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You are walking with your friend Sally to the car park when you hear the noise of the chopper overhead.
‘They’re landing. Must be a new trauma,’ Sally says. ‘Let’s go watch it land.’
You walk up to the roof of the car park overlooking the hospital helipad.
‘Have you been out in the G-unit yet?’ asks Sally, referring to the newest helicopter acquired by the paediatric ambulance service.
‘Not yet,’ you say, admiring the sleek lines of the bright yellow chopper as it hovers above the helipad before dropping down to land.
You watch as the two pilots come out and help to unload the patient trolley.
‘Hot,’ says Sally, murmuring her appreciation.
‘They’re fucking air ambulance pilots. They could be the most hideous people in the world and they’d still be hot,’ you scoff.
‘They’re not hideous though,’ Sally points out, and she is right.
One of them is tall, broad chested, and as he takes his helmet off he smiles at his partner, revealing deep dimples in each cheek. The other pilot is shorter, his build almost slight. He looks at you from across the helipad, and his intense stare almost makes you want to hide. He pauses, then turns back to his helicopter, silver earrings catching the light and glinting.
‘Fuuuck. What a hottie,’ Sally says, and she’s not wrong.
‘Come on. Stop perving over the hot pilots and let’s get dinner,’ you say, practically dragging her away to your car.
***
You slide your car into the nearest space and sprint across the car park. You are on a flight training day and are running so late it’s ridiculous. You get through the ID check point and run the rest of the way to the cabin where the training is held. The entire room looks at you as you hurriedly take a seat near the back.
‘Sorry,’ you say apologetically, looking to the front of the room.
The instructor looks at you, and you feel your stomach drop. Of course. Of course it would be the hot silver-earringed pilot from the other day. The name across his chest says Min Yoongi. He looks at you, and you are suddenly acutely aware of your sweaty face, your sloppy hoodie and your hair up in a messy bun.
‘Sorry,’ you say again, slumping in your seat.
You are taken through an hour of lectures before you break up to do some simulation training in the helicopters. Sally catches you in the coffee break.
‘He’s even hotter close up,’ is how she starts the conversation. ‘And don’t even get me started on his voice…..’
You don’t have to ask her who she is talking about.
‘You’re not subtle Sally,’ you say in response.
As if on cue, Min Yoongi says from behind you, ‘Ready to start?’
You startle at his sudden appearance, slopping warm coffee onto your hand. In an instant the coffee cup is taken from you and your hand is placed under the cold tap.
‘Sorry,’ he says apologetically.
‘Oh, it’s ok,’ you say breathlessly. ‘It wasn’t that hot.’
This close up, Yoongi looks practically flawless. His eyes are dark and intense, his hair falling across his forehead looks incredibly soft, and his full bottom lip looks like it’s begging to be kissed. He is also taller than you thought initially.
You realise you are just staring at him, and his hand is wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand under the cold tap. His voice sounds even deeper when he says, ‘just keep that under there for a couple minutes then come and join us in the hangar.’ He lets go of your wrist, and you stare at your reddened hand, willing your heart to stop pounding.
Yoongi gives you a half-smile of acknowledgement as you re-join the group. He demonstrates all the features in the cabin, focusing in on the oxygen supply, the defibrillator and showing you how to use the intercom. You practice getting the flight helmets on and strapping into your seats. Yoongi helps you strap the belt connectors across your torso, and you can’t help but hold your breath at his proximity.
He speaks then, and you sense the smile in his voice.
‘You can breathe,’ he says, and you laugh, feeling some of the tension dissipate.
‘I was planning on holding my breath throughout all the flights, actually,’ you reply.
Yoongi smiles at you. ‘You’re all set.’ He helps adjust your microphone, then slides the door shut.
You spend the rest of the afternoon running through drills. You are gathering our things with Sally when you hear footsteps behind you.
‘Hey. Do you want to grab a coffee sometime?’
You turn around, and Min Yoongi is standing there in his orange flight jumpsuit, smiling at you, hair pushed back off his face.
‘Fuck. Does anyone ever say no?’ breathes Sally.
Yoongi flushes at that. ‘I don’t usually ask the people I train out,’ he mutters, and you realise you haven’t replied.
You step forward and place your hand on his arm. ‘I’d love to,’ you reply, and you smile at each other.
You exchange numbers and as you turn back to zip your bag up you realise my cheeks are hurting from smiling like an idiot.
‘He’s so fucking hot. Please date him and ask him to introduce me to all his hot pilot friends,’ says Sally, looking back over her shoulder to watch him as he walks away.
You laugh. ‘It’s a deal,’ you say.
***
You step into the café and look around for Yoongi. He stands up when he sees you. You don’t know what you were expecting, as he's managed to take your breath away every time you've seen him thus far.
‘You look great, it’s nice to see you,’ you say to him as he walks up. You give him a hug, getting a whiff of his fresh scent as he wraps his arms around you. He is wearing a dark green tee with ripped jeans. He has silver hoops dangling from his earlobes, and his hair is styled back from his face. He looks gorgeous.
After you place your orders, you settle onto the sofas.
‘I’ve not been here before, it always looks intimidatingly hipster-y from the outside,’ you confess.
Yoongi grins at you. ‘My friend owns it, he’s round the back. I’ll introduce you when he comes out. Besides what are you talking about.’ He gestures to your trainers and blue and white flowery dress. ‘You could literally go anywhere in that outfit.’
You blush at the compliment and brush it off, taking a sip of your coffee.
You talk for a while, conversation flowing so easily you are surprised when you realise the sun is setting outside. Yoongi’s friend, Jin, turns out to be a lovely man with a penchant for making ‘dad’ jokes. He sends over a plate of cake slices, including his signature red velvet cake.
‘Guess it pays to know the owner,’ you say.
Yoongi just smiles. ‘It does. Save some room for dinner though, I know an Italian a couple of blocks away that does a great linguine, I’d love to take you there after this.’
‘Sounds great,’ you say easily.
The meal flies by, and it is easily the best date you have been on recently. Yoongi walks you home after.
‘I’ve had a great time. I’d love to see you again,’ he says.
‘I’d love to see you too,’ you reply. ‘Would you like to come up for a drink?’
Yoongi gives you a half-smile which you're starting to realise is an expression he often has. ‘I’d love to.’
Yoongi walks around your flat, looking at the pictures on the wall as you fix coffee. ‘Is this your family?’ he asks, nodding to a photo of your parents and siblings from your med school graduation. You nod, placing your mugs on the coffee table.
‘Have you got siblings?’ you ask, sitting down on the sofa.
‘I’ve got a younger brother – he’s training to be a doctor,’ Yoongi replies, sitting next to you, so close his jeans brush against your bare thigh.
‘Want to watch a film?’ you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote.
‘Sure,’ he says. He stretches out an arm on the back of the sofa, inviting you to sit under his arm.
You lift your face to his to ask what he would like to watch and realise your lips are very close together.
‘Yoongi?’ you ask. In response he tilts his head so your lips meet. He kisses you unhurriedly, like he has all the time in the world. Your lips part under his, and his tongue glides into your mouth in a gentle invasion that sends a gush of wetness between your legs.
‘Mmm,’ he hums, and you realise his hand is stroking your bare arm, giving you goosebumps.
‘You’re so warm,’ you murmur. He nibbles at your bottom lip, pulling you closer to his chest.
‘I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus on the film if we keep going,’ Yoongi says, somewhat regretfully.
‘Then let’s fuck instead,’ you reply.
For a split second he pauses, and you wonder if you have been too crude.
A decidedly wicked smile spreads across his gorgeous face. His deep voice sends a tingle through you when he says, ‘I’d love to.’
Yoongi kisses you again, and this time there is more urgency in the feel of his hands and lips on you. His hands go over your hips, pulling you into his lap. You spread my legs so that he can slot his hips between them. Yoongi groans, deep and low, kissing a path down your neck. He tugs at the low V of your strappy dress with his teeth, and when you slide the straps off your shoulders he buries his face in between your breasts.
Yoongi’s warm hands on your tits feel incredible, his long fingers cupping, squeezing. He leans down to blow on a nipple before laving it with his tongue until it stands at attention. He does the same with the other one before pulling back, satisfied.
Gently, he pushes you back on the sofa, pushing up your dress, tugging your ruined underwear down off your hips.
‘These legs,’ he groans. ‘I’ve been thinking about them wrapped around me all day.’ He litters your thighs with kisses, until you grab his hair.
‘Stop teasing me,’ you plead. He just smirks at you, burying his face between your thighs and taking a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of you.
Then his tongue and lips fasten on your cunt, and you nearly come off the sofa.
‘Yoongi,’ you cry breathlessly. He doesn’t respond, just licks slowly between your folds, lips plush against your clit.
‘Yoongi,’ you cry again, and again his only response is to suck at your clit. He slides a finger into you, and you are so wet it sounds obscene.
‘Yoongi, please please fuck me,’ you plead.
He reaches into his discarded jeans, pulling out a condom and unwrapping it over his gorgeous thick cock.
‘How do you want me?’ he asks, and he sounds almost normal, like he’s asking you for your coffee order. The only tell is the flex in his fingers gripping his cock, which is so hard it looks almost painful.
You turn over onto all fours.
‘This ok for you?’ you ask teasingly, looking back at him. You can see him swallow hard.
‘Fuck yes,’ he says. And then his palms are flat on your hips, bracing against you as he slips inside. You both moan when he slides all the way in. One of his hands reaches down to your clit, stroking and rubbing as he thrusts, long and slow. The pleasure is building at a maddening pace, you are desperate to cum.
‘Yoongi,’ you gasp out. ‘Harder.’
Yoongi’s response is a low chuckle as he circles his hips, snapping them against your ass. ‘You’re so impatient, baby,’ he says.
Yoongi doesn’t stop until you have cum twice, and he lets out a regretful sigh when you look up at him pleadingly.
‘Please cum,’ you say. ‘I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.’
You clench around him, wrapping your legs around his hips. You dig your fingers into his ass, whispering filth into his ear until he finally lets out a moan and collapses on top of you.
‘Fuck, you’re amazing,’ you say, pushing his sweaty hair back off his forehead. He rolls off you, extending his arm.
‘Come cuddle me,’ he says, voice hoarse and husky, and he doesn’t have to ask twice.
***
You are walking down to the pathology lab in the hospital when your phone rings. It is Sally.
‘Hey – I think Yoongi is in the ER,’ she says.
‘He doesn’t normally come all the way to the ER, they usually stay on the helipad to fly back to base,’ you reply, frowning. ‘Unless –’
‘He’s here as a patient,’ Sally says. ‘I think he's in minors.’
You fly down to minors and spot him sitting in one of the cubicles. ‘What happened?’ you ask, dashing up to him.
His hair is wet, and he is wearing a loose sweatshirt that clings to his back. ‘I was doing immersion drills. My hand got caught.’
He tries to lift his arm to show you but grimaces in pain. You gently roll back his sleeve to reveal his swollen wrist.
‘You need an X ray and some pain relief,’ you say. ‘Have you been seen?’
‘Not yet, I’ve been waiting a couple of hours.’
‘You look fucking sore,’ you say. You stop by the nursing station.
‘Can I get some analgesia for Min Yoongi in cubicle 3 please? He’s a pilot for the air ambulance and he’s managed to hurt himself doing immersion drills. He looks like he’s fractured his wrist. I’ll order an X-ray as well.’
The nurse is Marie, and she knows you well from the previous year when you worked in the ER. She is kind-hearted and efficient, and soon she has given Yoongi some analgesia and you are walking him round to the radiology department.
‘You stay here,’ you say, sitting him down on a row of chairs. ‘I’m going to find one of the minors docs to see you as soon as you get back.’
By the time Yoongi comes back from X-ray, Jim, one of your colleagues has already reviewed his films.
‘You’ve fractured both bones in your wrist. I’ll put you in a cast and you need to come back to fracture clinic in a week. The cast will be on for a minimum of 6 weeks. Y/N says you’re a pilot, I’ll sign you off work for as long as you need.’
You put in a call to Sally to cover you for a few hours.
‘I’m on call today so I have to come back to hospital, but Sally will cover me for long enough for me to drive you home,’ you tell Yoongi. You drive to Yoongi’s house, which turns out to be a mere 5-minute drive from your flat.
‘So I guess I’ll go. Do you need anything before I leave?’ you ask.
Yoongi shakes his head. ‘Thanks, Y/N,’ he says, strangely formally. ‘You’ve really taken care of me today.’
‘Well, you took care of me last night,’ you reply, and a startled laugh erupts from him.
‘Fuck, I thought this was a shitty day but actually you’ve managed to make it so much better,’ he says, rather sweetly.
You smile at each other. ‘I’m on call, but I’ll be done by 10. Want me to drop by with some dinner later?’ you ask.
‘I’d like you to drop by, if you’re not too tired. But don’t worry about dinner,’ Yoongi says, waving his left hand which has his phone in it. ‘I’ll order.’
‘Ok,’ you say. You kiss him on the cheek before you leave. ‘See you later, Yoongi.’
***
It’s the day of Yoongi’s fracture clinic appointment. You pop down to visit him and find out he is in the physiotherapy department. When you get down there Yoongi is standing, talking to one of the physiotherapists.
He almost looks startled to see you. ‘Hey, Y/N,’ he says. ‘This is Sera.’
The physiotherapist smiles and extends a hand, ‘Lovely to meet you! Yoongi says you’ve been helping him a lot.’
Something about the way she says his name gives you pause. ‘Do you guys know each other?’ you ask.
‘We dated for a while,’ says Yoongi, and it would almost sound casual if it weren’t for the way his eyes lock in on your expression.
‘Oh,’ you say.
‘Mr Hyde wants Yoongi to do regular physiotherapy – especially with his job. I’ve organised a slot for him to come in,’ says Sera.
‘Sounds great,’ you say warmly. You turn to Yoongi. ‘Well, I’m glad it’s going ok. I should get back to work.’
You half-expect him to call out after you, but when you reach the door of the department you realise he isn’t going to.
***
‘You need to stop moping around,’ says Sally firmly.
‘He hasn’t got in touch in the last week. Clearly he isn’t interested,’ you reply. ‘It’s fine. It was just an amazing date and the sex was fantastic and then I thought it was going well when I went to his place for dinner, and I stopped to see him after his fracture clinic appointment. I know he’s coming to the hospital regularly for physiotherapy, but he hasn’t so much as even texted me for a coffee.’
Sally sighs. ‘Why don’t you text him, if you know he’s coming to the hospital so often?’
‘Because! He’s having physiotherapy with one of his exes. She’s stunning. He knows my number.’
Sally rolls her eyes. ‘This is ridiculous. Just pop in and say hello. There’s a reason they’re exes.’
The next day, you visit the physiotherapy department. You scan around for Yoongi and realise he is sitting on one of the benches, and that Sera is sitting beside him. You almost turn around and walk out right then but tell yourself not to be ridiculous.
You walk over to them, trying to pull off a smile despite the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach.
‘Hey,’ you say. The atmosphere is strangely intimate, and you see Sera pull her hands away from Yoongi’s.
‘Want to grab a coffee later?’ you ask Yoongi. Yoongi looks up at you.
‘Sounds good,’ he says. ‘My session finishes at 11.’
Which is how you find yourself sitting across from Yoongi in the coffee shop across from the hospital.
‘Physio going well?’ you ask, lightly.
‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says. He leans forward.
He looks so serious you feel like you already know what he’s going to say before he says it.
‘You’re an amazing girl,’ he starts. ‘But I think we should stop seeing each other.’
Your whole face feels like it’s on fire. ‘Ok,’ you say. ‘It’s ok.’
He keeps talking then, something about Sera and how they have unfinished business and how it’s not you, but you can’t hear any of it. You get up so quickly you almost spill your coffee.
‘It’s all right, Yoongi,’ you say. You toss him a half-smile and leave.