The rain patters softly against the tall windows of the break room. The fluorescent lights hum above as a group of tired doctors shuffle in one by one, grabbing coffee and sighing into their cups.

Yoongi’s already there, slouched on the couch with his coat half off, flipping lazily through a patient chart. His black scrubs are wrinkled, and he hasn't slept in nearly two days, but he still looks up when the door opens.

Jimin steps in next, hair damp and cheeks pink from the cold. He sets down two cups on the counter, scanning the room with a warm smile.

"Long day already?" he asks no one in particular, voice soft.

Hoseok bounds in behind him, slightly soaked, but still somehow glowing. He pulls off his wet hoodie, revealing his badge—Emergency Response Unit Lead.

"You have no idea," he says, plopping down next to Yoongi and immediately stealing the chart from his hands. "Another motorcycle crash. Third one this week."

Jungkook enters a beat later, still in his scrubs from the OR, a faint smear of ink on his cheek. He grabs a protein bar and leans against the counter.

"That guy pull through?" he asks Hoseok, popping the wrapper open with his teeth.

Hoseok nods. "Thanks to you and your fast hands, Dr. Jeon."

Namjoon appears, flipping through a medical journal, glasses sliding down his nose. He sets his coffee on the table, then glances toward the hall.

"Where's Taehyung?" he mutters. "Wasn't he off this shift?"

"Psych ward had a case that came in late. You know him," Seokjin says as he enters last, dressed sharp in pediatric scrubs with a cartoon band-aid stuck to his arm. "He couldn’t leave a scared kid alone."

As if summoned, Taehyung strolls in moments later, tie slightly loosened, dark hair tousled.

"They're stable now. Drew me a picture of a dinosaur," he says with a grin.

The room quiets for a second, until Jungkook finally speaks again.

"Did the new guy start today?"

"Yeah," says Jimin. "I heard he got assigned to our rotation."

Yoongi glances at the clock, then shrugs.

"We’ll see if he survives a week around us."

The sound of approaching footsteps down the hall makes everyone turn toward the door.

The new shift's just beginning—and someone's about to walk into their orbit and change everything.