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Min's Dental and Hope Children's Clinic are situated in the G floor (though it's technically the basement floor) of the Mediplex building; a building full of a variety of clinics, from beauty to dental to eye. It is directly connected to the subway with a special walkway for easy access. The building is open for service from 8 am to as late as midnight for cosmetic clinics and their customers who want to stay hidden. As it is not a hospital, but several independent businesses, working hours are entirely up to the doctors. Both Min's Dental and Hope Children's Clinic are open for the first appointment from 9 am to 5 pm, with Sundays off.
On a particular Saturday, Chaeyoung who works front desk at the nearby cosmetic clinic claims to have seen Dr. Min taking several bags of trash out to the dumpster behind the building at around thirty minutes after five. Throwing out trash in itself isn't weird, all the doctors are required to do so at the end of the day, but no dental clinic would ever produce that much amount of garbage in one day even if that day was fully booked with appointments. Some people conspired that Dr. Min brings trash from home to throw away here since it's more convenient, some say that he orders coffee and takeouts for himself a lot, resulting in a pile of waste containers, though he somehow manages to stay quite thin.
Yoongi throws the trash into the dumpster with a huff, careful not to touch the bag full of soiled diapers too much in case there are any sudden leakages. That done, he makes his way back to his clinic where he slips off his coat and stuffs it into his backpack, switching off all the lights and locking up. It's a Saturday, and a few clinics are still open for possible patients that didn't book an appointment; emergencies. He bows to a few people he makes eye contact with along the way to the subway, where Hoseok is standing idly, scrolling through his phone.
He jolts when Yoongi pokes him lightly at the waist before they both make their way to the platform.
It's fairly dark out by the time they exit the subway station. They just have to walk through one street before they reach their apartment.
Hoseok finally speaks once they're in the elevator on their way up to their apartment, "Tomorrow's a day off."
"It is," Yoongi confirms.
"Do you wanna wake up late with me?"
Yoongi grins, "Have I ever said no to that?"
Hoseok chuckles as a hand slides up to rest on his waist, "You have a point." It's quiet before he teases, "Someone's eager."
Yoongi frowns, "You suggested the idea."
"Because you were kind enough to throw away my trash for me," Hoseok chirps, turning his head to kiss Yoongi's cheek.
They part when the elevator comes to a stop, Hoseok almost exiting as soon as the door opens before Yoongi pulls him back by the wrist as a woman enters. "One more floor."
Yoongi parrots Hoseok's words as soon as they're out of the elevator, "Someone's eager."
"Shut up," Hoseok shoves Yoongi lightly with a laugh, but leads him into their apartment by his hand as soon as they punch the code in and unlock the door.
Yoongi can see Hoseok's ring glisten when he rests his bag on the floor with the hand that's not holding Yoongi's, before he turns to urge him to do the same with the backpack slung on his shoulder.
"Someone's very eager," Yoongi jokes.
"God," Hoseok throws his head back with a laugh as he drags Yoongi into their bedroom with his hand, "Please shut up before I change my mind." But he's already pushing Yoongi until his back hits the bed softly.
"I'm quiet," Yoongi says, "I'm quiet."
Hoseok chuckles as he hovers over him, "Good." He leans down to brush their lips together, soft at first. Yoongi runs his hand through Hoseok's hair, his silver ring a slight contrast against the dark strands. He sighs when he feels Hoseok loosen his tie, unbuttoning the top button to latch his lips onto his neck, softly nibbling the skin there.
"Whose turn was it last time?" Hoseok murmurs against Yoongi's neck.
"Mine," Yoongi answers, his breath stuttering as Hoseok's hands roam.
"Do you want me then?"
Yoongi laughs, "Always."
A loud alarm sound suddenly blares from Yoongi's pocket. He lets go of Hoseok's waist to fish out his phone, grumbling when he sees the screen still dark before he reaches down to pull out the clinic's phone, where "Jeon Jungkook" lights up brightly against his squinting eyes.
"Min's Dental," Yoongi answers with his usual professional voice and Hoseok muffles a laugh into his neck. It tickles.
"Dr. Min! Do you have any free slots tomorrow?" Kim Namjoon's devastated voice rings into his ear. Hoseok hesitates above him, but ducks back down to softly kiss along the column of Yoongi's throat when Yoongi encourages him.
"We're closed on Sundays, Namjoon-ssi." Yoongi answers, carding his free hand through Hoseok's hair.
"Ah, really?" Namjoon suddenly panics, "Do you know any other place that's open tomorrow? It's Jungkook...he's..."
"Is he okay?" Yoongi asks warily.
"He has this toothache, and it's been getting worse since this afternoon." Namjoon says, "I thought it was because of his new teeth growing, but he said it really hurts." Jungkook's pained cries can suddenly be heard through the line, and Yoongi sits up abruptly, gently pushing Hoseok's shoulder.
Hoseok immediately shifts off of him, looking over with worried eyes as Yoongi gets up to make his way to his desk, "Can you tell me where specifically does it hurt?"
He can hear Namjoon faintly asking his son, who garbles something out in response, before he comes back to answer, "He said it's the ones at the back. The molars?"
"Right," Yoongi sighs, pinching his temple, "I uh- I can make an exception and open the clinic tomorrow morning if you're available. The earliest I can do is around nine, is that alright for you?"
"Really? That'd be perfect!" Namjoon sounds like he's finally found a ray of hope.
Yoongi grimaces when he hears another loud cry from Jungkook, "Have you given him any painkillers? Paracetamol?"
"Oh, uh, no," Yoongi gapes at the answer, "how much should I give him?"
"Um," Yoongi lowers the phone from his ear and turns to Hoseok, "Seok, how much para for a four year old?"
"Half a tablet," Hoseok answers as he straightens his clothes.
"Half a tablet," Yoongi says into the phone, "you can give him another half if the pain comes back after four hours."
"Right, I'll do that," Namjoon affirms, "Thank you so much doctor. I'm so sorry for troubling you."
"It's no problem," Yoongi assures him, "I'll see you and Jungkook tomorrow then. Goodnight."
He solemnly turns to Hoseok as he rests his phone down on the desk, "I have to get up early tomorrow. Kid got a bad toothache. Probably a tooth decay."
Hoseok sighs, "Oh well. This will have to wait then."
"Sorry," Yoongi whispers as he reaches for Hoseok's hand, "I know it's been a while."
Hoseok shakes his head, "It's not your fault. Besides," He reaches out to stroke Yoongi's cheek, "You can still come back and sleep in with me tomorrow."
"Yeah," Yoongi turns to kiss Hoseok's palm, "we'll do that."
Hoseok leans down to brush his lips over Yoongi's temple, planting soft little kisses until the crease there smooths out before he pulls away, "I'm gonna go shower."
"Have fun," Yoongi blurts out, and his husband snorts.
"Namjoon-ssi," Yoongi crosses his arms, "how much sugar does Jungkook eat in a day?"
The other man ducks his head down sheepishly, his son clung to his right leg with a purple balloon poodle in his arm. Yoongi had to fill in two cavities at the very back of his mouth using energy purely from his one large iced americano.
"I know it seems ridiculous, but it's really not that much!" Namjoon whines, "Sometimes we do get extra baked goods from the bakery since they like Jungkook, but I swear I don't let him eat them all!"
"Be sure to monitor him when he's brushing his teeth then." Yoongi crouches down so that he's level with Jungkook, "Kook-ah, when you brush your teeth, you really have to focus on the guys at the back, okay? Else it'll hurt again."
Jungkook nods shyly.
"I'll be more careful with him in the future," Namjoon says, voice filled with guilt as he softly strokes his son's hair, "he's a handful to take care of by myself."
Yoongi gulps, "I see." Maybe he shouldn't be too harsh on Namjoon. "Take care." He smiles. Jungkook smiles back.
"You know," Hoseok murmurs from beneath the sheets once Yoongi changes out of his work clothes, "throughout my whole life, I've never had any of my wisdom teeth removed, and I'm still living perfectly fine."
Yoongi snorts, "Maybe you'd be living better if you don't have five hundred teeth in your dumb mouth."
"Whatever, overpriced teeth knocker."
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "I take it you don't want to cuddle, then."
"Fuck you, yes I do," Hoseok's head pops out from under the covers as he reaches for Yoongi at the edge of the bed, "come here."
Yoongi lets himself be dragged across the mattress until Hoseok snuggles into his chest. "Hey sleepy," He ducks down to kiss the top of Hoseok's head, "tired?'
He can feel Hoseok shake his head before he tilts his head up, puckering his lips, "Kiss?"
And when has Yoongi ever denied that, throughout the years that they've been together?
Hoseok likes to kiss Yoongi's nose, Yoongi likes to kiss up Hoseok's jaw. It never seems to get old. Though it may not be as zinging as it was when they first dated in college, these touches now come with a sense of security and comfort that's just irreplaceable.
"Hyung," Hoseok whispers against Yoongi's lips, more breathless, "Hyung, you wanna...?"
Yoongi nods as his hands drift lower until they rest on-
The sound of the doorbell startle the both of them and Hoseok accidentally bites down onto Yoongi's bottom lip a little too hard.
Yoongi hisses out a pained breath as he glares down at Hoseok who has an apologetic yet cheeky look on his face.
He complains during his whole trip to the front door, turning to flip Hoseok off once through the open door before he reaches the monitor. His expression changes at the sight of the boy on the screen, "Jimin?"
"Hey hyung," Jimin greets with a pained smile, "are you busy?"
Yoongi wants to say yes, he really wants to, but he sighs, "Give me a sec. I don't have pants on."
"It's Jimin," Yoongi says to Hoseok once he notices his husband pouting at the sight of him pulling on a pair of pants.
"Tell him to come back later," Hoseok whines.
"It's not like I want to get blue-balled twice in a row," Yoongi mutters, "he looks upset."
At that, Hoseok springs up from the bed too.
"Does the whole row ache, or is it a tooth in particular?" Yoongi asks as he tries to fix his sleep-addled hair.
"It's the few ones at the back," Jimin pokes at the area in question through his cheek with his fingers, "both the bottom and top."
Yoongi hums, "Sit down," he strides to the drawer near the sink, grabbing a clean dental mirror before he comes to stand at Jimin's side, "open." The younger boy complies.
Yoongi tilts Jimin's head up with a soft push at his chin, "How long has it been hurting?"
"A few weeks," Jimin manages with his mouth still wide open.
Something pokes Yoongi's cheek, and he turns to let Hoseok slide his glasses onto his nose. So that's why it was hard to see.
"Do any of your family have that habit of grinding their teeth when they sleep?" Yoongi asks once his instruments leave Jimin's mouth.
Jimin shakes his head, "Not that I can think of. Why?"
"The crowns of your teeth are a bit damaged," Yoongi explains, "it's not that serious though."
"I see," Jimin nods, "what should I do?"
"Do you have any exams coming up, Jimin-ah?" Yoongi asks instead.
Jimin's eyes widen at that, "...How did you know?"
"Some people grind their teeth in their sleep when they're stressed," His voice drops to a softer tone, "are you okay?"
"Ah, so that's what it is," Jimin smiles and rubs the back of his head, "I didn't know it'd make my teeth ache too."
"Hey," Yoongi pulls Jimiin up until he's standing and opens his arms.
Jimin seems confused, "Hyung?"
"He's offering you a hug," Hoseok whispers, although all of them can hear it, "you know how rare this is."
"Oh," Jimin's face lights up, "Oh," he walks into Yoongi's arms, and Hoseok comes up to envelope him from behind.
"Take it easy sometime, okay?" Yoongi whispers, "We're always here if you need."
"Thank you hyung, really," Jimin says once they've pulled away, "how much would that be-"
Yoongi interrupts him with the loudest disgruntled noise, "Don't you dare pull your wallet out, kid. It was a hug."
"He thinks you're a hug prostitute or something," Hoseok jokes.
"Very funny sweetheart, that's hilarious," Yoongi deadpans, "I'll leave the divorce papers on the table."
Jimin laughs at that, and his smile this time actually reaches his eyes. He pats Yoongi's shoulder before he leaves with a new bottle of painkillers.
"How do your balls feel?" Hoseok asks once Jimin has left.
"Times like this make me reconsider my life choices," Yoongi hangs his head lowly and Hoseok laughs at his despair, "maybe I should've quit dentistry and go make music before it was too late."
"Hey," Hoseok ruffles his hair, "what would poor little Jungkook and Jimin do without you?" He cups Yoongi's cheeks, the ring cold against his skin, "It's like you forget sometimes that you're helping so many people out."
Yoongi reaches up to grasp Hoseok's hand, fingers reaching to trace the little sun engraved on Hoseok's ring out of habit. "Well, I have you here to remind me, don't I?"
"Yeah," Hoseok smiles and tilts Yoongi's face closer, "yeah, you do."