friends to lovers with john shen is all i can think about. from the day you start at the pitt, he’s enamoured by you. the shy R2 who gives him a small smile and tries not to take up too much space while the other residents fight each other to diagnose his patient. when shen eventually asks you for your input, you’re the only person who manages to successfully diagnose. the smile he gives you makes your face grow hot.

over the next few months, you get used to the night shift. shen clocks how you like your coffee, so he starts bringing you a dunkin on his way into work. you take the cup from him with a bashful smile every time, and it’s the highlight of his shift.

when pittfest happens and your scrubs are covered in blood by the end of your shift, john’s the first to notice you need a breather. he takes you into a quiet hallway and lets you cry into his chest without so much of a complaint. that night is the first time he drives you home and it becomes a regular occurrence under the guise of him not wanting you to walk home in the early hours.

the first time you call out sick, shen shows up at your door after shift with an all you can eat breakfast and a concerned smile. he stays with you until you fall back to sleep and even though he has to call out sick the next week, the way you curled yourself into his arms makes it worth it.

“i’m not going.” you tell shen, sipping the coffee he bought you.

“come on, (y/n),” he moves in front of you, blocking you from continuing on your way through the hospital. “one drink. it’s for abbot.”

you sigh, “fine. one drink and then i’m going home to my heated blanket.”

the next night, you walk into the bar to find that the birthday celebrations for abbot have already kicked off. the day shift greet you with familiar smiles and how are yous, and after a lot of random conversation you feel so overwhelmed that you have to find a quiet place to sit in.

shen grins when he sees you, coming over to your table with two beers. you smile gratefully when he places one down in front of you, your knees touching under the table from how close he’s sitting to you.

“you having fun?” he asks.

“yeah, just needed a second,” you take a swig of the beer. “are you?”

“yes, now i’m with you.”

your smile widens at his words and it might be the alcohol, but you don’t bother to hide it from him. you like the nice things he says to you. you like john.

“john, i…”

his face grows concerned when you trail off.

“(y/n), if i—“

“no!” you blurt out, your eyes widening at your sudden loudness. “sorry, i didn’t… john, i think i like you and it scares the hell out of me.”

a moment passes between the two of you, and you’re about to profusely apologise for saying anything when he cups your face in his hand and gives you a smile that sends your heart racing.

“you have no idea how crazy i am about you, (y/n).”

“you are?” you whisper.

“have been all year.”

your lips part as you take in the weight of his words.

“i really wanna kiss you right now, but i don’t want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable—“

you don’t let him finish the sentence because you lean forward and press your lips against his in a soft kiss. when his brain catches up with his movements, shen deepens the kiss and you close the little space between the two of you until you’re both clutching onto each other for dear life.

“hell yeah! it’s about time!” abbot’s yell followed by your cheering coworkers is distant noise, but you’re so caught up in each other that you barely hear them.

when john pulls away with swollen lips and soft eyes, he caresses your face and says, “can i take you home?”

“yeah,” you nod, lips hovering over his. “i’d be mad if you didn’t.”