FIRST OF ALL. I am not a doctor. So if you're reading this and you're ACTUALLY a doctor screaming, "OMG. THIS IS SO WRONG." at the top of your lungs. Well, I apologize, please hold onto your tits. I've done as much research as I could and watched as many medical dramas as I could. ;) you know... for fun... soo.. thanks for reading :)

PS: this is a breathing bag they use for CPR. It's important to know.

Y/N POV:

I came To class at least 15 minutes early. Religiously starting up my computer and making sure I had all my necessary utensils like some ritual. My pen always had to sit at the top of my clean paper with the tip pointing to the left. Another one of my stupid habits. I sat there thinking and waiting for class to start.

At least I get a break from having to see Taehyung. Maybe I'll finally be able to make some friends. Like REAL friends. Even one girl who cares for me would be enough.

I turned around to see three girls sit behind me. I'm not a social butterfly but I need to talk to someone right?

"Hi, nice to meet you," I said with an awkward smile. "Hi..." Two girls said questionably while looking me up and down. The third girl just looked at me with disgust plastered on her face, as if she had just stepped on rotten cheese.

Wow, what a start. Too late to turn back now.

" I'm not from Korea, I'm actually from California..." I said with a nervous laugh.

Y/N, OF COURSE YOU'RE NOT FROM KOREA. HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF??

The two girls had disengaged from the "conversation" completely and all turned their heads to the right like dogs. Their sparkling eyes seemed to move with an object, licking their lips like some snack was put in front of them. I turned around out of curiosity only to see Taehyung lock eyes with me and start walking toward my seat.

Nonononononononononooooo

"Is this spot taken? He purred innocently.
"Yes, by-"   "By me," he stated cooly while plopping in the seat next to me.

"Why are you in this class?" I asked pushing my chair away from him.
"Why are YOU in this class?" He mimicked, pulling my chair closer to him than when we first started.

Nope, this is not happening.

I turned around to look behind me to see three pairs of murderous eyes burning through my soul.

Ah Perfect, just what I need.

"Do any of you want to switch seats with me?" I bluntly asked. Three girls responded with no hesitation, "YES, I WILL!"

Suddenly, the teacher walked in while eyeing the disordered class, "Students please sit down, we are about to have a placement test to see where you all stand academically."

I plopped back down at a loss for words.
"Open your computers and take the test on the link written on the board," the teacher commanded.

~After Test~
I finished my test and looked to the right of me.  Taehyung had a smug smile on his face while cupping his cheek with his hand. Obviously, he had finished his test first.

"I bet I got a better grade than you." he challenged raising his eyebrows.
"Really? Can you beat a 96%" I confidently replied. I can't turn away a challenge especially when it comes to grades. That's what I've been known for my whole life.

He tried to flip his hair like some sassy girl on the high school cheerleading squad. "That's too bad. My computer said 98.2%" my eyes widened at the sound of those horrifying numbers. I grabbed his computer and turned it towards me to see the automatically generated test score from the site. And sure enough, 98.2% flashed on the screen like some horror movie in my eyes.

"Looks like you're stupid and I am a genius," he proudly sang. I rolled my eyes. Trying to hide my anger at the fact that I didn't get the best grade.

"Wow Taehyung, you did pretty good. Maybe you could be my study buddy?" A voice from behind rang.

Taehyung and I turned around to see the girls sweetly smiling like someone had shoved a spoonful of honey down their throats.

Well speaking of high school cheerleading squad...

"Ah... for now I have to work with Y/N, she doesn't seem to be getting it," Taehyung said shaking his head in shame at me.
"I can study alone, thanks. You'd only be a distraction."
He laughed hysterically at my reply.
"A distraction? Don't worry Y/N, I'll remember to keep my shirt on HAHAHA."

The girls' jaws dropped watching his flirty behavior. "Do you two know each other?" one piped.

"NO."   "Yes."

"She's my roommate," Taehyung said with a smirk. "Ohhh really?" They trailed off while exchanging questionable looks.
"Yes, she even made me breakfast this morning." I looked at him in disbelief, why is he telling everyone this?

"I'll make sure to poison it next time," I said as seriously as I could. Taehyung seemed to mutter something under his breath, but it couldn't quite reach my ears.

"Y/N! How about we take you shopping? Today? At 6 pm?" My ears perked at the girl's invitation. Is this it? Am I finally making friends? I gave a genuine smile. "Why not?"

"Good! I'm rosé, and this is Jennie and Jisoo." She stated like the leader. "It's nice to meet you guys." I weakly responded not knowing whether I would remember their names.

"Let's meet at your dorm, yes?" I quickly nodded my head at her proposition while giving her my phone number. I looked at Taehyung who seemed to look away to the teacher uninterested in our conversation.

"Students, now that we have finished our test, look who is sitting at your table. Not only are these your permanent seats, but they are your permanent lab partners." My mind went blank at the words of the crazy professor. Almost as if I couldn't quite understand what he was trying to say. As my sanity slowly diminished, I watched in slow motion as Taehyung gave me the smug smirk that he usually does.

Can't I say anything? Like I have an allergy to his shampoo or something? That my religion doesn't permit me to work with other males. Can't I say ANYTHING???

Once again the teacher spoke. "Now that you know who your partners are, get up and walk to the back of the classroom. There you will find a dummy patient awaiting your assistance."

I got up heaving at my defeat while Taehyung followed me smiling like an idiot. We picked a girl dummy and waited impatiently for instructions from the teacher.

"These are not average dummies. They possess technology that allows them to mimic heart attacks, allergic reactions, seizures, etc... bottom line is, they are expensive. DON'T break them."

I look down at the waxy figure. Technology has upped a level nowadays. It almost feels so real down to her brown wig and dazed eyes. The teacher then lastly added the most important part, "You all must perform CPR using the breathing bags on the dolls. Once stabilized, monitor your patients until class is over. HOWEVER, One of you will have a special patient that will ask for much more medical attention."

The class excitedly picked up their patients' clipboard to see any sign of a special patient. Taehyung leafed through the pages before looking up at me and shrugging, "Our patient has no mentioned diseases or sickness."

I sighed, "Well, shouldn't we name her?"
"Name her?" He questioned.
"Yea so we don't keep on calling her patient..."
He seemed to think carefully about my words before speaking up.
"How about Emma?
"Emma?" I hesitantly asked.
"Well... I've always wanted to name my first baby girl Emma," he said while putting the breathing bag on the dolls face.

THAT. IS. SO. CUTE.

I smiled and started checking Emma's vitals. A couple of minutes of silent working passed by when Taehyung broke the silence with a nervous, "Y/N....." I looked up to see him closely examining the patient's face. "Taehyung... what is it?..."
"Well... I have good news and bad news," he yelled while taking off the CPR bag in a rush.
"Good news first?!" I nervously yelled while watching Emma's vitals plummet dangerously low.

"The good news is that we have the special patient..." he bellowed with shock clear in his voice. "IT'S EMMA! And the bad news?" I yelled grabbed the attention of the whole class while flipping through her medical records."
"Bad news, Emma is having an allergic reaction."

I looked up in horror to find the waxy figure forming hives all over her body. "It says she's allergic to latex?.." I said confused. We looked up at each other multiplying the confusion laid before us. Until our heads both looked to the CPR bag that was limply laying on the bed.

"OF COURSE!!" We hollered together.
"I'll get her the Epipen!" I said while scrambling for the needle medication.
"And I'll start on mouth to mouth!" Taehyung cried with a joyous tone.

I gave her the medication in her thigh and looked up to check on Taehyung's progress. Indeed there was progress... so... sooooo.... much progress. I watched baffled as he put his lips to the girl's lips breathing life into the dummy. His lips caressed hers so much that I almost felt jealous... I wouldn't be surprised if Emma suddenly turned into Snow White and woke up from her ghastly slumber. Every few moments he would stop and push her chest in before breathing life into her again.

"How are Emma's vitals?" He asked between heaving breaths snapping me out of my daze.
"It's been progressing, but not enough..."
he let out a small curse under his breath.
"C'mon Emma..."
Again he breathed into her, making me wince in pain. Why is this painful?

But he immediately stopped and pulled away from her in shock.
"I... I can't blow anything... it's like someone put a plug into her throat." He stuttered with wide eyes. I knew exactly what was wrong. My mother spoke of it too often.

"Her throat! It's swelled up! We need to to do Tracheal intubation!" I yelled reaching for the tools that have been conveniently placed within arms reach.

Some of you may be asking. What on earth is Tracheal intubation? Well, my friends. That is when you have to cut a hole in the throat (middle of the neck) and push a tube through that hole to open the airways that have been swollen together. It's not easy. ANYWAYS back to the story.

"But I've never done that Y/N... and my hands are all shaky after the CPR." I didn't respond to him. I knew he was tired. I was mostly standing to the side and watching Emma's vital signs. It had to be my time to step up. So, I did just as my mother had described to me so many numerous times before. I disinfected the throat and grabbed the knife. Whiteout hesitation or a second to lose, I drew a straight downwards cut deep enough to reach the throat. I don't know why, but the situation felt so real that I had almost expected blood to pour out.

As soon as the cut was finished, Taehyung and I shoved the plastic tube down her throat pushing the robotic swelling open, giving our Emma her much need oxygen. I watched as Taehyung screwed on a 'plastic' breathing bag to the tube. With sweat dripping off of our foreheads and adrenaline running through our veins we couldn't do anything but helplessly watch Emma's monitor see if anything we just did actually made a difference.

2 seconds went by. Nothing.
5 seconds went by. Nothing.
10 seconds went by. Nothing.

We were starting to lose hope.
But as the eleventh second struck the beeping monitor calmed down. Showing signs of our Emma coming back to life again. Her vitals stabilized once again.

Taehyung had jumped up out of pure joy as he pulled me into a sweaty bear hug.  Now it was my turn to jump. The class that we had totally forgotten about started clapping and whistling for our achievement, surprising me both because of the sudden noise and Taehyung's bear hug.

I tried to pull away, but he gripped on tight and swiftly brought his soft lips to my ear.
"Good job Y/N, I'm proud of you." It was a quiet whisper. But that's the only thing I could hear. I smiled at him before I too attempted to tickle his ear with my breath.

"I'll kick you in the balls if you don't let go of me." Like his life depended on it, he let go.

Immediately, I got a text from rosé.

Rosé: See you at 6 pm at your dorm.

I looked up to try to spot my 3 news friends between the cheering people but only caught a glimpse of them making their way out through the exiting door.

HOLYYYYY GUACAMOLE. 🥑
2243 words. Sorry for the long chapter. :) 
But I J-HOPEEEEE you really enjoyed it. Btw I'll probably be editing my last 3 chapters because I have realized they are crap.  💩 that's good news. I think.... means I'm getting better? Anyways. Bye
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