dirty and hot

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firefighter!au
onho; pg-13
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"Come on! Breathe for me, baby. You can do it!" Jinki first thought was that he was going to die. His second thought was wow someone actually had the nerve to call him baby. And then, Jinki came to, coughing and sputtering with faint memories of an exploding oxygen tank filling his mind. He thankfully filled his lungs with air and blinked back tears to clear his view. As he opened his eyes fully he saw the firefighter sitting beside him, yellow uniform slightly askew to give a peek to the fitted black shirt underneath and soot streaking his face and neck. "Oh, hot," were Jinki’s first words. The firefighter gently smiled. “Well, you just survived a fire and fainted from suffocation so it’s normal that you feel hot.” Jinki blinked at the firefighter and shook his head rapidly. Memories of how the fire started came back to him and he suddenly sat up. “I, uh…” he started, rubbing his head because of the wooziness. “There was something wrong with the oxygen tank and…the head nurse would kill me and…” He rubbed his head in an effort to remember more details but the firefighter just patted his shoulder and asked him to calm down. Breathing more properly now despite not being oxygenated, Jinki nodded thankfully to the fireman. “Um, thank you, Mr…” "Minho. Choi Minho," the fireman answered. "And you don’t have to worry. Everyone in your clinic is safe." Oh. Jinki forgot to actually think of his colleagues actually. “Thank you,” he murmured anyway as he tried to sit up again. Minho readily helped him, supporting his weight. “I…should…I should repay you or something.” "You don’t have to," the fireman politely said as he smiled and propped Jinki up against his own body. "Don’t stand up yet or you’ll get dizzy." "But…" Jinki tried to stand up anyway and ended up toppling all over Minho because of dizziness. As he fell, his hand landed on Minho’s chest and his eyes widened. "Oh, your…your heart is beating really fast?" Minho let out a cough and helped Jinki take a seat. “It’s nothing.” "D-do you want me to check your blood pressure? You might be stressed. Or…do you…do you want me to do a check-up?" Jinki insisted, but Minho only smiled and somehow that shut Jinki up. "I said it’s alright, Lee Jinki." At the back of Jinki’s mind was a question, but he was too occupied with staring back at the fireman’s large, smiling eyes. Somehow they tugged at the corner of his lips, making him give a lopsided smile, mind too muddled to think of trivialities like how Minho knew his name. “Thank you,” he dumbly muttered instead. Minho nodded and reached out with his thumb to wipe a line of soot on Jinki’s face. “Oh, this must be when I gave you oral resuscitation. I’m sorry I made you dirty.” My thoughts are even dirtier, Jinki’s mind said as he smiled back once more. :;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:☆:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;: