for them to lay MJ on the bed.
“He passed out in chorus,” Eunwoo said. He pressed a hand against MJ’s forehead. “His fever is really high.”
“Why wouldn’t he come get some medicine?” Jinwoo asked.
You knew exactly why, and the reason broke your heart. Would MJ rather faint of a fever rather than break his promise and come back to your office?
“You guys can go,” you said as you grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. “I’ll take it from here.”
After they left, you wrapped the ice pack in a towel and brought it over to MJ. You brushed back his bangs, heavy with perspiration. His entire face glistened with sweat, and his lips trembled in a way that fever victim’s do.
You rested the ice pack on his forehead and moved around the office, grabbing supplies like ibuprofen and a thermometer.
After finding out that he was running an hundred and two degree fever, you lifted him into a sitting position.
He was somewhat awake, but he wouldn’t open his eyes or speak.
“MJ, you need to take this medicine. It’ll bring your fever down, okay?”
He sluggishly nodded, so you helped him swallow the pills.
After making him drink an entire bottle of water, you eased him back into a lying down position.
“Y/n?” MJ spoke, his voice quiet and raspy.
“I’m here,” you said, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be here.”
He obliged. You kept a hold on his hand as his breathing became slower and slower.
For the next three hours, you kept a watch on him as he slept. His temperature went down to ninety-nine degrees, which was a great improvement for him.
When he woke up, he was a tad disoriented. You came over to his side and checked his temperature again. He looked up at you, and asked, “Are you an angel?”
Only he still had the thermometer under his tongue, so it sounded like, “Aru a anthel?“
The gleam in his eyes was back, so you knew he was just teasing you again.
Your smile grew, until you were reminded of why he came in here so late anyway. “Never scare me like that again,” you said sternly. “Why would you not come here with a fever? The one legitimate illness you have and you don’t come. What is that all about?”
MJ sat up and looked at you guiltily. “You told me not to come back. I was afraid that the fever wasn’t that serious and I would waste your time.”
“I’m sorry for lashing out at you.” You said. MJ watched as you wring you hands together nervously and continued, “I had a bad day and I took it out on you. The truth is, I really enjoy your company. Without you my job is really boring.”
“Really?” MJ’s voice lifted. His lips broke into a smile. “I knew the Myungjun charm would pull through.”
“That was definitely it,” you deadpanned. Then, resuming your nurse status, you handed MJ a bottle of medicine. “Take two of these pills once for the next two days, just to make sure the fever is completely gone.”
“Okay.” MJ accepted the bottle. “You always take good care of me, Y/n.”
You stopped in your tracks. “O-of course. I take good care of all my patients.”
MJ’s words had unwillingly made you blush. He was right, you always took good care of him because you had become quite fond of the troublemaker. Of course, you couldn’t let him think that.
“I’ll let you say whatever you want,” MJ teased, “but I know you took care of me the whole time I was out. That means you care.”
You rolled your eyes, “Just leave before I really get annoyed by you.”
MJ smiled and gave you a mock-salute. “Yes, ma'am.”
You shook your head at him fondly as he left the room.
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Just the next week, MJ was back to his old self. His fever was gone and his energy was back to its normal level.
This time, he slipped into your office holding out his thumb. “I pricked it on a thorn and now it’s bleeding.”
As you bandaged it, MJ peered down at you, “Aren’t you going to ask me how I pricked it.”
You sighed, “How did you prick it, MJ? I’m dying to know.”
MJ ignored your sarcasm and smiled proudly. “I was picking a rose to give to my girlfriend.”
Without warning, your heart dropped to your stomach. “You have a girlfriend?”
Why did you even care?
“Well, not yet.” MJ gave you a cheeky smile. “I’m going to confess to her with the rose. Then she’ll be my girlfriend.”
“Oh,” you finished wrapping his thumb with a bandaid. “Well, good luck.”
“Thanks!” MJ chuckled softly. “She doesn’t like me much so I wonder what she’ll say.”
You swallowed your pride. “I’m sure she’ll say yes.”
You looked up to see MJ already looking at you. His eyes fell to your lips before he licked his own and turned away. “Would you?”
“Would I what?”
He looked at you again, his eyes holding your gaze. “Would you say yes, if it was you.”
You could feel his breathing across you face, and it only made you lean closer to him subconsciously.
His lips were inches from yours. He waited for your answer. “Would you, Y/n?”
You slowly nodded. That was all the confirmation he needed to close the gap and give you a soft kiss.
His lips molded into yours and you felt his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You kissed him back, accepting your own feelings towards the eccentric boy.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time,” MJ mumbled when the two of you parted. His eyes were still closed as he leaned his forehead against yours. “It’s really a shame I forgot to bring the rose.”
You laughed and slapped his arm. “You scared me. I thought you liked someone else.”
MJ rolled his eyes, “Why would I come into your office three times a week if I weren’t interested in you?”
“I don’t know. Your excuses sucked by the way.”
“Hey, the kick in the ribs wasn’t an excuse. I actually asked Rocky to kick me in the ribs.”
“Really?” You looked up at him in disbelief.
MJ reached down and kissed your nose, “No pain, no gain is what I always say.”
“Your ridiculous.”
“And I’m all yours,” He shot you a smirk.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
~the end~
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