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namjoonchronicles · 6 years

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Request – [BTS] Husband!Yoongi Au

[A/N] The taste of his own medicine. Will he be able to turn the situations around?

It’s been going on for awhile now.

Being a goal-oriented, career-women with the tendency to do things your way and getting what you want and knowing how to do it graciously was one of the key points that drawn Yoongi into you. You buy your own things, dresses up well, you are the embodiment of the word: Professionalism. Now it is not easy to be married to a devoted pharmacist. Yoongi could lay in bed next to you and his sleep will be interrupted by unwanted calls after 2AM, on your phone.

Realizing that the phone is blaring on its full volume, you sprung on your side of the bed, unplugging it from the charger next to your bed and answered it at once. Before you continued to answer the call, you sensed Yoongi stirring to which you suspected as a result of the phone ringing, so you excused yourself, tiptoeing around the bed, brushing your lips on his left side brain, hushing him tenderly, “So sorry baby, go back to sleep…” You cooed as soft as you can and went out the bedroom. Shifting to his back, Yoongi’s eyes blasted open at the sight of the ceiling before him, and then to his side, where you were supposed to be, empty. He groaned, sliding off the bed and peeped through the door gaps, then he poke his head to search for where you are. You are at the glass door, where the veranda is, hands on your hip, heads hanging down, nodding.

“…Why don’t you try a simpler approach doctor, maybe a Risperidone would do good? If placebo doesn’t work like it should, I think it is wise to start the patient on lifetime medications, what more can we afford to do, since the events unfold that way, he could potentially hurt someone, should he remain on the placebo method.” He heard you calmly suggested through the phone, before glancing at the wall clock by the dining area. “Seriously…?” Yoongi scowled. Running your fingers through your long locks of hair, you heard a faint call of your pet name from across the room, not far from where you are, and saw a very sleepy Yoongi extending his arm around your waist to give you a back hug. He plants a kiss full of sways for you to come back to bed with him, but your hands on top of his suggests that it might not be immediate thing to do for you. “I will make sure to put him in the Psychiatric patients’ log. Jung Hoseok, you say his name was? Certainly, doctor. No problem, Doctor Namjoon. Thank you for asking a lowly pharmacist’s recommendations, when you could have possibly made a choice yourself…“ Yoongi heard you end your call.

Turning to face him, you lifted his face, droopy eyes and starts baby talking, “…Aren’t you a clingy little cutie patootie.” He gave you that infamous ‘I’m smiling, but I don’t feel like smiling’-grin with both of his eyes closed, while you drag him bag to the bedroom where you two should be at this hour. He turns to his side, put his hands in between his curled legs and watched you drifting to sleep, mirroring him. “Is this what it’s like?” He asked you, gently. He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear while you give him a long hum before answering, “…This is what it is, babe. It comes with the job. Since hospital is open 24 hours, you know.” It didn’t take long for your breath to slowly steadies and Yoongi is sure you were sleeping soundly before he himself does. He knows that your job will require you to be more in the hospital than at home. He did a lot of research about it, and since you just graduated your Master’s Degree in Clinical Pharmacology, which allows you to do ward rounds with Doctors, you began night shifts as well as working as a regular pharmacist.

Yoongi knows how very strenuous it could be. There are times where you just plopped in bed in your work cloth at 6:45PM, faced down, hair left untied. There are times where you sprung awake at midnight to be at the hospital because someone couldn’t do their nightshifts. There are times you fell asleep in the toilet and if Yoongi didn’t knock on the door and suspected something, you would have drowned in the tub. That was when you’re new in the department. Now that you’ve obtained the Clinical Pharmacist’s title, work is more in the wards than at the department. But it also meant that you were first line Doctors go to, when they require advices, recommendations and dosage checks. There were days where you two don’t speak because you’d be too tired to speak, and he would be endorsed in his own line of work, producing music.

And like they say, being a workaholic is fun and all until you yourself had the taste of it. Yoongi felt like a pang in his face when he often felt lonely because you weren’t around. He would travel back to the times where you were not as busy, and how he would purposely have the doors locked because he doesn’t want to be disturbed when he was doing his job. Or when you prepared dinner and having to eat them alone because he isn’t home from business meeting with fellow artists when he promised he would. He treated you badly (without the intentions to), until you point it out to Hoseok. He was a little angry that you would consider telling Hoseok about your relationships and the struggles that comes with it. And to be honest, you both had a big fight about it for a few weeks. His pride was scarce when you tell Hoseok the things he should have known as a husband, and you were hurt because of the things he said when he is angry.

Until you tell him that it was difficult “To love an emotionally detached person.” And it stung him. It stung him bad. You told him you were craving for skin ships, you told him that he was emotionally absent, and you told him about how things weren’t going very well because it felt like you were an item to him, ready to just be thrown away, should the time comes. And Yoongi was disheartened. It broke him in a way that only you were capable of. So he changed.

But when he did, so did you.

Like today, this wonderful evening, you came home, white coat folded in your left hand, you walked in through the main door, pressing a phone against your ear. “…an impossible time frame. This, the audits and the monthly meeting, all happening in one week. It’s beyond insane.” You set your white coat on the dining chair handle, slide your key down the kitchen counter and went to Yoongi who was sitting on the couch, pointing the remote at the television. You placed your palm on his forehead from behind so he tilted his head back before you plant an upside-down kiss, quick and purposeful while being on the phone, whispering a quiet, “Hey” at him. He watches the small of your back as you walked to the kitchen once more, pressing his newly ‘stamped’ lips together, grateful for the gesture from you but is also contemplating to say something.

She’s on the phone, maybe later.

You poke your head into the fridge to take out a banana milk and brought them to kitchen counter, poking a hole in it with a straw. “Night shift?” Yoongi heard. “On the 27th?” He heard you again. To this, he springs to his feet and joined you to the kitchen. “…I don’t think I have anything on the 27th,” you tutted your tongue looking up as if trying to remember, but Yoongi bumped to your side, mouthing, “No…” Biting your lower lips and scowling in confusion, you stammered to your call, “Hold on, I got to…Hold on.” To which the caller arrogantly replied, “…What, are you asking your non-existent boyfriend if you could do night shift?” You let out a scoff before covering the phone to listen to what Yoongi had to say. “…Not 27.” He shook his head, in disapproval. “…why not?” You questioned him and he turns away, snapping. “…Where do we lie in your list of priorities? Fuck this, I’m going to bed.” He grumbled next to your ear and went off.

What the hell just happened?

Returning to the call, you said, in no hurry, “You know what, put me in the maybe-list. I’ll tell you if I wanted to do it or not…” You glanced to the calendar and saw 27th being circled in red, with a scribble that’s obviously Yoongi’s handwriting: Anniversary. “When can we see this ‘boyfriend’ of yours?” You heard your colleague chuckled dryly, as if you being in a relationship was a joke, so you shot, “…That’s husband, to you. And you know what, you’re asking favours from me, to fill in your shift, but if this is the tone you chose to talk to me in, you can find yourself a new fill-in, because I’m not doing it. Okay, Taehyung? Good night, may your shift be filled with difficult patients.” You sassed and you heard him defending, “…Take that back!”

It’s such a taboo to mention the word: Difficult patients, to a pharmacist. Taehyung is going to hate you for the rest of his life. He is a frenemy, but today, you’ve made another frenemy. And that person is your husband.

Actually, you didn’t forget 27th is the anniversary. You weren’t planning anything to be done that day so you thought that maybe you could spent time at work. There’s no promise that Yoongi would be home anyways. Like the anniversaries in the past years. But you forgot that Yoongi had changed. “…Sweetie?” You called softly, peeking through the bedroom door and Yoongi is laying with his back to the door. “Look, I know you’re not sleeping. It’s 8PM,” but Yoongi didn’t respond. So you walked in, slowly, kneeling next to the bed, and resting your hand on the bed before placing your chin on your wrist while you look at his shoulder moving. “This is my fault.” He started, and you instinctively placed your palm to rub the part between his shoulder blades, humming, “No’s.” Yoongi stifled cutely, and blinking to the wall facing him, “…I gave too much space before, so now you know how to live without me.”

“That’s not true. You know that’s not true.” You murmured, “I told them to find another replacement.” “That’s good, but not good enough.” Yoongi shot, but he bit his tongue, knowing he’s gone too far.

Yoongi switches to his back and stared at the ceiling, his hands overlapped on the middle, while he took a deep breath in and out. “If this is my punishment for being so aloof before, then I wholeheartedly accept it. I just want my wife back. I want our times together, I know I’m a horrible boyfriend and husband before but, I want things to work now. And I need you to tell me, if I’m asking too much.” He flickered his to the side at you. You collected his hand into yours and kissed its knuckles, tracing every bony structure, admiring how the veins felt underneath your fingertips before shaking your head, “…No you’re not asking too much. For a husband, no. You’re not asking too much. In fact, you’re asking too little.” You stood up still lacing your hand with his, straddling him. Yoongi felt the bed dipping on each side of his pillow where you placed your hand, squaring him in between the two.

He shifted his head a little, watching you with a serious ‘no-games’ expression while reaching your top buttons and undoing them while he inhaled through his teeth in what’s heard to be a disapproving tone but the way that he is enticing you with the low growls of his voice when he says, “…I think I’ll be needing a different kind of placebo to take the pain away,” suggests that he was totally on for it. You grinned at him, narrowing in, and closing the distance between you two, whispering, “…I think I have just the right medications for you…” you wet your lips, pausing, before inserting an accidental moan when Yoongi reached for your waist after he undo all the buttons without you realising, “…My goodness, sir. You’re very quick with your hands.” Yoongi smirked and then his eyes shifted to a soft and alluring gaze, a complete turnover of the situation that’s unfolding,

Thumbing your lips, he blinked slowly at it, “…Spend more time with me, from now on. I need you to be here emotionally as well.”

And he got what he asked for.

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