Baekhyun and Chanyeol (baeconandeggs) wrote,
Baekhyun and Chanyeol


Prompt #: 171
Title: Recovery
Word Counts: 2895
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: R-16
Warning(s): strong language, implied sexual situations
Disclaimer: The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: With his co-nurse needing to take a vacation leave from work, Nurse Byun Baekhyun needs to step up and take care of the patients left behind. Unfortunately, one of them just happens to be a bored out of his mind Park Chanyeol.
Author's Note: I’m not familiar with the hospital procedures in South Korea so I’m basing this off the experience I’ve had in my own country.

He had never been so bored in his life.

Considering the events that led to his boredom though, this moment should have been the farthest from being boring. Instead, he was stuck in a hospital bed, with no visitors and nothing left to do but to re-count the tiles on the ceiling.

He was on the 7th tile from the right when he heard the door to his room slide open. Looking towards the entrance, his brow rose to his hairline, having never seen the brunette coming in.

“Mr. Park Chanyeol?”

Observing the brunette for a few seconds, Chanyeol came to the conclusion that he was probably a nurse filling in for whatever reason his usual nurse couldn’t be here.

“That’s me,” he responded, taking note of everything from the top of the brunette’s head to the bottom of his spotless white sneakers.

“I will be your nurse from now on. I’m Nurse Byun Baekhyun, but you can just call me Nurse Baekhyun. Your old nurse will be unable to attend to you for the rest of your stay as he had to go back home to his grandmother to take care of her. Now that I’m your nurse, there will be no funny business coming from you, is that understood?”

Well that certainly explained it. Nurse Do may not have helped quench his boredom, but he certainly wasn’t as much of a hot-head as his new nurse.

“Well then I’ll be in your good hands!” Chanyeol responded, sliding so he could somewhat sit up as the nurse made his way towards him after checking the clipboard at the foot of his bed.

“I’ll just be taking your vitals for now and I’ll be back later with your lunch and daily dose of painkillers.”

“Alright!” Chanyeol said, a huge grin plastered on his face.

Just as Baekhyun was making his way out the door, he turned back around, a muddled look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Nurse Baekhyun?”

Humming, Baekhyun responded, “Oh no it’s nothing. Nurse Do just warned me that you might give me some trouble as your new nurse, but I think he misjudged you. Keep this up and we won’t be having any problems. I’ll be back later, Mr. Park.”

As the door was slid closed behind the brunette, Chanyeol couldn’t help the smirk growing on his face. Looks like I’ll be having more fun with my new nurse, thought Chanyeol, placing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes.

He could definitely have more fun with the gullible nurse.


“Honestly, Mr. Park! I was told you were stabbed, but I didn’t know it ran so deep that even the muscles in your hand were damaged,” Baekhyun grumbled, cleaning up the mess Chanyeol was making as he ate his lunch.

“My apologies, Nurse Baekhyun! It’s just that whenever I lift or pull my arm a certain way, I feel my side being stretched and I feel the pain all over again,” Chanyeol apologized, putting on his sincerest mask.

Sighing, Baekhyun put the dirtied cloth elsewhere, taking the spoon from Chanyeol’s hand before scooping food from the plate and placing it in front of the patient’s mouth.

“Well then you should have asked me to assist you earlier before making a mess of yourself!”

Smiling, he took the spoon in his mouth, making the effort to smile as he pulled away.

“I’m so lucky I have such a nice nurse!” Chanyeol grinned, allowing a small amount of the soup from his mouth spill out as he said this.

“MR. PARK! You’re a 28 year-old man! You should know better than to speak with food still in your mouth! I expected so much more from a cop, especially one who was being called a hero when he first entered this place!”

Licking his mouth clean of the remnants of food, Chanyeol responded, “Well, I must have taken more damage than I thought from stopping that robbery. Tell me, Nurse Baekhyun, how brave do you think I am for pulling off such a heroic—”

“I think it was an utterly stupid thing to do. Not only did you try to stop the robbery without any back-up, you did so without preparing your own gun. How brave do I think you are? You’re not brave. You were a reckless idiot for doing such a thing. Honestly, is blind courage all they teach you at the police academy?”

Noticing how silent Chanyeol had been throughout his whole tirade, Baekhyun finally looked down to the cop in front of him. Chanyeol had his head bent down and was holding his hands together, and from the looks of it, he was gripping his hands tightly.

Going through what he had just said, Baekhyun opened his mouth, prepared to at least take back how he had said what he wanted to say, when Chanyeol beat him to it.

“I guess that was pretty reckless of me, wasn’t it? Hahaha, well you would do pretty stupid things too if you were in love, right Nurse Baek?” Chanyeol said, smiling up at his nurse.

Flabbergasted at the sudden remark, Baekhyun picked up the tray and quickly stood up from his seat.

“Then you must be a fool!”

Before Baekhyun shut the door behind him, he threw back a “And don’t call me Baek!” as he swiftly shut the door.

So all it takes are a few cheesy lines and a nickname to throw you off? Time to step up your game, Byun Baekhyun, Chanyeol thought, chuckling to himself at his nurse’s reaction.

A fool, huh?


A few days and hundreds of pick-up lines later, Baekhyun had just had about enough of Park Chanyeol. Abusing his position as a patient was one thing, completely teasing the hell out of him was another.

“You know Baek, with how short you are, you’d have to tiptoe to kiss me. Well, I could just lean down and kiss you but I’d probably grow into a hunchback if I kept doing that. Have you ever thought about wearing heels—”

Forcing the spoon of hot soup into Chanyeol’s mouth was the only way he saw to make the cop shut up.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that! And I’m your nurse, so address me as such!”

Putting on a pout, Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster.

“If you were really my nurse, would you really have burnt my tongue like that?” Chanyeol said, adding a sniff to his whole act.

Gulping, Baekhyun put down the spoon and passed the glass of water to him.

“Here. If you had just addressed me properly and treated me right then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Passing the glass back to Baekhyun, Chanyeol looked impassively at the brunette.


Humming, Chanyeol tilted his head. “I just never realized you were so serious about this.”

“Well of course I would! I’m a nurse of this proud institution and as such I—”

“If you wanted to be so kinky with me, all you had to do was say so, Baek. I mean shoving a spoon in my mouth? I’m not really the bottom type, but if it would get you to loosen up, I wouldn’t mind shoving your dick down my throat.”

Stilling his shaking hand enough to set the glass down properly, Baekhyun avoided looking at Chanyeol. The latter thought it was cute how the nurse was literally shaking with anger. What Chanyeol did not know was that Baekhyun was not shaking from anger, but rather, was shivering from the images that popped in his head.

He had long been trying to hide from the images his primal instincts were sending to the forefront of his brain, especially with how appealing Chanyeol looked in hospital gowns. His patient was a looker, and he knew that if he spent more than a second thinking about it, it would lead him astray from doing his responsibilities as a nurse. Chanyeol constantly telling him pick-up lines was something he could file as a joke in the back of his mind, but this was the first time the giant had ever implied having sexual activities in his numerous jokes.

As much as Baekhyun wanted to deny it, he hoped that it was not a joke and that Chanyeol would make good on his threats and fuck him to next week.

Without saying another word, Baekhyun picked up the tray and made his way out of the room, slamming the door harder than he had meant to.

Amused by the brunette’s reaction, Chanyeol decided to take the notepad on his bedside and list down a few more rated r comments Chanyeol had been holding back.

“I’ll make sure to bring up the whole “address me appropriately” matter next time,” Chanyeol snickered, writing down as many of the sinful thoughts his brain kept popping up.


“Have you ever tried on the female counterpart to your uniform?” Chanyeol asked calmly, trying to picture Baekhyun in a tight white skirt, preferably shorter than the usual uniform so he could see up said cloth.

Dropping the pen in his hand, Baekhyun cursed under his breath, bending down to pick up the writing instrument and going back to recording Chanyeol’s vitals.

“I mean, you certainly have the ass to fill out the skirt.”

Grabbing and trying to hide his backside from Chanyeol’s teasing eyes, Baekhyun walked backwards before rushing out of the room yet again.


Moving his head left and right, Chanyeol waited as Baekhyun went through the lab results that had been delivered to the former’s room.

“You’ve been pretty quiet lately. I mean, your reactions are still priceless, but I haven’t heard any of your usual snarky responses. Cat got your tongue?”

“I must say, for such a deep cut, it seems to be healing quite nicely, Mr. Park,” Baekhyun said, ignoring Chanyeol’s jabs.

This wasn’t the first time that Baekhyun had avoided acknowledging Chanyeol. Deciding to take a different route, Chanyeol decided to bring up something that had been eating away at him.

“You mean the cut I got for being a fool?”

Blinking, Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol before replying, “Ah, yes,” flinching as he realized how he had just said that. Waiting for another jab, Baekhyun turned back to the file in front of him.

“I would think being in this kind of job, you would understand the need and want to help people out.”

Putting the file back in the case at the foot of the bed, Baekhyun answered, “I do, but not just anyone can become nurse. You have to go through a lot of preparation to get there, such as med school, and even then you might still be unprepared for what can happen.”

“Cops go through preparation too. Not just anyone can become a cop.”

“Yes, but obviously they don’t filter everyone who comes from the police academy to check if there are any who should be put back in there. You can’t just charge into things blind, without knowing what the repercussions could be!”

“And if it was indeed for love?”

Scoffing, Baekhyun responded, “I doubt there was actually someone you were doing this for. You wouldn’t be so bored here if there was anyone like that. Surely they would have visited you by now if there were, and even if there was someone, you would still be a fool nonetheless.”

“And why is that?” He was finally getting something from the brunette, something similar as to the first time he had said something cheesy to him, or the first time he had mentioned something dirty. He was finally getting something real from Baekhyun again.

“Because love is the epitome of being a fool. If you go into it blind, you just end up getting hurt far worse than you could have ever imagined, and what’s worse is that you have no one else to blame but yourself. Only you put yourself in that kind of situation.”

Without knowing it, Baekhyun and Chanyeol had been looking into each other’s eyes, something raw and unhindered evident in both their eyes.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be able to leave soon, Mr. Park.”

With that, Baekhyun left and slid the door closed behind him.

It was a day prior to Chanyeol’s release and Baekhyun was making his second to the last check on the giant, neither saying much to the other through the entire ordeal. That is with the exception for the things Baekhyun was required to say as Chanyeol’s nurse.

“Okay, now lift your arm,” Baekhyun instructed, readying the BP machine he had brought with him and sticking the thermometer into Chanyeol.

Baekhyun was bothered as to how Chanyeol was so quiet and simply continued to stare at the wall behind Baekhyun, almost as if he was making the effort not to even lay eyes on the brunette. He would never admit it out loud, and most definitely would never admit it if he was ever asked, but he missed the teases and the jabs. He missed Chanyeol focusing solely on him, even if he was the only other person in the room. It meant something before, Baekhyun just wasn’t sure what to call it, and he wasn’t out to name it now, especially as Chanyeol still had one more day to go as his patient.

“Looks like everything’s normal and since there are no more complications, your release for tomorrow is almost at a 100%. We just need to keep you for one more night then you’re good to go.”

Just as Baekhyun was getting ready to leave the room, he had heard a mumble, but wasn’t able to pick it up as he wasn’t focused on listening in on anything.

“Did you say something?”

Baekhyun observed Chanyeol, who was still staring at the wall opposite him. The former ignored the slight pang he felt in his chest before turning around and heading towards the door.

“I said, are you sure you’re satisfied with one night?”

Stopping in his tracks, Baekhyun was slightly terrified to turn around, fearing that he might have just imagined Chanyeol speaking to him if the giant was still staring at that blasted wall.

“Quite frankly, one night with me and you’ll never want to leave my bed. Though of course, one night will be hardly enough. I think a week in my bed should get out all the kinks before we start thinking long-term.”

Baekhyun refused to turn around, but he did respond before making his way out of the room.

“As if you had the stamina to last a week when you couldn’t even dodge a single blade.”

The last thing Baekhyun heard was Chanyeol chuckling, his laughter adding to the furious blush running rampant through Baekhyun’s system.


On his last day at the hospital, Chanyeol was actually kind of sad to leave. Sure it started out quite boring, but it certainly got a lot more interesting after that slow start.

Doctors and other nurses had stopped by his room to check that he was good to go and to congratulate him again for stopping the robbery. As much as he appreciated the attention, he only wanted to see one nurse, and the attention of that one nurse was the only one that mattered.

About to give up and pick up his bags to go, a brunette came sliding through Chanyeol’s open doors.

“I-I’m sorry! There was a long line at the bus station and the line at the shop didn’t help. I don’t understand why so many people would be interested in buying flowers today,” Baekhyun grumbled, trying to fix up his messy façade.

At the mention of flowers, Chanyeol finally took notice of the bouquet in the brunette’s left hand.

“Those for me?”

Finally having caught his breathe, Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol before looking down at the bouquet he was holding, then looked up at Chanyeol again, his cheeks tinted a slight red.


A wide grin burst unto Chanyeol’s face, taking the bouquet from Baekhyun.

“Didn’t know you cared so much,” he snickered.

“It’s part of my job to care! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be lying on that bed, on the brink of dying of boredom!”

Laughing out loud, Chanyeol’s deep bass tone rang through the room, and through Baekhyun’s lithe body as well.

“Well, thank you, Baek. You were one hell of a nurse. Should I ever need one again, I’ll make sure to come to you. Next time though, make sure you wear the skirt,” Chanyeol said, winking at the brunette then chuckling right afterwards as the brunette flushed, embarrassment evident on his face.

“Just so you know, I won’t be doing it for free!”

Transferring the bouquet to his hand that was holding his suitcase, Chanyeol wrapped his free arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder.

“Then how about I get started on paying you back for nursing me back to health for the past few days? I know this great donut shop a few blocks from here.”

Baekhyun could only remark on how big Chanyeol’s belly would be if he continued to feast on donuts like other cops as they both made their way through the door, neither one closing it as they made their way out of the hospital.

Tags: [round 2] posting day 8, rating: nc-17, word count: -5000
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