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Seungmin thinks he’s suffering from major sleep deprivation, but then again, staying awake for 34 hours straight isn’t the longest time he’s stayed awake in the ER. Those residency days were hell, but he survived without sleep longer.
So, right now, what he’s seeing in front of him is probably real. He’s certain he isn’t hallucinating yet— just to be sure, he slaps his cheeks twice.
“Ouch.” instant regret.
He gripped the plastic bag containing ramyeon, his supposed dinner before he can pass out in the warmth of his apartment, but it seems like he’s not passing out soon because… because there’s a fucking passed out vigilante in front of him.
Vigilantes are normal occurrences in Seoul– the whole world even, and Seungmin has no hard feelings against them. But to actually find one passed out in front of you is just… Unbelievable. He’s visited this convenience store more than he can count because it’s just about 50 meters away from his apartment. He doesn’t even live in the bad side of the town, so how the hell this this latex wearing dumbass is sprawled in his own pool of blood.
“Okay. Okay, calm down. It’s just another patient.” He whispers to himself. “In your time off— god damn.” Seungmin groaned.
The vigilante in question, the so-called Spiderman, is currently sprawled on a puddle of his own blood and Seungmin squares his shoulders, just another patient, he reminded himself. This person is still human– probably, Seungmin’s pretty srue Spiderman isn’t some kind of alien or so called god, so–
Getting into an hypovolemic shock because of some blood loss isn’t how Seungmin wants to handle alone. Quickly, he reached forward and crouched over the hero. He quickly triage the patient before approaching him.
“Hi, I’m Seungmin and I’m a doctor. I think you need medical attention.” He decides, neutrally.
“Fuuuuck.” Spiderman groans, sounding awfully young, shifting and trying to sit up but Seungmin quickly settles him back down with a gentle hand on Spiderman’s shoulder, “Oh shit, fuck, hey, i’m totally fine Doc, really, just peachy! Just taking– a, a nap, can you grab my blanket? it’s um…”
Right. The blood loss is definitely getting him.
“I’m calling an ambulance–”
“No! N-no ambulance! No hospitals… I’m.. i’m fine.” The vigilante slurred.
“You’re literally in a puddle of your own blood.” Seungmin points out, his eyes already assessing the damage. The suit was red, so it was harder to find the source of damage, and before Spiderman can say anything else, Seungmin quickly put his hand on Spiderman’s abdomen to look for the problem.
“Oh, oh wow, didn’t expect my night… to go like this… being groped by a… a cute doctor.”
A stab wound, on the back, merely inches below his kidney and Seungmin wishes for his equipment. Then he smells it, the awful stench of processed food, digested by enzyme and that’s how he knows the vigilante is in big trouble.
Spiderman shifted, lifting himself by the elbows to sit and Seungmin catches the vigilante by the elbows. “Well, nice knowing ya Doc.. gotta– gotta swing…”
“No.” Seungmin said with determination, “You need medical attention– or else, you might die.” He said plainly, ignoring all types of gentleness he usually reserved.
The vigilante paused, the white lenses blink at him before a nervous laughter bubbles up, “N–no, no hospitals, remember?”
Secret identities are shit, Seungmin thinks. Mark Tuan flies around telling people he’s Ironman and everyone knows who the avengers are. Spiderman’s a paranoid asshole who has a death wish, he decides.
“My house it is.” Seungmin said, “It’s close. Can you stand?”
Honestly, it’s probably the dumbest idea he has. There goes the limited time for him to make some instant ramen and pass out before a morning shift tomorrow because he has to cover for Doctor Son.
A smarter part of his brain whispered that Spiderman probably has someone who patches him up on a daily basis, but Seungmin’s stupid heart can’t let this dumbass of a vigilante die. Despite what the local authorities and the gossip channel says about vigilantes, Seungmin can see the good they do.
So yeah, if the probably suicidal vigilante doesn’t want to go to a hospital, then Seungmin’s bringing him home so he can fix him up.
The spiderman laughs awkwardly. “Okay Doc, I don’t appreciate being kidnapped–”
“Shut up. Get up.” He said curtly. “You’re already losing lots of blood.”
“I have super healing–”
“Yeah, not fast enough judging by how you’re still bleeding.” And judging by the stench of your gut, Seungmin silently thinks. If Seungmin doesn’t fix him right, who knows how Spiderman’s body might fix himself– it might not be done correctly.
The vigilante gingerly stood, and Seungmin pressed the wound with his hand, he notes smugly that spiderman is somewhat shorter than him, but disappointment came back full force when all he feels are muscles as he assisted Spiderman.
How the hell are all heroes and vigilantes built like models? Seungmin laments in his mind.
The sleep deprivation really threw his bedside manner and commong sense out of the window.
By some miracle he managed to drag Spiderman into his middle class apartment, and thankfully the security helped him push the passed out vigilante inside the elevator, sparing him a worried glance but otherwise the man just nodded silently.
Seungmin was somewhat scared that the security might think he’s a freak with a fetish for kidnapping vigilantes but hopefully not.
So, upon entering his apartment, he pushed the half passed out vigilante on his dining table, cringing at the thought of the mess he’s about to make, but then again, this city needs spiderman. He grabs his equipment, the emergency kit he has since he’s the trauma surgeon on call, proceeds to cleans his hand, and opens his coat, back in his scrubs.
“I’m going to open your suit— Is there any freaky mechanism I should know of?”
Spiderman was silent.
Seungmin sighed, he lifts the mask slowly, just antil above his nose, so the passed o it man can breathe better.
“Well, let’s hope not.”
Now, he gets to work.
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Jisung pressed the phantom wound on his back– just below his kidney. The pain was no longer there, but the skin was still tender.
His recovery was pretty awful because apparently, the knife scratched his gut and he risked intoxicating his whole other organ if the cute doctor hadn’t saved him back there.
Jisung sighed as he thought about the young doctor, glad that the other was stubborn enough to save his sorry ass. Grateful that the other was humble and kind enough to drag him up into his apartment, patch him up nicely, before passing out right beside Jisung, sitting on the chair with his head on his arm.
Cute Doctor has enough common sense and kindness to leave half of his mask on, lifting just a little bit to ease his breathing.
It was a nice sight waking up, but Jisung can’t overstay his welcome. So he tinkered around the apartment as quietly as possible, cleaning everything up, heating up the coffee machine and dumping a large blanket he found to cover the awfully tired Doctor that looked way too thin to be healthy.
Jisung wished he could thank the others verbally, preferably with a kiss, but.
But work calls. As in— his day job called.
He feels really bad for leaving the doctor alone and tired and without a goodby kiss— one that beeds consent, and god knows what time his shift is, but Jisung really, really needs to leave because he has a job and he needs to get his money.
Which is why he’s on a subway right now, yawning and blinking every now and then because his back hurt, his bones ache and Jisung wanted nothing more than to sleep for a fucking year.
He sat on the subway and leaned back, closing his eyes. It was a close call, he had to admit. Jisung doesn’t have as many safety nets as Chan does, because he’s pretty much all alone. Younghyun hyung doesn’t know what he does at night, only his fellow heroes slash vigilante whatever.
Jisung loves being Spiderman, he really does, even if he has to work in the news media that bashes and slander Spiderman at every chance, but the daily bugle pays him enough to keep his suit well working and his web-shooters functioning.
But sometimes he wishes he has an official team. Like, avengers official.
Or fantastic four officials.
He exits the subway and keeps his head down. Han Jisung is just a loser photographer who’s too smart for his own good, he’s not the witty, sarcastic, smart and resourceful spiderman.
He keeps his head down and his spidey senses tingle before a man accidentally walks into him, causing him to stumble backward, apparently, he’s so tired that he can’t even stand his ground against a flimsy man.
Jisung cringed at the coffee staining his coat but otherwise, he murmured an apologies and prepared to walk away before–
“You kids don’t know anything about manners.” The man snapped, grabbing Jisung’s shoulder and pulling him, causing Jisung to widen his eyes in surprise. “You fucking dumbass kid, you gotta pay for my coffee!”
Jisung blinked, “I’m sorry, but you walked into me– and I have apologized–”
And Jisung had nooooo money– and he knows a serious case of panic attack is about to descend on him if the man keeps pestering him.
“Fucking ungrateful bastard!” The man pushed Jisung and honestly, he can beat the shit out of this guy but that’s not really fair. He glances at the coffee cup and laments on how much money he should give this man to replace his overpriced coffee that's… still half full because it only lightly spills.
The man kept muttering angry words and Jisung begins to panic, because–
It reminds him of his awful, awful time in high school when he was bullied. Panic settled within his gut as the man begin to call him in such a derogatory manner while people just fucking pass by. Eyeing him pityingly and yet doing nothing.
And Jisung–
Jisung is–
“That’s very impolite sir.” A nasally voice cuts in.
He looks up and the world stops. His breath felt like it was knocked out of him, as if he was being hit by a freaking bus. His eyes focus on the man before him and Jisung can only blink, his tongue lax because he’s not quite sure what to say.
Doctor. The doctor.
The man that saved his bloody ass last night was there and defending him. Sure, the other looked like he'd seen better days with the light brown hair askew, glasses falling off of his nose, and extremely dark bags under his eyes. But still, clad in a ratty jacket with his scrubs peaking out, he’s the most perfect, perfect man Jisung has ever seen.
“I love you.” he whispered serenely.
The doctor shoved a very generous amount of money to the man, causing the man’s eye to bulge out in surprise, before his face turns even redder than Jisung’s spidey suit. Hilarious.
“Are you insulting me–”
The doctor snorts, “Maybe, but you’re making a scene sir. And I’m late, so take it or leave it.” He hissed in annoyance.
Yes. Yes, Jisung is in love.
The man babbled on, obviously flustered and ashamed as he glance sideways at the bystanders who were actually watching, but Jisung could online stare in awe as the Doctor rolled his eyes, tiredly, putting his money in the man’s suit pocket before walking away.
Walking away from Jisung.
Jisung startled from his mooning, before quickly following the Doctor out of the station, “Wait–”
The Doctor sighed, turning around abruptly, so now that they are face to face. Sure, Jisung’s somewhat shorter, but he’s still thicker than the other. This close, he can feel the other’s breath fanning his face, but most importantly the adorable thin pink lips and warm brown eyes.
Jisung gapes. How can one be so perfect? He thought Hwang Hyunjin was beautiful and perfect but– but–
He opens his mouth– gaping in awe and for once at loss for words.
“I’m late.” The other said crisply and Jisung stood straighter, somewhat insecure under the other’s burning gaze. But then his gaze softens, the Doctor’s eye landing somewhere lower and Jisung hopes it’s his dick, not his stitches torn and he’s bleeding.
The Doctor bit his lip, looking somewhat worried and Jisung’s mind short circuits.
“Just– just be careful, okay?” He said, before walking away, leaving Jisung standing inside the middle of a crowded station.
Yeah.
Yeah, for once in his life Jisung might actually listen to someone.
–
Jisung was in love
Maybe. Probably. Definitely.
Hyunjin wonders who it was. As much as he is annoyed and somewhat jealous that someone can actually stop Jisung’s secret mooning over him, he’s actually curious about who it was. Because multiple times a day they caught Jisung holding his newly healed wound and sighing forlornly like sime lovesick puppy— well, spider more like.
“Alright, that’s it, who’s your lover?” Minho asked straight on.
“Oh I wish.” Jisung huffed.
“You really are a loser.” Jeongin sighed.
“Shut up! I don’t even know his name!” Jisung pouted.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes and sighed, “Good luck finding him again, Spiderman.”