Yoongi's POV

The accident kept playing in my head as I tossed and turned, it was nearly 3:45 in the morning and I still couldn't sleep.

There was something about the way her eyes looked, like they searched for something that could never be found, hopeless in a way, yet so deep it felt as if she was staring right into my soul. What was she doing out at 2 a.m? She wasn't drunk, and from the looks of her she wasn't high… why was she alone?

Ah, at this rate I won't get any sleep before work, why am I wasting my time thinking about a crazy stranger?

Turning again I closed my eyes, the last thing on my mind were her eyes, they called out to me before finally drifting to sleep.

"Good Morning, Yoongi. Today is Friday, March 20th, and it is now 7:00 a.m. Today's weather is."

I quickly shut the smart alarm off and get ready for work. Friday's were always the busiest at the hospital, but thankfully I would have the weekend off, so there was always hope in that.

Getting to work, I change in my office and check my phone one last time before going off to make my rounds. A part of me wanted to see a message or a missed call from her, just to see how her shoulder is, but there are no notifications from her. I do see a message from my mother, however, that ship sailed a long time ago, so I leave it unopened.

Time goes by quick, one of the perks of being a doctor is that you have so much work, your work day is never enough. I love how fast paced it is, it keeps me distracted and sane, but today there's something nagging at me in the back of my mind.

Is she okay?

Once I'm out of the hospital I head home, I eat and check my phone constantly, but still nothing. I think about texting her, but it might be too soon, so I sleep instead.

Waking up the next day I can't take the anxiety anymore so I decide to text her, maybe she was busy yesterday.

I keep it curt.

You said you were going to call me.

Time passes before she finally replies:

Her - Did I? Hmm, I don't remember saying that.

Ah, you back out on your word?

Her - No, I was about to call you right now, ha. You texted as I was about to press send.

Right. Anyway, how's your shoulder?

Her - Pretty much the same.

Does it still hurt?

Her - You know, I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself.

Sure, but that's not what I asked. Answer my question, please? - I don't want to sound too demanding but her shoulder looked pretty bad the last time I saw her.

Her - It still hurts, I'm strong though, I can handle pain.

It's not about handing pain, it's about taking care of your health.

Her- Again, you don't know me, I don't know you. Why do you care so much about my health?

I told you I am a doctor, saving lives is my duty, including yours.

Her - It's just a bruised shoulder Dr. Frankenstein, chill.

I laughed at her remark, she is witty.

From the book or the movies?

Her - The book, of course. The movies are an insult to the book.

Ah, you are a fan of Mary Shelly, then?

Her - No, just that book. :)

Interesting. Hey! Don't change the subject. You need to get the shoulder checked out.

Her - Ah, I almost got away with it! I can't, I told you, I don't like hospitals.

Why?

Her- Wow! Nosey much? I don't even know you and you're already trying to get me to spill my secrets?

How dare I! We don't even know each other's names! What was I thinking!

Her - Lol, I know yours, Dr. Frankenstein. ;P

But I don't know yours?

Right then I had an idea, obviously, my fingers were faster than my mind.

Again with the distraction? I'm really concerned about your shoulder, let me take a look at it. - It's worth a shot, right?

Her - Nothing gets past you, huh?

She didn't reply to my actual question so I texted her again.

Meet me tomorrow?

Her - Why?

Because I need to look at your shoulder, just as a doctor. I promise no hospitals or clinics involved.

Her - And if I say no?

I might have to come by your house and see it there.

Her - Fine. Where do you want to meet?

The coffee shop on Monroe St. in downtown, tomorrow at noon?

Her - Alright, see you then.

See ya!

I was internally jumping for joy, and smiling like an idiot. The thought of seeing her again made me anxious in a good way, like my chest was going to leap out of my heart and my insides would turn outside. This isn't a date, right? It's just me, a doctor, trying to help a patient who happens to have a hospital phobia.

It then occurred to me that the only time we saw each other was during the night, tomorrow we would see each other for the first time during broad daylight. What if she didn't like me? Most importantly, did I want her to like me?

Oh, God. Why do I feel like this?

Y/N's POV

"Who are you texting?" I hear him ask.

"Jacqueline." I lie.

During the first year of marriage, our phones didn't have a password. I don't remember exactly what it was, but the main argument was that there needed to be transparency for a relationship to work. At some point he added a password to his phone, which he gave to me, stating he just needed privacy from everyone else, but I was always welcome to go through his phone, my phone remained the same as before. But for some reason, now seemed like a good time to add a password.

He never checked my phone and I never checked his, so this should work.

"I'm adding a password to my phone," I added nonchalantly, "It's the same as yours."

He kept his eyes on his phone and hummed.

What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?

I decided not to drive that night, and thankfully I was on my period so there was no unpleasant encounter. Staring up at the dark ceiling I began to think of what I would say tomorrow to get away for some time to get my shoulder checked. Luck had been on my side because no one had discovered my shoulder or known about my accident, not even my brother. I felt excited to sneak out tomorrow, that was the thrill I missed from my younger days. Doing things I knew I probably shouldn't do and hoping not to get caught, in any other world I would compare it in some way to Romeo and Juliet, only in this story, Juliet was in a loveless marriage locked down by the chains of society and the guy she was sneaking out to see was not her lover, but a very caring and extremely handsome doctor.

I smiled at the notion, and quickly enough darkness fell over me.