now there's more room for wisdom
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Summary:
jisung gets his wisdom teeth out
or
nct dream can't get over how cute jisung is
as the dentist inserts the iv and tells him to relax, jisung can’t help but think that 7:00am is way too early to have
four teeth removed.
mark sits in the waiting room of the oral surgeon’s office in silence, fingers clasped tight as the receptionist
takes another call and the clock hits 7:45am. mark’s head shoots up as a door opens and a lady in scrubs walks
through, asking if he’s here for park jisung. he answers yes and is brought through a sterile smelling hallway to a
tiny room labeled recovery.
the minute mark walks in, he finds a sight worth gold. there, on a weird little cot, sits jisung, eyes drowsy and
mouth stuffed with gauze. mark’s chest squeezes and he feels like he could sqeal. jisung looks so incredibly
vulnerable and small and he just wants to scoop the kid up in his arms and protect him. he also knows that the
minute he brings jisung back to the dream dorm, the other boys are gonna feel the same.
the situation is all light hearted until jisung’s eyes roll back into his head and a nurse catches the boy’s arm
and pats it, telling him he needs to stay awake. mark’s breath hitches and it takes a moment, but jisung peels his
eyes open, only for them to fall closed again a second later.
anxiety begins to pool in mark’s chest as another nurse brings in the oral surgeon who takes one look at
jisung’s lolling head and decides to give the boy epinephrine. mark watches, seated in a small chair beside
jisung’s cot for almost an hour, as his youngest group member is held in seated position and attached to an iv.
when jisung is finally coherent enough to sit up (per the nurses’ commands), he begins to whine. mark
watches with a small smile as his drugged-out-of-his-mind little brother begins a slurred argument with a nurse.
“why can’t i lay down?” jisung asks, glaring as best he can with eyes half-lidded.
“because you have to stay awake,” the nurse replies calmly while checking the iv.
“why?
“because you need to be awake to get to the car”
“can i lay down now?”
“no, you aren’t awake enough yet. you need to stay awake”
“yeah i am. i’m super awake,” jisung says with eyes closed.
mark giggles and clenches his fists as his fingers twitch, aching to reach for his phone so he could take a
video. the sign on the door however, prohibits the use of camera and video taking in the recovery room, plus
mark doubts jisung would appreciate it if this was all caught on tape.
eventually though, jisung is awake enough to get to the car with a little help and they head to the dream
dorms.
when mark opens the door to the dream dorm, it becomes clear to him that the dreamies have been waiting
for them. everyone’s reactions are different, albeit priceless—donghyuk and jeno begin cooing, renjun’s eyes
soften and gain a disgustingly fond gleam, and chenle and jaemin seem to be torn between crying and
squealing.
jisung looks at them all, eyes unfocused and cheeks puffy, before promptly declaring his desire to lay down.
they all move off the couches and station jisung on one of them, helping settle his head onto a pillow before
wrapping him in blankets. jisung, still under the after-effects of anaesthesia (regardless of the dose of
epinephrine) is out like a light bulb.
jisung wakes up to pain. or rather, pain makes jisung wake up.
his mouth hurts really bad, jisung thinks blearily. he tries to speak, but there's gauze in his mouth and it aches
and he can’t really feel his lips or his chin. how can something hurt but not be felt at the same time , he wonders.
it sort of makes him want to cry.
so he does. jisung cries and pats at his chin, growing increasingly distressed as he continues but doesn’t feel
anything other than pain, he’s really confused and things hurt and he’s hungry and it hurts. suddenly footsteps
are pounding and the lamp in the living room is flicked on and it’s too bright. the light forces jisung to squint his
eyes and oh god that hurts too.
“mark! mark! where are jisung’s pain meds?” and oh, thats renjun! and things are sort of better now because
renjun’s here and renjun is gently carding a hand through his hair and renjun gives good cuddles!
“aw, jisungie, our baby,” renjun cooes (jisung is a little too out of it at this point to take notice of how
uncharacteristic renjun’s behavior is), wiping at jisung’s tears and gently prying his mouth open to remove gauze.
rustling in a far corner of the living room is mark, hair mussed with sleep but eyes wide awake, reading the
instructions on the bottle of painkillers. “mark is getting some pain killers for you right now bub, you’ll feel better
soon,” renjun says softly.
time sorta passes wobbly for jisung, but it seems like a while before mark comes into his line of sight with a
bowl of soup and a bottle of water.
jisung never thought that he might find eating hard, but here he is, struggling to keep soup in his mouth. he’s
so tired and he aches and he just wants his face to stop hurting, so the next time the soup in his mouth dribbles
down onto his shirt, his eyes tear up out of frustration—the only thing jisung hates more than being babied when
he is capable of doing things, is being unable to do things at all.
renjun and mark (who have been patiently watching jisung attempt to eat soup and sip water) wipe his tears
and remove the bowl, patting him with reassuring hands all the while. jisung takes the pain meds, trying his very
best in spite of the numbness in his face to not spill water down his front, and falls back asleep to the sound of
renjun and mark talking quietly in the eerie light of lamp.
Category:
Gen
Fandoms:
NCT (Band)NCT Dream
Relationship:
Park Jisung (NCT) & Everyone
Language:English
Stats:Published:2018-11-08
