![]() ![]() “I uh- I’m gonna go wait at the front entrance for the other students.” He chuckled nervously under Taehyun’s stare. “Cool, dude.”īeomgyu’s cheeks suddenly flushed pink. “Really?” Taehyun glanced at the older boy. “In fact, Beomgyu here was actually a year younger than you when he took this course, and he graduated at the top of his class.” “It’s not a bad thing at all,” the woman quickly assured. And you look… Well, you look like a kid.” “You’re the youngest on our roster by at least five years. Thankfully, only a minute passed until a woman entered, carrying a clipboard with an attendance sheet. He stared at a wall, hoping for someone else to walk into the room. Taehyun couldn’t tell if Beomgyu was joking or not. “Well, it’s a big city, so there’s plenty. “If this is Station 553, then how many stations are there?” He lifted his head, trying not to roll his eyes. Taehyun quickly realized that asking a question might be the only way to shut Beomgyu up. We work very closely with the fire department, and every second Tuesday of the month, we have dinner with them at-” That stands for Emergency Medical Services, in case you didn’t know. Our brother station, 552, is right next door. “Uh… So anyway,” the older boy awkwardly lowered his jazz hands. Forget annoying it was going to be a hellish eight weeks with Beomgyu as his instructor. “Welcome to Station 553! We’re delighted to have you!” I’m twenty-one, and I’ve been an EMT for three years.” “Oh, where are my manners?” The boy stood up, grinning. It was going to be an annoying eight weeks with a boy like this as his classmate. ![]() Maybe he shouldn’t have signed up for an EMT course. There were only three strikes to give, and yet this boy somehow managed to accumulate four within the span of a single conversation. Nineteen without a license? That’s really sad.” Taehyun huffed in annoyance, leaning back in his chair. That’s sad.” The boy cocked his head to the side. “No, actually, I can’t.” He forced a smile. He let out a deep breath, taking a seat at a desk in the corner of the room. Taehyun hated it when people asked him about driving. “Yeah, I live kind of far away,” Taehyun sighed. To make matters worse, the boy was practically shouting, “Hey, look at me! I’m an asshole!” as he stared at Taehyun with the most ridiculous of smiles painted across his face. It was only the first day of their EMT class, and he was already decked out in tactical pants, a heavy-duty belt, and a tucked-in navy t-shirt with ‘EMS’ printed on the back in block lettering. Unfortunately for him, the boy across the classroom was clearly both. Taehyun hated two types of people: the narcissistic and the overprepared. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 35380 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 38 Kudos: 111 Bookmarks: 28 Hits: 1974 each chapter can be read as a individual fic.22130 words of relationship building and 13250 words of tearing it down.EMT Instructor (in training) Choi Beomgyu.one scene contains homophobia and physical/emotional abuse. ![]()
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