No one could change your mind about 'love'.
It was a deception created to corrupt, to destroy, to swallow you in the shadow of its lies, losing yourself in the process.
On the other side of town, Min Yoongi, a man with an old soul and tired of bei...
You texted CeeCee as soon as you got to the hospital.
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Tomorrow arrived not quickly enough.
Your shift was extremely tiring, your boss was being an ass, one of your colleagues had to miss her shift because of some family drama and you had to cover it, afraid you wouldn't leave the hospital before 10pm.
And you needed to go home and take a shower because first, you had been working in an environment filled with diseases and bacteria everywhere, and second, you were not about to have smelly sex. Absolutely no fucking way.
You needed the distraction, needed the pressure off of you. Your body was reaching its breaking point, you were mentally exhausted, actually more then physically. The patients took a lot of energy from you.
Having to care for millions of people in the most humanly way possible was consuming.
You loved your job but it could test anyone's patience and limits, especially when having to deal with ungrateful and disrespectful people.
When it struck 8pm, you clocked out driving home. The shower made wonders to your muscles, you were able to rest beneath the hot water, unwanted sour memories flooding your brain as if a reminder to stand your ground tonight.
An hour had passed when you left the shower. You were actually nervous. It was just sex but the way you had to pursue it, almost made it more intimate than just fucking a random person, which Yoongi still was, but in a way, he wasn't.
