This grew on a stupid idea of mine, don't point out medical inaccuracies please xD

TW for actual smut towards the end and medical anal fingering before that

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Mingi curled up on the passenger seat, groaning. When he weakly reached out to clutch at San's sleeve, the man threw him a concerned glance.

"Deep breathing, Mingi! Just a few more minutes now!" In full focus, the man stared at the street. They sped down the highway straight to the hospital, their hurry alone alerting the surrounding drivers of an emergency.

Weakly, Mingi tightened his fingers around the ugly printed shirt. His head throbbed, and he felt his pulse in his every pore. Any traffic light would envy his redness.

"San, I don't think I can take this... Maybe dying is the better solution," he heaved. With a squeak, San released one hand from the wheel to wrap it around Mingi's trembling fingers. They held onto each other with clammy skin.

"No! We're nearly there. You can do this! Pull yourself together!"

Mingi whined into his side, but retreated. In the same breakneck tempo, San raced down their turn. With squeaking tires, he pulled into a parking spot. When he lurched in his seat, Mingi let out a muffled groan. Instantly, a shower of apologies and promises that it would be better soon rained upon Mingi.

Forgetting to put on his jacket, San ran around the car to open the door for Mingi. He helped the tall man out of his seat by slinging his arm around his shoulder. Pitiful, Mingi leaned on his smaller friend. The few people milling around the hospital entrance sent them curious looks. A kid in a wheelchair pointed at them and asked his mother something. She passed it on to the next person, and they hurried inside the building.

San just finished locking the car when the onlooker from earlier returned with medical staff. The young woman wore the blue uniform of the hospital and a white facemask around her neck as she approached them. Routinely, her eyes skimmed over Mingi and searched him for injuries.

"Sirs? Is there an emergency?"

With a frantic nod, San dragged Mingi along. The redhead could barely speak, just dragging his feet alongside the man. His face was buried in the crook of his friend's neck, not looking up even when the nurse tapped his shoulder worriedly.

"He has a fridge magnet stuck in his butt, please help," San deadpanned. A long moment of silence followed. Every second passing had Mingi cringe harder. He was sure that the whole parking lot had overheard that and judged over him by now.

Oh, how he just wanted the ground to swallow him. He would become the devil's personal pet if that saved him from this disgrace.

"Understood. Please follow me, we will administer you into the emergency admission."

Mingi didn't know if he wanted to kiss her for her professionalism or if her cold, detached voice made it all the worse. He wanted to go home and cry, as he had been doing for the past two hours in which San and he had panicked.

Though he was in no severe pain, Mingi limped along delicately. He feared pushing their old and beloved Monsters, Inc. Fridge magnet any further into his guts if he made a single wrong step. Any mishap could end in pain and surgery, and Mingi feared nothing more than surgeries. Hospitals were a close second. It had taken San forever to explain that it was better to go see a doctor now than wait for longer and risk surgery. Mingi hadn't been able to argue with that.

With pitiful sniffs, Mingi shuffled along with San. His embarrassment was likely visible to every single person they passed, to patients, paramedics, and hospital staff. They all had to know.

Mingi wanted to die. He clutched San's tiny waist tighter, nearly crushing the man in his grip.

"You'll be fine, Mingles, we can do this," San murmured in an endless litany. If he weren't there to talk, Mingi probably would have just died in the darkness of his room so nobody would ever know. The world had to remember Mingi for his swag and nonchalance. Not for a magnet.

They entered the emergency department slowly. Mingi couldn't bear to peer around and see what the other people were here for. Various groans and whispered conversations came from the beds.

The nurse pointed them to an unoccupied bed.

"Please wait here. I will send a doctor over."

She marched off right away, disappearing swiftly in the groups of people. With a groan, Mingi sat down on the bed to bury his face in his hands. His skin was scorching hot.

San helplessly patted his shoulder.

"It's fine, you'll be out in no time."

Mingi rubbed his eyes that already felt raw.

"And then I have to move cities, no, countries, so nobody will ever know. You can tell my mom I died a mysterious death."

A voice behind them interrupted their scheming.

"Now, now, we are trying to let nobody die today. I hope you two won't break that record."

A male voice. Mingi breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe a man was easier to deal with and would understand better. In his current fragile state of mind, Mingi didn't need to hear that this was why women lived longer. He knew.

Mingi pushed his messy hair back when the person rounded the bed to greet them. A miserable attempt at order.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Jeong Yunho. You seem close in age, you can call me Yunho." While he gave San his hand, Mingi's eyes dragged up his legs. And they trailed on forever.

The doctor wore his white coat open over his dark blue hospital uniform. Long legs curved into broad shoulders on a tall man. Kind and attentive eyes regarded Mingi.

"You must be the patient?"

He stretched his hand out for Mingi to take.

Mingi was still busy gawking at his handsome features and the soft black hair that fell into his forehead.

San took hold of Mingi's hand to give it to the man. Long and elegant fingers held Mingi's that were probably still smeared with the grease from the pizza they had earlier. Wincing, Mingi shook his hand. Yunho's grip was gentle.

"Y-Yes, I'm Mingi."

"Nice to meet you, Mingi. Could you tell me what the problem is?"

Yunho let go of him to pull over the rolling stool nearby. Even sitting down, his height was impressive and towered over Mingi's slumped form.

God, this made things worse. Now Mingi had to explain himself also to a hot doctor. How didn't he evaporate from heat yet?

Mingi mumbled something into his chest. With a question burning in his eyes, Yunho leaned closer. Mingi got a faint whiff of cologne on him, not too overbearing but adding only to his attractiveness.

It was time for an emergency commando. Mingi needed special forces to jump through the windows and get him out right now. His mission tilted dangerously.

With a deep breath, Mingi spoke again. San the little traitor had fallen silent and just watched on with a smirk from the sidelines.

"I have a magnet stuck in my anus," Mingi said with as much dignity as possible. He swallowed when he saw Yunho's lips twitch into a disbelieving smile for a mere second. Quickly, he schooled his expression back to medical professionalism.

"Are you in pain?"

Mingi swiftly shook his head. When Yunho gestured for him to lie down, Mingi hurried to kick his unlaced boots off and stretch out. Nervously, he played with his hands on his stomach while Yunho spoke into the mobile radio he carried on his belt.

"Nurse Oh, please provide me with all means for a rectal foreign body removal procedure at station seven."

The title of his emergency alone had Mingi cringe. San chuckled into his fist but covered it up with a cough.

While they were waiting, Yunho tried to cheer Mingi up with a smile.

"What happened for something like a magnet to end up there? And don't tell me you fell. I know every excuse."

"Walt Disney came by in person and asked me for my favourite movie. When I said it was Finding Nemo he forced it in as punishment," Mingi declared weakly.

Yunho hid his laughter behind his hand. His smile was pretty and infected Mingi into a weak grin.

"Fine, I haven't heard that one before. Consider me impressed. I can be lucky I'm not trying to find Nemo today, hm?"

Giggles burst from Mingi. When he waved his hands around embarrassedly, some tension had already lifted from him. Yunho regarded him with an amused grin.

"It was actually this asshole's fault. He challenged me." With a judging finger, Mingi pointed at San. The man pretended to be deeply offended and surprised.

"Me? I never said to shove a damn magnet up your ass!"

"You called my bottoming abilities weak! See, I was trying to prove to him I could take a whole monster."

Yunho had to cough into his fist so his laughter wouldn't echo through the entire room. Mingi would have loved it if it did. The man was drop-dead gorgeous when laughing, and Mingi had forgotten all prior horror. His new mission was to make this pretty doctor laugh some more.

"So you used the magnet, got it. By any means, it seems like he won." Yunho turned his mischievous grin at San. The man scoffed.

"Did he, though? It landed him in the hospital so I'm not too convinced. Shouldn't a good bottom be able to avoid that?"

Mingi was seconds away from jumping the man to wrestle him to the ground. The appearance of the nurse stopped him, however, and made Mingi fall quiet. A furious blush crept into his cheeks. Yunho still regarded him with a mild expression.

The nurse readied a platter with a pair of long tweezers, a bottle of lube, latex gloves that Yunho instantly took to snap onto his fingers, and some more things that made Mingi queasy just looking at. With a harsh swallow, he averted his gaze. Fidgeting, he awaited orders.

"Mingi, I'll need you to undress from your waist down and get on your hands and knees. San, would you mind waiting over there?" While the nurse pulled the curtain around the bed shut, Yunho nodded at the waiting area nearby. With a nod, San gave Mingi a thumbs up and a wink before he strutted off.

Mingi glanced at the nurse shyly. When she busied herself with their setup only, he tried to breathe and unwind. Carefully, he hooked his thumbs under his grey sweatpants he had thrown on in a hurry. He wore no underwear underneath since he had been scared it could further make things worse.

Yunho put his pants aside as Mingi rolled around. Once he had got in his humiliating position, Yunho's fingertips fleetingly touched his waist to move him over.

"Please face in that direction, yes. Your feet will be more comfortable hanging over the edge."

Guided by the muttered orders and plastic-clad hands, Mingi finally settled in the right spot. His skin burned where Yunho had touched him. When he remembered what he was here for, Mingi let his head hang and gulped. The exposure was horrible.

"How large is the magnet?"

Mingi's ears twitched at the sound of lube squirting from the bottle. For a moment, the doctor spread it on his hands as he awaited a reply.

"About five centimetres in length I think. But it slipped in so far that I couldn't find it anymore."

"I will insert my fingers, please don't startle."

At Mingi's weak nod, Yunho placed one hand on his butt to spread him further open. The second one spread lube over Mingi's entrance, making him bite his lips in shame.

When Yunho's finger slipped inside, Mingi nearly choked on the moan that he bit back in the last second. A pretty doctor's hands on him were a fantasy Mingi never knew he had. He let his head hang when Yunho took extra time and care to penetrate him slowly.

"You didn't do a very good job at opening yourself up beforehand, did you?"

Sheepish, Mingi shook his head.

"We also tried a homemade enema at home, but since the edges are so irregular it wouldn't come out... I was scared to wait."

Yunho repeated the words 'homemade enema' under his breath. Mingi swallowed his saliva once more.

Even though Mingi's hands were already pretty big and reached wonderfully deep inside, Yunho went even further. He took his time wiggling the digit in, and when his palm finally pressed up against Mingi's cheeks, his fingertip actually brushed the magnet inside. Mingi yelped when it tugged on his walls, Mike Wazowski's head digging in.

"Did that hurt?"

Mingi shook his head. The sheer mortification of this situation was the only thing that kept him from going rock hard on Yunho. Maybe also the nurse looming in a corner.

"I'll need to insert the tweezers. Since we don't want to hurt you, I will have to open you up with my fingers, are you okay with that?"

Simply nodding, Mingi fisted his hands into the sterile white bedsheets. They rustled when Yunho shifted Mingi's knees further apart.

Again, the squirt of lube sent Mingi's mind into a parallel universe where all of this never happened.

When Yunho pushed in his finger again, his knuckle barely brushed against Mingi's prostate. He bit back another groan and withstood the need to press his thighs together. Steely willpower got him through both fingers spreading him open.

"Try to relax. Do you want to pick up our conversation from earlier or does talking make you uncomfortable?"

Yunho was so sweet, Mingi wanted to cry. This was the worst plausible scenario, and yet he had the sense to ask for Mingi's wellbeing.

"I would like to keep talking."

Yunho's smooth voice was the most calming aspect.

"Then let's do that. Did you two drink before this happened?"

Blushing, Mingi hung his head. Yunho's fingers prodded around and spread him open like an expert. Ever so gentle and watchful of his muscle reaction. The care quite flattered Mingi, having his body agree in appreciation.

"We didn't. We somehow got into that quarrel, and I wanted to outsmart him. Didn't think it through very far."

With a chuckle, Yunho collected the tweezers from the tray. Two fingers held Mingi spread open while he guided the metal object in.

Mingi feared he would grab the wrong thing and pull his entire guts from his body. He tried not to quiver too hard.

"I think it should count. Especially after your trip here. That courage - or foolishness, whatever you prefer - should be recognised."

Agreeing, Mingi stared at the rustling sheets beneath him. His breath hitched when the tweezers inside of him grabbed onto something. Then, the same pull as before zapped the barest bit of pleasure through his body.

"Thank you for being on my side. I bet San currently tweets it out at everybody."

"I hope you won't be too mad if I tweet it out, too. At least to my colleagues because that is pretty hilarious. No worries, though. All anonymous."

Mingi huffed.

"You're fine. I want your Twitter though, so I can repost it."

Chuckling, Yunho continued working. Mingi remained blissfully distracted.

"I will write it down later. Ah, got it. Poor Mike looks battered." Yunho gave a gentle pat to Mingi's butt. Instantly, Mingi turned to look. Relief flooded his heart at the sight of the familiar green friend.

The magnet was in one piece. Slick with lube, Yunho dropped it on the metal tray. It clung to it.

"Do you want it back?" The nurse handed Mingi a few paper towels to clean up and his pants. Mingi took them while shaking his head frantically.

"I don't think I can stand the shame, no. You are welcome to throw it out."

Not as if he would ever be able to watch that movie again.

The nurse carried everything off after Yunho had pulled off his gloves. Mingi smoothly slipped on his pants and chucked the towels into the bin Yunho offered to him.

"Thanks a lot. For not breaking it or anything, too." Mingi rubbed his nape shyly. His eyes flickered over the ground before they found back to Yunho.

"You're welcome. How do you feel now that you are powerful enough to take whole monsters?" Yunho reached for the pen and the little notebook he carried in his breast pocket. His fingers scribbled down his Twitter username. The pen looked adorably small in those hands. Mingi's eyes were fixed on them, disbelieving that they had been inside him just a few moments ago. The terror of the situation hadn't left him any room to appreciate it.

When Yunho handed him the paper, Mingi pulled his phone from his pocket. Idly, he typed it in and hit the follow button without a second thought. Only when he scrolled further down, he read quite some interesting things in the biography.

"Oh, this is not exactly safe for work isn't it? Oh-"

A deep blush took over Mingi's features when he saw a picture of something he didn't expect. Something very fitting to Yunho's height between his legs.

"It isn't, don't share it with San. Now that you have proved your skill, I wouldn't mind you coming over some time and improving some more. If you want to, of course."

Mingi swallowed the saliva that gathered in his mouth. Quickly, he shut off his phone and stood to face Yunho. With a kind smile, the man pushed open the curtain. The signal for San to come back over.

"I-I wouldn't mind either."

That was a lie. Mingi would downright love to ride the joy he had just laid his eyes on.

"Then text me. And get home safely. No more magnets, please."

A deep blush crawled down until Mingi's collarbone. Yunho patted his shoulder, all friendly.

"Yes, I've learnt my lesson. Before you leave, I have a question."

A brow rose when Yunho waited. San caught up with them to wrap an arm around Mingi's hip. For now, he held his comments back so he wouldn't intrude on their conversation.

"Will you get fired if you fuck me in one of the back rooms during your break later? Or is that just a movie thing?"

Yunho giggled, a gleam appearing in his eyes. At his side, San gave a knowing scoff.

"Well, we equip most of our back rooms with cameras, so that would be a bad idea. Since I have a flexible break of one hour, however, I could offer a different uncomfortable solution."

Mingi turned to San, prompting him to excuse himself with a glare. The man sighed, ever so dramatic.

"Fine, find me in the waiting room. I met a cutie visiting his brother who fell from a swing. Have fun." With a nudge of his head to Mingi's, the man skipped off.

Yunho grinned brightly at Mingi.

"Follow me."

Once he had handed in his report and announced his break to his coworkers, Yunho had led Mingi through the staff entrance. Some doctors on their smoking break milled around, but they barely minded them when they made their way down into the parking lot. In some dark and shadowed corner, Yunho opened the door to his for a doctor entirely unfitting jeep for Mingi. They crawled onto the backseat together and Yunho's lips were on Mingi's before he had even got to kick his shoes off.

Yunho swallowed Mingi's groan when he pushed him down on the seats. His hand slipped under the redhead's sweatpants searchingly. Still halfway aroused from his earlier treatment, Mingi could finally allow his body to act upon its desires. Their tongues tangled as Yunho wrapped his large palm around him.

Thankfully, Yunho had stored condoms and lube in his car. While Mingi pulled off his shirt, he retrieved both from the front compartment.

"How do you want me?"

Mingi's heated breath hit the air with a hitch. Yunho kissed over his neck and jaw, leaving a hot trail.

"You looked quite charming in your earlier position." His voice had got hoarse. When his teeth sunk into Mingi's lobe gently to pull, Mingi whined.

The air inside the car heated quickly. While Mingi got into position to face the back window of the car, Yunho hastily shed his clothes. It took him a moment to get fully hard and ready, but from what Mingi saw he was definitely endowed with the most impressive cock he would ever take. Whining, Mingi hugged the backseat of the car to his chest, his legs spread for Yunho.

The doctor's hand smoothed down the curve of Mingi's body and small waist. Then, he nudged the blunt head of his dick against Mingi's entrance. New lube eased the glide and mixed with the remains inside.

Mingi held his breath as Yunho gradually sunk in further. The stretch didn't hurt because of the excessive preparation earlier. Yet, he seemed to take forever to bottom out.

By the time his hips finally aligned with Mingi's behind, sweat clung to Mingi's nape. It cooled his skin as Yunho grabbed onto his shoulder to hold him.

The first thrust sent Mingi reeling into the backseat. A keen that seemed too loud for the car filled their ears. Yunho responded with a charming chuckle.

From then on, Mingi just let him rearrange his guts. Yunho filled all the right spots in him, and his hip game was no joke. Mingi downright melted against the seats, his eyes rolling back in his skull. Mingi was tall, so much so that it was difficult to find partners that made him feel like a small sub. Yunho effortlessly did. He fucked all sense from Mingi's mind and held him close as he quivered and trembled. Throaty grunts mixed with Mingi's whiny moans.

"Good boy, you're doing so good. Come for me."

Mingi did, soaking the tissue that Yunho had fetched so he wouldn't dirty his seats. With two more thrusts, Yunho also came inside. For a moment, they stayed glued together by their clammy skin.

When Yunho pulled back out, Mingi collapsed onto the seat. His glassy eyes watched as Yunho cleaned up to the best of his abilities. Then, he pulled Mingi into his lap to run a hand through his messy hair. Warm, Mingi cuddled up against him and basked in his care.

"Let me buy you dinner on the weekend," Yunho murmured against his temple. His kiss tasted sweet and warm.

Mingi chuckled at the oddness of their system. Still, he nodded.

"Yeah, I would like that."

They spent the break cuddling and making out in Yunho's sticky and fogged up car. By the time Mingi returned to San, he had forgotten all regret over the magnet incident. No need for shame when he got a hot doctor in exchange.