Dr. Kim Taehyung adjusted his white coat, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the name on his next appointment: Jeon Jungkook. The famous singer had been coming to his clinic for weeks, always with some weird excuse. First, it was a "sore throat." Then, a "twisted ankle." Taehyung knew better—Jungkook’s flirty smiles and lingering looks told a different story.
Jungkook strutted in, his tight black shirt showing off his muscles, a playful grin on his face. Taehyung sighed, trying to stay professional. “What’s your problem today, sir?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jungkook leaned back in the chair, smirking. “I’ve got a serious problem, doc.”
Taehyung crossed his arms, curious. “Yes, tell me. I’m all ears.”
Jungkook pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and showed a video. Taehyung’s eyes went wide. It was him, drunk at a friend’s party, pole dancing in a tight shirt, moving his hips like he was born for it. His face burned with embarrassment.
Jungkook’s grin grew wicked. “I’m getting a boner every time I watch this video,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
Taehyung’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck?!” he blurted, cheeks red. He snatched the phone, pausing the video. “Where did you even get this?”
Jungkook leaned closer, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s. “A fan sent it. But I’m not complaining, doc. You’re hot.” His voice dropped, husky. “It’s driving me crazy.”
Taehyung’s heart raced, torn between shock and the heat in Jungkook’s gaze. “This is unprofessional,” he muttered, but his voice wavered.
Jungkook stood, closing the gap between them. “Then let’s be unprofessional,” he whispered, his hand brushing Taehyung’s arm. “I’ve been coming here for you, not some fake injury.”
Taehyung swallowed hard, his body tingling where Jungkook touched him. “You’re trouble,” he said, but he didn’t pull away.
“Only for you,” Jungkook murmured, his lips hovering near Taehyung’s. The air crackled with tension. Taehyung gave in, grabbing Jungkook’s shirt and pulling him into a heated kiss. Jungkook groaned, hands sliding to Taehyung’s waist, pressing their bodies together.
The clinic room wasn’t made for this, but they didn’t care. Jungkook’s hands roamed under Taehyung’s coat, tugging at his shirt. Taehyung gasped as Jungkook kissed his neck, leaving soft bites. “Kook,” he breathed, fingers in Jungkook’s hair.
“Say you want me,” Jungkook growled, his hands dipping lower, teasing Taehyung’s belt.
Taehyung’s head spun, desire winning over reason. “I want you,” he admitted, voice shaky. They moved fast, clothes half-off, bodies pressed against the exam table. It was quick, messy, and electric, their breaths mixing in the small room.
When they finally stopped, panting, Taehyung laughed softly, fixing his messy hair. “You’re gonna get me fired,” he said, grinning.
Jungkook smirked, stealing one more kiss. “Worth it. But I’m not done with you, doc.”
Taehyung shook his head, still flushed. “Next time, bring a real problem.”
“Deal,” Jungkook winked, already planning his next visit.
