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Perks of Being (a) Clumsy (Idiot)

Han Jisung (Skz) x Reader

Words: 8k

Genre: fluff with a hint of comedy

SOULMATE!AU where your soulmate’s bruises manifest on your body as well as theirs. Your soulmate just happens to be the clumsiest (and dumbest) person you’ve ever had to take care of as a nurse.

A/N: that feeling when you finally finish a fic you’ve been working on for months

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Your knees felt like jelly as you stepped into the large building that housed the entirety of JYP Entertainment. The building seemed to stare you down but you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling inside of you. Despite your nerves, you were looking forward to your new job.

Finally, all the time spent studying human anatomy and desperately trying to memorize Latin words you hadn’t even known existed, you had graduated Med school and it was your first official day of work. No more professors, no more homework, no more volunteering, no more internships. – you were finally a full-pledged nurse.

When you finally gathered all your courage, you walked into the building. Unsure whether there were any special entrances for staff, you used the main door and were greeted by a cheerful receptionist. “Hello! How may I be of help?”

A grin appeared on your face and you replied, “Hi! Yes, actually. I’m the new nurse.”

The woman turned to her computer, typed a bit and then turned back to you to smile and state, “(Y/l/n)?” Seeing you nod, her smile brightened and she clicked something on her computer. Just moments later a printer roared to life and spit out a freshly ink-covered page that the receptionist handed to you alongside with a pen. She instructed, “Please fill in this paper and if the information corresponds to that of our systems, I will give you your key card and show you to the nurse’s office.”

You blinked in surprise, not having expected paperwork this early into your new job, but began filling in the blanks nevertheless. As you attempted to fill in the basic information, the door opened and someone rushed in noisily.

“Hello, Mrs Kim!” a cheerful voice spoke through gasps of air. “You look lovely this morning!”

“Mr Han,” the woman’s earlier smile was replaced with a disappointed scowl, “You’re late again. The other members already started practice.”

The young man, who now stood next to you and had the surname Han, chuckled nervously before raising his arm to scratch the back of his neck.

“There was an accident on the way here.”

Mrs Kim snorted and pointed to the gates, “Go on in but fair warning: Bang Chan seemed rather pissed off today.”

“Delightful,” the boy groaned quietly before hissing apologetically. “Can you let me in?”

“Don’t you have your key card?”

“It kind of fell into the sewer when I was running here,” Mr Han spoke quietly, ashamed to have to admit this. You couldn’t help the little amused smile that appeared on your lips.

The receptionist sighed before handing him her own card, “Alright. Just this once. But right after practice, you come here and fill in the application for a new key card.”

“Deal!” The boy exclaimed as he took the key card, swiped it across the sensors of the gate and ran into the building. He ran to the elevators that conveniently opened just as he reached them.

“Have you finished filling in the application?” the receptionist turned to you, her smile returning.

You nodded and handed back both the paper and the pen. The woman checked the page before handing you a plastic card with your name and photo on it. She warned, “Please do not lose it. Replacing a key card can cost you at least twenty coffees’ worth of money.”

A chuckled surpassed your lips as you took the key card, thanked her and walked over to the gate. You swiped the key card and walked inside, waiting for your official workday to begin.

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“And this is where we keep the gauze and the bandages,” the old nurse told you with a tired smile. It was no secret it was her last week of work before retiring. You were here to replace her and look after the oh-so-clumsy idols boys she had been talking about for the past hour.

If anything, she seemed relieved to be finally replaced. She looked exhausted from working. When you asked about it, she chuckled and said, “This job isn’t as eventful as you might expect. Sure, we get a lot of patients, but most of them are the same people over and over again. Emergencies rarely happen and even when they do, the company’s first reaction is to call an ambulance.”

“Then what exactly am I supposed to do with all the free time?” you only half-joked.

The nurse chuckled once again, “We have a small book fund where we each put about 1% of our paycheck every month and then at the end of the year we buy as many books as we can with that money. I also placed a weekly order of crosswords so the receptionist brings in new ones every Wednesday, for free.”

“So, books and crosswords.” You liked that thought but as you were about to ask a question, you felt a dull ache in your elbow. It wasn’t unusual, sure, but it was still uncomfortable. Like a phantom pain that just didn’t want to go away.

Your facial expression must have given you away because the old nurse looked at you with concern and asked, “Is everything alright?”

You nodded before explaining, “Yeah, just sometimes I get these aches and bruises because apparently, my soulmate is a clumsy idiot.”

“Ah,” the nurse chuckled. “The injury link? It’s the worst of them all, I have to say.”

“Did you have the same link?”

“No,” she shook her head thoughtfully, “but my sister did. She was constantly covered in bruises. Turned out her soulmate was a professional boxer.”

As she was about to tell you more about her sister, the door suddenly squeaked open and in walked the same young man you had seen at the reception in the morning. He wore a sheepish smile as he spoke, “Hello, Mrs Choi.”

“What happened this time, Jisung?” she all but groaned when she noticed the guy holding his arm. “Did you sprain your arm again? I thought I told you to take it easy after your last injury.”

“It’s a bit worse, actually,” Jisung replied with a slight chuckle and took his hand off his elbow to reveal a nail sticking out of the skin. Hadn’t you had so many years of medical training, you probably would’ve thrown up at the disgusting sight.

Mrs Choi sighed and motioned for him to sit down on a bed, “Tell me you at least didn’t try to pull it out.”

Jisung let out a rather guilty sounding squeak and earned a smack on the head from the nurse. You just watched from the side. You were so focused on watching the medical procedure of removing the nail that you didn’t even realize you were holding your elbow.

“Who’s your friend?” Jisung whispered to nurse Choi who was focused on checking the wound after having removed the nail as carefully as she could.

“The new nurse,” nurse Choi replied.

Jisung let out a dreamy sigh. He mumbled, “Pretty.” Then the realization hit him. Suddenly he gasped, “You’re leaving, Mrs Choi?”

“Of course,” she rolled her eyes. “Have you seen me? I want to retire before I die.”

“And this new nurse will replace you?”

“Why do you keep asking questions that you know the answers to?” the nurse raised an eyebrow before looking back up at him. “Your arm will feel a bit numb for a while but it should heal soon enough.”

Giving you a quick once-over, Jisung bit his lip and turned back to nurse Choi to ask, “Will I need to come back for a check-up? To, you know, make sure the wound’s not infected or something?”

His eagerness made you curious.

Mrs Choi snorted at that, “You’ll probably be back here before the end of the week anyway. You and your clumsy body always seem to get in trouble.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Jisung grinned cheekily before thanking her and rushing over to the door. He hesitated before opening the door and then turned back to face you, just so he could wave at you. He smiled as he stepped out, hand instinctively resting against his injured elbow.

“Is he a regular patient?” you asked when he left.

The old nurse replied through a heavy sigh, “The clumsiest boy I’ve ever met. You’ll be seeing him a lot more than anyone else in this company.”

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Whoever thought a person could survive the whole day off of a tiny portion of soup and two pieces of bread was in for a whooping. You decided that as you ate your lunch in the building’s cafe.

Unlike most of the staff, you as a nurse were provided free meals by the company on the condition that you had to eat whatever the cafe had wanted you to eat. This time, it was slightly over-salted tomato soup and bread.

You spilt some of the soup as someone set down their food on your table and dragged out the chair. When you looked up, you met eyes with a young freckled man. His hair was bleached blond and he was dressed in the bluest hoodie you had ever set your eyes on.

“Hi,” he spoke in a voice so deep that you couldn’t help but wonder if you were perhaps hallucinating. There was no way this young, small guy was the owner of such a deep, somewhat demonic sounding voice.

Your thoughts were proven wrong when he spoke once again, “I’m sorry. Did I… What’s the word?” He wet his lips and stared at the ceiling for a moment before letting out a short hum and trying again, “Did I startle you?”

“No, it’s okay,” you answered out of respect. There was no way you’d ever tell a stranger that he had indeed scared you a bit. After collecting yourself for a bit, you continued, “I was just a bit surprised to see someone sitting across from me, is all.”

He hummed in understanding, analysing your words quietly. You realized that he wasn’t local. There was no way he could be. Not with those looks and that adorable accent.

“Are you new here?” he asked suddenly after taking a bite out of what appeared to be a blueberry muffin. You nodded and he hummed once again, “You’re the nurse, right? Nurse (Y/l/n)?”

“How’d you know?”

You realized that your manner of speech was a bit too fast for the poor guy when he blinked with a confused smile and only responded when you repeated yourself slower.

“I’m in the same group as Han Jisung,” he smiled and took a sip of his bubble tea. “Name’s Felix. I’m from Australia.”

Foreigner, just as you had suspected. You mentally high-fived yourself for getting it right.

“Speaking of Jisung,” he spoke. “He isn’t giving you too much trouble, right?”

“Just a bit.”

Felix chuckled, “You’ve got to forgive him. He’s a bit… A bit...”

He seemed to search for the right word (oh, the joy of being bilingual) and you took the chance to finish for him, “Clumsy? Chaotic?”

The Australian burst into laughter while nodding vigorously, “Both of those. Yes.”

“I’ve only been working here three days and I’ve already seen him at the infirmary twice,” you told him before forcing yourself to eat a spoonful of soup. Felix, seeing your distaste for the soup, offered you a look of pity before gently pushing his small plate towards you. There was only a muffin on it, but it looked like it would feed you better than your current meal.

You sent him a questioning look but he only shrugged, “The tomato soup here is kind of terrible and I know nurses get prepaid meals. You shouldn’t have to suffer through it. Just take the muffin instead.”

“What about you then?”

He waved it off like it was no big deal before speaking, “I’ve got this bubble tea and a two-hour break coming up in about four hours. I’ll survive. My job isn’t as important as yours.”

“You’re seriously giving me your muffin?” you confirmed with a raised eyebrow but he only smiled and nodded. You decided to ask again, “Are you sure? This is your last chance to get the muffin back.”

“It’s yours now,” he grinned cheekily before getting up and walking away while waving at you.

As you picked up the muffin and began unwrapping it, you couldn’t help but smile in happiness – you had finally made a new friend at the company.

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It was your second week of work. Mrs Choi had retired the previous Friday and now it was your third day working without constant supervision. It was sort of freeing and nice. You had located the box of books bought by the other nurses and had also made friends with most of the regular staff of the building.

You didn’t get a lot of patients. In those past three days, you had treated only 10 people. One of those people was Han Jisung, an idol and your most regular patient who had had no problem connecting with you. The two of you were friends by his third visit.

“You know, I think you’d be here a lot less often if you just avoided taking the stairs,” you mumbled as you handed him an ice pack for the second time that week.

Jisung offered you a glare before declaring, “The elevator scares me. It’s all shaky.”

“Everyone else seems to have no problems using it,” you retorted, sitting in your chair and watching him as he pressed the ice to his knee. He hissed at the coldness.

“Everyone else also seems to have no trouble with gravity,” he cursed as he attempted to relax in his seat. “Yet, here I am. For the fifth time this week.”

You snorted, “Maybe I should write a letter of recommendation to your leader.”

“What for?”

“To wrap you in bubble wrap until the end of the promotional period,” you dead-panned. “I’m running out of ice packs over here, buddy.”

“And I’m running out of clear, undamaged skin,” he snapped back before bursting into giggles. “We sound like my parents.”

To say you were taken aback would be a serious underestimation. You almost screamed, “What?”

“They always bicker like this too,” he smiled in thought. “‘I told you to get that that tire checked’. And ‘I wouldn’t have to if you just learned to drive like a human being’.”

“Do they fight a lot?”

“No,” he shrugged, “Just bicker. And then they laugh and then dad takes mom out to dinner.”

You chuckled at that, “You’d like to have a similar relationship with someone?”

“Absolutely,” he didn’t even hesitate. He hissed in pain as he shifted the ice pack and continued speaking, “I think I need someone to put me back in my place when I’m overworking or just straight up being stupid.”

“Isn’t that what mothers are for?” you joked before he threw his hat in your direction with a loud giggle.

He defended himself, “Stop it. I’m injured. You can’t be mean to me.”

“Yes,” you joked, “that bruise on your knee could kill you, you know.”

He paled, “Seriously?”

You couldn’t help but snort at that, “Of course not. If bruises had such capabilities, you would’ve died a long long time ago.”

Jisung scoffed and pretended to throw the ice pack at you before resting it back on his knee.

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It was a lovely, quiet night in the city, and of course, you were working the night shift instead of being able to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside. You never could.

You hadn’t done much since you got to the JYP infirmary at 7 pm. Sure, you had scanned over a couple of pages of “Pride and Prejudice” and maybe entered a social media contest (they were offering free massages as a prize – you couldn’t not enter the contest), but you were certain neither of those activities could warranty such a headache.

Quietly groaning, you placed your hands on your temples and repeated mumbled mantras in hopes of encouraging the haunting pain to leave you alone. So far, no luck.

This migraine was taking the best of you, hurting your brain in places you never knew existed. You hadn’t experienced anything like this in a while. Maybe back in high school, during the final exams, but never during quiet nights like these. You wondered if maybe these night shifts were just working against you and forcing your brain into overdrive.

You reached into your bag in hopes of pulling out some emergency prescription painkillers for your headache. It had been months since your last serious migraine and usually, a nap and some water did wonders, but you were working and so you had to resort back to strong medication. You weren’t even sure if you had any pills until your fingers recognized a familiar container.

You sighed in relief and pulled the container out.

The door squeaked open for the first time that night just as you took a sip of water. Swallowing slowly, you looked up to find Jisung walking into the room, hands wrapped around his head and his eyes hazy.

Feeling your gaze on him, he spoke, “I was working on some music when I got this dumb headache. It’s not too bad, but it’s kind of annoying and seems to get worse by the minute.”

“Want some painkillers?” you offered quietly, trying your best to not seem like you’re in too much pain as Jisung nodded. You reached into the cupboard behind you and took out a small packet of painkillers before handing it to him, “One or two pills should be enough. Do you need water too?”

Jisung mumbled incoherently as he took two pills, swallowed them without water and then grimaced. Amusement crept up in you as he mumbled a curse word at the bitter taste the pills had left in his mouth. Without thinking you teased, “You know, there’s a reason why most people prefer to take pills with water.”

He glared at you before plopping down onto the bed, “Don’t nag me when I have a headache.”

“Is there anything else or are you just going to stay here for the rest of the night?” you raised an eyebrow after a few minutes when he remained sitting.

After a moment of brief eye contact and intense thought, Jisung replied, “Can I just sleep here tonight? The dorms are kind of noisy today. Hyunjin and Seungmin have some friends over for a sleepover.”

“It’s 2 am,” you stated. “Why would they still be awake?”

“Because we have a day off tomorrow,” Jisung shrugged and lied down onto the bed, sighing in despair when he realized there was no pillow or blankets. As if reading his mind, you got up and handed him a pillow and a soft blanket from a box underneath the bed. He took them gratefully before mumbling, “You should get some sleep too. You seem tired.”

“I’m fine,” you smiled weakly and made your way back to your desk. You had to stay awake until the end of your shift. You could sleep afterwards.

To your relief, your headache slowly began to fade away, bit by bit. You sighed in satisfaction when you realized that the painkillers had done their job.

You spent the rest of the night sitting in silence and stealing glances at the young idol cuddled into the soft blankets you had provided. He seemed so peaceful, so graceful compared to his usual being. He seemed almost… Cute.

As he shifted in his sleep, you caught sight of a scar. A tiny scar on his upper bicep. A scar that looked exactly like the one you had in the same place. You weren’t sure why, but your heart skipped a beat.

How did he have the same scar?

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You didn’t get any answers to your questions until two days later when you were finally working a daytime shift after having taken several night ones. Your brain was deeply engrossed in analyzing dumb theories about a book you were reading and you didn’t notice the door open until it was too late.

Seeing you flinch in surprise, Felix Lee chuckled from across the desk and offered a cheeky grin. In his low voice, he spoke, “Hi, (Y/n)!”

You nodded, not trusting your voice after that scare.

He sucked in a breath before speaking again, “I kind of, uh, need your help.”

“With what?” you asked warily.

Felix reached out his hand, “I hurt my finger.”

“Pointer finger?” you asked out of habit. People often hurt that finger specifically. In the few weeks of working, you had treated at least 4 different idols who had somehow hurt their pointer fingers.

“No,” Felix shook his head and slightly raised his smallest finger, “My pinky.”

“You hurt your pinky?” you wondered in surprise. “How?”

He flushed red. Trying his best to hide his embarrassment and not slip up in Korean, he spoke, “I dabbed and then I smacked my hand against the fire escape door.”

“It’s 2019, Felix,” you snorted. “No one dabs anymore.”

“Okay, listen here!” he cheered up as you began inspecting his finger. “It was a one-time thing, okay?”

“Was it though?” you faked a thoughtful expression.

Felix laughed at that, “No. You’re right.”

“Obviously,” you winked at him before walking over to the cupboard where the medical supplies were held.

“You might have broken your finger,” you told him as he groaned in embarrassment.

Under his breath, he mumbled in English, “Well, that’s gonna be fun to explain.”

You continued, as though you hadn’t heard him at all, “I suggest you go to the ER as soon as you can. And I also suggest you don’t tell your leader the real reason for your broken bones.”

“Bones? Multiple??” he squeaked in shock before letting out a wailing sound. “It’s the gods punishing me for engaging in unholy sports.”

“For what?” you raised an eyebrow before bursting into laughter. “You’re really something else.”

“Absolutely,” he giggled before changing the topic. “Speaking of something else.” After a brief pause, he asked, “How are you and Jisung?”

You should’ve seen the signs. You should’ve seen the way he began wiggling in his chair, continuously raising his eyebrows, the cheerful teasing smile on his face. It was too late now.

“Ooh, you like him!” he could read you like a book. “Please tell me you’re going to ask him out!”

“Ask him out?” you stuttered. “Why would I?”

“Cuz you’re soulmates!” he squealed in English, sounding like an overly excited high school girl.

“SOULMATES?” you gasped. Shock overtook you as you tried to comprehend the situation. “We’re not soulmates.”

Felix stilled in his seat, eyes narrowed in thought. He then groaned, “Oh come on. Sure you are! You share all the same bruises and scars!”

“How would you know?” you challenged.

“I’ve seen him naked, (Y/n),” he dead-panned before quickly adding, “And I also might have once caught a sneak peek of you changing in here after a shift.”

Your mouth fell ajar and within seconds Felix Lee got the hint and was fleeing the infirmary in fear, yelling incomprehensible apologies over his shoulder.

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A week after Felix’s declaration regarding you and Jisung being soulmates, you were still wondering if he could be right. Seven days and never once did that thought leave your mind. So it was no surprise when your thoughts wandered back to the topic on your walk home from a blind date.

Maybe that’s why you were struggling with finding a significant other – because they weren’t your clumsy soulmate. Because they weren’t Jisung.

You refused to believe it. There was no way he was your soulmate. Not with how clumsy and odd he was. You two had nothing in common. Someone else had to be your soulmate. That’s how you had convinced yourself to get out of your apartment and on the blind date with some random guy your friends had set you up with.

The guy had been genuinely nice but he just wasn’t what you wanted. He was too perfect, too calm, too… graceful.

“(Y/n)?” a familiar voice called your name from across the street. Your feet came to a stop and you watched as Jisung and Changbin crossed the road and rushed over to you, the latter rather following Jisung than actually trying to get closer to you.

To be fair, you barely knew Changbin. He had only been to the infirmary once – with a sore throat, begging for you to put him on vocal rest so he wouldn’t have to strain his already damaged voice. He had seemed nice enough that one time that you weren’t uncomfortable in his presence.

“What are you doing out so late?” Jisung asked in surprise, eyes wide in wonder. “Isn’t it dangerous to be alone at this hour?”

“I’m just walking home from a date,” you shrugged with a small smile, swaying from one foot to the other to ease your boredom. “I don’t live too far from here.”

Changbin scoffed quietly, “What kind of a person won’t walk their date home after a date?”

“The kind of a person that just didn’t click well with their date,” you responded to him with a chuckle. “It’s fine though.”

“The date didn’t go too well, then?” Jisung understood and offered you a sympathetic smile. “Don’t let it bring you down. You’ll meet that someone special someday, I’m sure.”

Maybe you already had.

Silence took over the three of you as you continued swaying from side to side, now more so to ease the discomfort. Jisung bit his lip before declaring, “I’ll walk you home.”

“What?”

“Are you sure?” Changbin asked him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s a long way back to the dorms though.”

“I’ll just take a taxi back,” Jisung shrugged. “Go on. I’ll be home before midnight.”

That seemed to be all the comfort and confirmation that Changbin needed because he hummed in understanding, waved at you and turned on his heel to continue his way back to the dorms.

“Come on,” Jisung said after a moment. “Let’s go get you home. You shouldn’t walk home alone.”

You walked beside him but teased, “You’re letting Changbin walk home on his own though?”

“Changbin’s different,” he laughed. “I mean, have you seen his arms? He could render someone unconscious just by flashing his biceps. Believe me, he’ll be fine.”

“But I’m a different case? How so?”

“You’re just not… particularly intimidating,” he laughed, quickly crouching to dodge a smack from you. When he realized you were no longer threatening him with physical violence, he smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “Besides, unlike Changbin, you’re kind of cute. It would be a shame if someone kidnapped you.”

You couldn’t stop your heart from attempting to beat out of your chest at his words. Maybe you could accept him being your soulmate after all.

“Do you want to get some ice cream on the way back? I’m really craving some,” he suddenly asked, eyes wide in excitement and anticipation.

“Ice cream this late at night?” you resisted the urge to laugh and allowed him to grab your wrist gently as he led you down the streets of Seoul.

Jisung wasn’t bothered by your question and replied, “Late night ice cream is the best kind of ice cream.”

You were a bit startled as the two of you came to a rather sudden stop. When you looked up from your feet, you found yourself in front of a tiny ice cream café.

“La Vie en Glace.” Jisung’s pronunciation of the café's name might have been a tad bit off, but who were you to judge. He looked like an excited puppy as he turned back to you and grinned, “Well? Are you ready to test my late-night ice cream theory?”

“Theory?” you chuckled before shrugging and letting him lead you in.

The café was illuminated by soft white lights and colourful fairy lights all over the walls. Light blue couches lined up against the walls and you could see small cacti in customized flower pots in the window.

It was like a scene from an aesthetic photo shoot.

“How did you even find this place?” you asked him some minutes later as Jisung placed a bowl of your favourite ice cream on the table before you.

He shrugged in response, “I’m a late-night wanderer, I guess. Sometimes I can’t sleep and end up walking around the city. I’ve found some pretty great places.”

“I used to wander around, too,” you smiled. “Back before I spent all nights studying or tending to clumsy idiots.”

“Hey!” he sounded offended but amused at the same time. “For your information, I am not an idiot! I am actually pretty smart.”

You squinted your eyes at him, “Are you just telling me that to seem cooler or are you telling the truth?”

“Both.” The tips of his ears flushed red, and it was cute. So cute you could’ve kissed him then and there.

And you almost did so just 30 minutes later as he stopped in front of your apartment building and offered you a wide smile.

He spoke, “It was good ice cream, was it not?”

“It was delicious,” you agreed. “How did you know I needed that tonight?”

“I always go for ice cream when I’ve had a bad date,” Jisung mumbled, suddenly finding his shoes more interesting than the conversation. “Figured it would work for you too.”

With his eyes downcast and his ears red in embarrassment, not to mention the adorable pout on his lips, he looked way too cute to be real. You leaned forward to kiss him (though you weren’t quite sure why). As your brain finally came back online, you angled your head at the last second and kissed his cheek.

It seemed that was enough to get his attention. He looked up from his feet with wide eyes and his lips parted in surprise. As he was about to stutter out something, you smiled and waved goodbye.

Gosh, you hoped the three days off ahead of you would help you forget about it.

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They didn’t.

“Okay,” you blinked. “That has got to be the biggest and worst bruise you’ve come here with.”

One moment you were writing a report on the well-being of JYP artists and the next Han Jisung stumbled in with a pained groan and his hand holding his chest. Without much thought, he had slipped off his hoodie and shirt and here he was, sitting in front of you completely shirtless and begging you to do something about the fast-forming large bruise on his left peck.

You were praying he wouldn’t notice your cheeks heating up and your heartbeat completely missing its rhythm as you inspected the injury.

“What happened?” you were surprised at how steady your voice sounded.

Jisung groaned and declared, “Felix accidentally kicked me mid-choreography.”

“You guys have got to calm down with the martial arts,” you grumbled under your breath while doing your best to steady your hands so you could actually inspect the wound.

You visibly paled as you realized that inspecting the bruise would require you to put your hand on his chest. With no fabric between the two of you. Gosh, you hoped it wasn’t a broken rib so you could quickly get it over and done with.

To your dismay, Jisung had noticed your hesitation and asked, “Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

“Yes,” you stuttered after a quick pause. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” he seemed genuinely concerned as he sat up straighter, taking your wrist in his hands. “You seem awfully pale. Maybe you should go home and rest.”

“My shift ends in an hour. I’ll be fine,” you managed to get out as you quickly slipped into your nurse headspace and began pressing against the bruise. “Does it hurt?”

Jisung hissed in pain and you had your answer.

“How about now?”

Another hiss. You cursed under your breath as you realized that you couldn’t be of much help.

“You should go to the ER with this.”

“What do we have a nurse for if I have to go to the ER anyway?” he teased, eyes half-lidded from the pain.

You rolled your eyes and gently smacked his arm, “To tell you to go to the ER when necessary.”

“Is it that bad?”

“A 2nd-degree Taekwondo black belt kicked you in the chest,” you dead-panned. “I’m surprised your lung didn’t collapse.”

Jisung threw his head back in disappointment before straightening back up. “How do you know Felix is a black belt?”

“He told me?” you didn’t see the problem as you attempted to help him put his shirt back on before his bare torso could do any more harm to your already irregular heartbeat.

“Why would Felix tell you that?” he seemed puzzled, almost upset. He thought the two of you had shared a moment that night on your walk home. He didn’t want to be wrong about that but he had to be sure so he asked, “Are you two together?”

You snorted in surprise and shook your head, “No. Why would we be?”

The tips of Jisung’s ears burned red as he mumbled, “You’re always together and you know this about him and he seems to know a lot about you too.”

“Are you jealous?” you teased him when you finally managed to redress him.

Jisung hid his face in his hands and mumbled, “No.”

“Really?” you continued teasing. “Because it sounds like you could be a bit jealous of Felix and me.”

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffed but the usual sparkle in his eyes was no longer there. All of a sudden he seemed angry. “Why would I be jealous??? I’m going now.”

“Be sure to tell me what the doctors say,” you called after him as he exited the infirmary and slammed the door.

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You wondered if you had crossed the line during your last conversation with Jisung. Maybe he wasn’t jealous, but rather concerned. Maybe you had ruined the one good friendship you had over something as dumb as your need to tease someone.

These thoughts troubled you for three days straight, not letting you sleep or even eat in peace. The latter because Jisung always seemed to be having lunch when you went to the cafeteria. You had skipped every single lunch since your fight for that reason alone.

You knew it was dumb. Even Felix knew it was dumb. He made a point of telling you that once again as he walked into the infirmary with a plastic container filled to the brim with delicious (possibly unhealthy) snacks.

“You really should talk to Jisung,” he told you as the two of you munched on cinnamon rolls at your desk. You sighed in response but didn’t say anything, allowing him to continue speaking, “The both of you are miserable as hell. This isn’t normal.”

“So what are you suggesting we do? Kiss and make up?” You offered him a half-hearted glare.

Felix snorted before a thoughtful look came over his eyes. Seconds later he nodded, “Yes. Exactly. Kiss and make up.”

“I’m not kissing Han Jisung, Felix,” you told him firmly and at that moment he decided to drop it.

He changed the topic and began telling you about an upcoming tour. You were excited for him, sure, but suddenly you realized that if you were to apologize to Jisung, you had to do it before the tour began.

“Why am I even attempting to have a conversation with you if you don’t even listen to me?” Felix suddenly teased you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. You glared at him to which he responded, “Okay, listen, you don’t get to glare at me! You were the one ignoring me!”

“I wasn’t ignoring-”

Your argument was cut short by the infirmary door squeaking open. In front of the door stood Han Jisung, one hand deep in the pocket of his blue hoodie and the other buried in his freshly dyed hair. As handsome as he looked, you couldn’t help but note that he had looked much better the last time you saw him.

“Oh, look who finally took my advice,” Felix grumbled before glaring at Jisung. “Couldn’t you do this after we finished lunch?”

Jisung remained silent and thus you ushered Felix out of the room. The Australian didn’t seem too happy about it but he gave you an encouraging nod nevertheless. He also made sure to steal one last croissant from the plastic container before walking out altogether.

You and your possible soulmate were left alone in the infirmary, accompanied by nothing but awkward silence.

“Can we talk?” Jisung finally spoke and stepped closer to the desk, head still cast low. Noticing you nod, he gathered his courage and spoke, “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I was just a bit oversensitive, I guess.”

“Oversensitive?” You leaned forward in your seat, curiosity shining in your eyes.

Jisung nodded and took a seat across from you, “I guess I was a bit jealous. I mean, Felix and you seem to get along very well and you’d be a cute couple. I guess I just...”

“Snapped?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. A tiny bitter smile appeared on his face as he spoke, “I hope you’re not too mad at me.”

He let out a deep sigh, stood up and walked out with a quiet ‘goodbye’ before you could even process the information, much less respond.

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You let out a loud groan, grabbing your head and willing the dull ache to perish. So far painkillers had been of no help and napping was not an option during the night shift. Your best guess was this headache had been inflicted by Jisung.

“What’s up?” you asked the moment the door squeaked. As you dull headache had suggested (not that you believed in soulmates, but Felix had pretty much convinced you), Jisung entered the infirmary, head low on his shoulders and fingers rubbing his temple. He had been getting stress headaches every couple of days for the past couple of weeks and it was causing your head to ache dully as well. Screw comeback season.

Weakly he spoke, “Can I stay the night here again?”

“The dorms are too loud again?” you asked in surprise. He hadn’t come in with a headache since last week and you had assumed it had something to do with the new noise-free curfew JYP had enforced in the building.

Jisung nodded gently before plopping down on the chair opposite of you and resting his head on the desk, big brown eyes begging you for mercy and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He mumbled, “Seungmin is nagging Jeongin and Felix, and Chan is high on caffeine.”

“Caffeine?” you raised an eyebrow as you filled in Jisung’s health card. “I thought he didn’t drink coffee.”

“He doesn’t,” the rapper opposite of you chuckled and ruffled his hair a bit. “Minho made him try his new espresso recipe. Chan couldn’t say no to Minho’s guilt-tripping.”

You sighed in defeat, “Does the new recipe include double the dose of caffeine?”

“Triple.”

A curse flew past your lips. Deciding to leave scolding Minho for later, you chose to focus on the matter at hand and turned back to Jisung with a kind smile, “What’s got your head hurting this time?”

“I haven’t slept particularly well the past couple of nights,” he mumbled regretfully. “At first I had a deadline for a new song and then… Well, then Seungmin, Minho and Chan happened.”

“Have you taken something for the pain yet?”

“No,” he sighed. “Changbin took the last of the pain medication last night. No one’s been to the pharmacy in weeks.”

Your whole essence of being wanted to smack some sense into the group of idols. They were far too irresponsible to be left in charge of your dear soulmate. You decided you would do so as soon as your shared headache disappeared.

“Okay, I’ll give you some pain killers, some water and some peppermint tea. Then you should be able to get some sleep,” you told him gently while getting up.

Jisung let out a quiet hum of approval before closing his eyes and relishing in the silence the infirmary offered.

Once again, you watched him the entire night. A part of you kept reminding yourself that it was borderline creepy, but another part of you was screaming for your soulmate to realize he had found you. Sadly though, you realized that Jisung was far too preoccupied with his work to figure out the connection just yet.

And so you just admired him from afar.

You took in every quiet whimper of his, every sigh, every mumbled sentence. He wasn’t a very peaceful sleeper, you noted as you walked over to fix his blanket for him for the tenth time that night.

“Sleep well, my soulmate,” you whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. On instinct, Jisung relaxed and hummed in approval, his subconscious recognizing his soulmate’s touch almost effortlessly. Relief flooded into you as you realized his headache had ceased.

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You had no idea what you had been expecting when a frantic knock sounded on the infirmary door that morning, but it definitely hadn’t been eight members of Stray Kids carrying the ninth.

“What happened?” you asked, sleep still heavy in your eyes and your second morning coffee waiting to be drunk.

A frantic sounding Chan immediately launched into an explanation, “It’s Hyunjin. He fainted in practice. We don’t know how to help him.”

“We figured that since you’re, you know,” Minho added with a sassy raise of his eyebrows, “A nurse, you might be more knowledgeable than us.”

“Alright,” you sighed and got to work. This wasn’t the first time someone had brought in a freshly fainted idol so you were relatively sure in your steps. Seeing how concerned the group was, you sighed and told them, “Back away a bit, boys. He needs his air.”

“Right, right,” Chan said breathlessly, eyes never leaving Hyunjin as he motioned for his members to step back.

You noted that at least two members looked like they were on the verge of crying. Their concern encouraged you to get to work quickly. Within minutes you were cooling the dancer down and trying to figure out what had happened.

As you were working, you realized that the A/C had stopped working and it was unbearably hot in the infirmary. Another sigh left your lips as took off your lab coat to reveal a light t-shirt. You called out, “Could someone please open a window and keep the door open? There’s no air.”

Jisung, snapping out of his shock the fastest, was quick to run to the window and practically threw it open. When he turned around, he gasped in surprise. Without your coat on, he could see all your bruises and scars. To his shock, they matched his perfectly.

Unable to believe it at first, he rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie to compare. Low and behold; 100%, a perfect match.

His heart just about stopped beating as the realization hit him. He had finally found his soulmate. The one he had been searching for all this time. His one and only true love.

A moment later Hyunjin’s eyes fluttered open, wincing at the bright light that shone right above him. The band (all except Jisung who was far too busy wracking his brain for possible clues he must have missed in the past months of knowing you) cheered in relief as he groaned out a curse.

“YOU’RE MY SOULMATE!” Jisung declared loudly, eyes wide as he processed the information. As he stared at his soulmate, a loud slap echoed in the infirmary. All eyes turned to Felix, whose forehead was red from facepalming so hard, a pained tear shining in his eye.

“Can we do this later, Jisung?” you asked without paying him much attention. “I’m sort of working here.”

Jisung was scandalized, “Later?? I JUST FOUND MY SOULMATE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN NOW???”

“Soulmate?” Hyunjin mumbled faintly before pressing a hand to his forehead. He turned to Seungmin who was sitting by his side, “How long was I out for?”

You reached into the pocket of your jeans and handed Jisung some cash, “Go and get some peppermint tea or something, I don’t know. Just calm down while I examine Hyunjin.”

“But-but,” Jisung stuttered as Changbin led him out of the infirmary with a low chuckle.

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As if on autopilot, your feet led you to Jisung the moment you walked out of the infirmary at the end of the day. He was sitting on a bench in front of the company building, a coffee cup in his hands and his eyes hazy with thought. A smile forced itself onto your lips, your brain had no more control.

He had finally realized it was you.

As his mind wandered, so did his gaze. When it finally stopped on you, your heart skipped a beat and a grin appeared on his face. A smile similar to that of a young boy upon hearing his first love confess to him.

A relieved chuckle left his lip. “You came.”

“Why wouldn’t I have?”

He shrugged, shifting in his seat to make room for you by his side. “You were taking such a long time. I was beginning to lose hope. That may be...” He took in a deep breath. “That maybe you didn’t think I was enough or you were disappointed in me.”

“I could never be disappointed in you,” you told him wholeheartedly, resting your head against his shoulder without thinking. You felt safe. Like you had found your home amid a big crazy overcrowded city.

Jisung hummed in approval, resting his head against yours without much thought either. It came naturally to the two of you and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was so for all soulmates. He shoved the coffee cup your way and asked with a chuckle, ��Coffee?”

“What kind?”

“Peppermint latte,” he said without missing a beat, his eyes shining as he gazed at you with newfound admiration. Or maybe it wasn’t newfound. Maybe the adoration had always been there but you just hadn’t noticed it before.

You chuckled, “You're offering me cold coffee? How romantic.”

“Hey!” he gasped. “It’s your fault. The coffee would still be hot, had you arrived on time. I spent two hours sitting here, waiting for you to come out.”

“You waited for two hours?” You straightened up.

“Of course,” he chuckled weakly. “And I would have waited for two more and then two more and more and more until you finally came.”

You were taken aback, flustered by his words. No one else you knew would ever wait this long for you. Most people wouldn’t even wait an hour. But he, Han Jisung, your soulmate, was willing to wait for you no matter how long it took.

When you snapped out of the daze, his eyes were gazing into yours. You hadn’t realized how close the two of you were physically. Just an inch, maybe less, and your lips would find a home against his. Just an inch or less and you could seal the secret deal that meant you’d be each others' forever. Just an inch or maybe less.

His lips met yours without hesitation, pressing down and making you feel how much Jisung had wanted to do this since he first met you.

It was magical, full of passion and love. He tasted of peppermint latte and strawberry lip balm. A part of you wondered what yours tasted like, but the other part couldn’t have cared less.

He was finally kissing you. You were finally soulmates.

When you ran out of breath, you pulled back with a quiet gasp. Your eyes shone up at him as he giggled like a little kid, a light blush adorning his face.

“So, I guess there are perks to being clumsy,” Jisung joked before pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.

Yeah. You supposed there were perks.

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Min Yoonji hated school, hated the world, but today it was extremely bad.

Huddled together on a bed in the schools sickroom, a not-so-hot-water bottle pressed to her lower abdomen, Yoonji felt like dying.

Her painkillers refused to do their magic and her water bottle wasn't hot enough to simply burn the horrendous pain away, so all she could do was sit around and play on her phone, making a suffering sound every now and then when the cramps got especially hard to bear.

At least she was alone in the sickroom (ignoring the grumpy school nurse), so nobody could see her weak like this.

No need for pretending to be all tough when her abdomen is punishing her for her disinterest in reproduction.

Her cramps were especially horrible today, probably thanks to her mothers weird kharma, who just yesterday held one of her speeches why Yoonji at least should try to have some interest in boys since one of them could be a rich CEO in a few years and she better prepares for her future and her children now than later.

Yoonji shudders, remembering the useless talk they had and the endless talks that are going to come in the future...

„Excuse me.“

Yoonji looks up as she hears a familiar voice, taking a peek between the white curtains that separates each bed to see Kim Army standing there, telling the nurse that she's feeling unwell.

The school nurse looks at Army like she isn't buying it – and Yoonji has to admit that Army is doing a shitty job at acting here -, but the nurse agrees on letting Army rest anyway.

Army throws herself on one of the beds as if she owns the place, ignoring Yoonji like she doesn't know her and taking out her phone.

That kinda hurt?

Not that she and Army were particularly close now, it's been only that one incident were Yoonji had helped Army with her weird boyband pillow and a few shared lunches under the stairs, when they both found nobody to sit with during their breaks and it was too awkward to eat alone.

Maybe Yoonji was just overly sensible thanks to her mood swings that came with her period and that's why she kind of felt betrayed. She never had mood swings before, but that was the only reasonable explanation here. There's no way in hell she actually cared for someone at school, and even less while not being on the receiving end. No way.

With a tiny pout on her lips, Yoonji goes back to playing with her own phone, refusing to accept that she was sad.

A few minutes pass, as Army suddenly point her finger at Yoonji with a surprised “Ah! You!”, her face brightening up with a very dumb and absolutely not super adorable smile when she realizes that she's sharing the sickroom with Yoonji.

Yoonji was quick to cover up her heart making a jump in her chest with a lazy wave of her hand, trying to be as bored and unhappy about the company as possible.

Mood swings. It had to be mood swings.

“Why are you here?” Army asks, but as soon as she sees the hot-water bottle she nods with pity in her eyes.

“Strawberry weeks?”

“What?”

“You know.... that time of the month?”

Yoonji looks at Army with disbelieve in her eyes, baffled everytime Armys uses her weird alien language.

“Yes, strawberry week, but I would be okay by now already if I just could get a hot-water bottle with actually hot water!” Yoonji explains, raising her voice so that the school nurse could hear it.

“I am sorry to hear that it's this bad for you. I hope you feel better soon. Luckily I don't feel any pain at all during that time, so I actually have no idea what you're going through, but I imagine it's horrible!” Army explains, looking at Yoonji like she only has a few hours left to live.

“What, it's not that bad, I can take a bit of pain- wait, you don't have any cramps at all?”

Army shakes her head with a satisfied smile.

“Guess your weird hormone balance is good for something in the end.” Yoonji mutters under her breath, trying to look unbothered when a new wave of pain is trying to kill her from inside.

“What are you trying to say? If it's that I'm ugly, you should come up with something new.” Army says unimpressed, scrolling through something on her phone.

Great Min Yoonji, great. You did it once again.

“No, that's not what I meant,” Yoonji tries to save her thoughtless comment, sitting up straight to show that she's sincere about it. “I was talking about your height and – oh god I think I have to puke.”

She suddenly felt hot, started to sweat while her throat tightens in attempt to keep inside what tries to climb up.

The school nurse walks up to them, annoyance clearly visible in her face. “This is a sickroom and you're here for resting, not for babbling. If you feel better, you are free to go back to your classes.” she says, letting her eyes rest especially long on Army, who stares at Yoonji who constantly gets paler and paler, having a hard time to breath.

“I'm serious, I have to puke” she weakly says, trying to suppress the first gagging reflexes until the nurse quickly shoves a bucket into her hands.

From that moment on, everything went down.

Suddenly there were several voices that weren't there before, rushed movements around the whole room, a burning sour taste in her mouth she gladly threw up into the bucket, more voices, and suddenly- silence, just a shy, large hand carefully stroking her back.

“Are you done?” Army asks Yoonji after she finally sits up again, faintly nodding as an answer.

Her throat is on fire and tears are rolling down her cheeks. This was definitely not how she wanted to be seen by anyone, especially not Kim Army.

“Where is the nurse?” Yoonji asks as she tries to calm down, wiping away every sign of her weak moment with trembling hands. God, how she hated life right now.

“She had to head off to the sports hall because it seems like some students crashed together during PE. I hope it's Soohyun or someone else from my class!” Armys answers, her eyes beaming with excitement while getting rid of the bucket Yoonji just gagged into.

Yoonji can't hide a smile at that, amused by how much the hope of an injured classmate can light up Armys face.

“May I ask why you are here? You look fine to me” Yoonji asks after a while, now reminded that Army had a class to attend to instead of keeping her company in the sickroom.

“Our PE teacher is sick and our replacement teacher just let's us play some ballsports” Army answers matter of fact, like it's completely obvious that of course she would stay in the sickroom then.

“Ballsports? What, are you allergic to that or what?” Yoonji asks, not even trying to hide the mockery in her voice.

Army looks down onto her hands, her mind clearly somewhere else again.

(Ok wow, she really had long but slender, delicate hands. Yoonji feels like reaching out to them for no apparent reason, just holding them to compare the size difference or something.

Must be her mood swings, yes. They obviously got the better of her again.)

“Dodgeball.” Army answers suddenly, still trying her best to look like it's no big deal.

“We all always play dodgeball when our teacher is sick and, you know, I'm tall and clumsy and an easy target, so I try to avoid that classes as often as I can” she adds, smiling like it can't be helped.

Rage immediately flares up in Yoonjis chest, having no hard time to imagine how the other girls picked on Army with every given chance.

“And the teacher is doing nothing?!” she asks, the cramps and the acid feeling in her throat forgotten for the moment.

Army just shrugs her shoulders, offering a quick smile like she's sorry for the things others do to her.

With a heavy sigh Yoonji lays down on the bed, ready to die as the cramps start again. School is surely a toxic, rotten place and no environment to grow up in.

“Should I refill your bottle with hot water? I know an electric kettle close by.” Army offers and Yoonji suddenly feels like the world maybe wasn't that bad as long as it contained weird but lovely Kim Army – and an actually hot-water bottle.

With a relieved, begging nod Yoonji gives her the bottle - as three of Armys classmates enter the sickroom in their sports wear, two of them crying, one of them with blood all over her face.

Yoonji grins with satisfaction as her eyes meet Armys, who's just as happy as her to see the misery on the other girls.

“I can't believe they are such retards, can't they look where they're going?” the girl who's crying asks while she's helping the bleeding girl to not ruin her clothes.

Taking a closer look, it probably wasn't as bad as Yoonji had hoped, just some nose bleeding.

“It's all her fault” the bleeding one hisses and takes a bitter look at Army, like she indeed had punched her in the face. Army though didn't reply, just sat down on Yoonjis bed and ignored them, clearly satisfied enough with one of them being hurt.

But Yoonji wasn't taking shit.

“What's your fucking problem? She was here the whole time.” Yoonji shouts, sitting up and staring at the three on the other bed.

“If she would've been in class like everyone else instead of skipping PE, we would have played in our usual teams and this wouldn't have happened.”

“Yes, sure” Yoonji deadpans, but unfortunately it hadn't the offending effect that she had hoped for, though the one with the nosebleed started to cry again, demanding to know what the school nurse is taking so long.

“What do you know? You're not even in our class, you have no idea how it is to suddenly join a team with a bunch of idiots.” one of the girls replies matter of fact while stroking through the hair of the girl who's crying, trying to calm her down.

“Yeah, playing against them is one thing, but being in the same team with those morons is something completely different.” the other one adds, obviously up for a fight.

Yoonji frowns as Army takes out her phone to distract herself, clearly not missing the subtile insults. “This is the dumbest excuse for being shitty at sports that I ever heard in my entire life” she replies while moving closer to Army, not surprised to see her scrolling through some photos of boys with way too much make up on.

“Why are you siding with that ugly beanpole anyway?”

Something in Yoonji snapped, Without any second thought she grabs the waterbottle from Armys grip, gets up and slaps it into the girls face.

“What the-? You can't hit me with a water bottle?!” the girl claims with a shrill voice, staring at Yoonji with wide eyes, unable to believe what just had happened.

“You prefer my fists then?” Yoonji offers, holding them up to prove that she gladly would use them if that was what the other girl wanted, but was unfortunately interrupted.

“Min Yoonji! Leave immediately!” the school nurse shouts with a warning tone in her voice as she enters the sickroom, leaving no space for discussion while guiding another girl in, who clearly had seen better days as well.

Yoonji grabs Armys hand at that, hot-water bottle tucked under her arm, leaving the sickroom with satisfied steps.

“You're so cool!” Army says in awe the second they're on the hallway and Yoonji can't help but smile, quickly looking away. “You think so?”

“Of course! I should have filmed how you slapped her with that water bottle, that was awesome!!” Army answers with excitement in her voice, slowly interlacing their fingers. “Where are we going now?”

Yoonji takes a quick glance at their hands, trying to block out all the answers she wants to say now but better shouldn't.

“You said you know where to find and electric kettle, right?”

Whatever consequences may await her for her behaviour, all she had done was clearly because of her mood swings. Or at least that was going to be her excuse.

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