Doctor Vampire
Chapter One
The night city shimmered with a neon tapestry of myriad colors, casting an otherworldly glow upon the bustling streets.
The air was electric with the energy of revelry, as throngs of exuberant people meandered through the labyrinthine alleys.
The dark corners, once concealed in obscurity, are now unveiled as the stage for unsavory dealings, where shadows gave way to the stark reality of violence and explicit encounters.
Dressed in a sleek white doctor's coat and carrying a bag packed with medical equipment, Taehyung navigated the streets with a sense of purpose.
His journey led him to a foreboding door, adorned with bold warnings of "High voltage" and the emblem of danger. But as was his custom, he effortlessly pushed the door open.
Inside, a peculiar sight greeted him. The room was adorned with rows of plant pots bathed in the warm, inviting glow of sodium bulbs.
At the cluttered table, an elderly man sat hunched over, fervently attending to paperwork that seemed entirely unsuited for his age. The room itself felt like a sanctuary for the obscure, where the unexpected mingled with the ordinary.
The elderly man, his voice weathered and raspy, welcomed Taehyung with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
Master woo
Good to have you back, young doctor
He wheezed, his words carrying the weight of time.
Taehyung reciprocated the greeting with a respectful nod and replied
Taehyung
Good evening, Master Woo
With that, he proceeded to the door on the right side of the room, entering a hidden gambling den where corners bore witness to underground, illegal boxing matches.
Here, in the underbelly of the city, money exchanged hands on the outcomes of these gritty, high-stakes bouts, and danger lurked in every corner.
Stepping into the shadowed corner of the room designed for his medical duties, Taehyung's presence was acknowledged by Jungkook, who grinned as he spoke
Jungkook
Doc, there you are
Taehyung glanced around, swiftly taking stock of the scene.
Taehyung
Did the first fight end already?
His eyes narrowed as he noticed something amiss
Taehyung
What's up with your face?
He asked, concern lacing his words.
Jungkook chuckled heartily, his formidable frame adorned with a smattering of small bruises and his red boxing gloves resting nearby
As Taehyung began the meticulous task of disinfecting the myriad bruises that adorned Jungkook's face, they found themselves seated across from each other.
Taehyung couldn't help but express his concern, his voice tinged with a touch of worry.
Taehyung
You're too young to be in a place like this
Taehyung
A kid your age should be enjoying campus life, making friends, and dreaming big dreams
Jungkook
I don't want schooling, and I don't need friends either
His eyes reflecting the resolve of youth
Taehyung sighed, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Taehyung
Again, spoken like a child.
Taehyung
This isn't suitable work for someone your age.
Jungkook
My sausage fingers are no good for a cash register.
Taehyung applied the disinfectant harshly to make a point.
Taehyung
You learn as you go, kid
Jungkook couldn't help but laugh, a blush creeping onto his bruised face.
Jungkook
Are you worried about me?
Taehyung, his expression impassive, delved into the heart of the matter.
Taehyung
This was your coach's doing, wasn't it?
Taehyung
Why are you sticking around him?
Rising from his seat, Taehyung moved to a nearby basin to wash his hands. His voice followed him as he continued speaking
Taehyung
That should be reason enough to leave.
Jungkook's expression grew serious
Jungkook
If I do, then I don't get to see you
Taehyung sighed, still facing away from Jungkook as the water flowed over his hands.
Taehyung
And what good is that?
Taehyung
It's nothing but pain.
Jungkook's resolve as unwavering
Taehyung, still focused on his work, urged
Taehyung
Don't get punched again
Jungkook heard the caution in Taehyung's voice.
Jungkook took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping.
As jungkook walked towards the door
Taehyung turned around and was met with the sight of Jungkook's infectious smile.
And with that, he ran off, leaving behind the echoes of their complex bond.
Jungkook couldn't help but tease as he shared a lighthearted complaint.
Jungkook
Doc never laughs at my jokes.
Jungkook
If he does, I bet he'd be pretty as ****
He chuckled shyly, his voice fading into the background as the announcer's voice called his name.
Just then, his coach's impatient boiled over.
He barked, pushing the young fighter as a stern reminder that it was time for him to head to the arena ring.
Jungkook's eyes widened as he snapped back to reality, realising the gravity of the moment.
His coach's voice grew even harder, demanding
Coach
Where are your ******* gloves?
Panicking, Jungkook gazed at his bare hands, his realization punctuated by a simple
His coach couldn't contain his frustration, cursing.
Coach
Damn you, don't just sit there!
He pushed jungkook, urging him
With a sense of urgency, Jungkook sprinted towards the doc's office, muttering to himself.
Jungkook
Damn, I fucked up
Jungkook burst into the doctor's office, the locked door giving way with an unexpected strength even he didn't know he possessed.
Breathless and flustered, he stammered.
Jungkook
Doc! Did you see my gloves? I left them here...
His words died in his throat as he laid eyes on a startling sight.
Taehyung was seated there, a blood pack clenched between his teeth, savoring the crimson liquid.
His red eyes and sharp teeth are fully visible.
The heavy blots securing the door lay in ruins, testament to Jungkook's surprise.
The room charged with an intense energy as both hearts raced.
Jungkook's voice, though not trembling with fear, held a mixture of shock and curiosity.
The blood pack from Taehyung's mouth fell to the floor with a soft thud, leaving an unspoken question in the air.
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