Beauty of love (DISCONTINUED)

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Hello hello, please enjoy this second update! A third might come your way as well!

I pay the driver and step outside of the car to end up in front of a cute little building. It looks like a cozy home.

And that makes me highly uncomfortable because a part of me starts wondering if this is really the place, if I'm not just about to enter someone's house uninvited. But the sign next to the door indicates clearly that this is the place.

"Yoonjin's healing. I guess it's now or never" I mumble before breathing in and I step closer to the door, opening it to enter into a simple entry where there's a bench, some slippers and a bottle to disinfect your hands.

I sit down on the bench, carefully place my shoes on the rack after removing them and grab a pair of black slippers my size. I then stand up, disinfect my hands and anxiously enter the second part of the of the building which consists of one half being a pharmacy while the other half looks like a waiting room. A door with the name 'Kim Seokjin' stands by the chairs and while I look around, I hear a voice call out to me.

"Can I help you?". I turn to the counter where I can see a beautiful man with fluffy black hair and a white coat on his regular clothes staring at something in front of him. "Might you be Y/N L/N? For the waist injury?" he asks again, still not looking up as he gets a pen from a pen holder. "I am". He hums and motions to the chairs with his eyes. "You may take a seat, Doctor Kim will call you in soon".

Are people scared to look others in the eyes nowadays or is it just a new thing people do? With a shrug, I go to sit on a random chair and wait for anything to happen. The healing patch really did wonders because I feel so much better already, the cold feeling numbing the area that hurt, if only for a while. The nurse did say it would fade after an hour or two.

I look at the man walk around his shelves, probably preparing some prescriptions or taking notes of his stocks. Or whatever is it pharmacists do really.

Suddenly, the door opens. "Y/N L/N?". I stand up and turn towards the door to see a man standing by the door, papers in hands.

He's so handsome, goodness me. Feeling shy already, I stare at the ground when I see him about to look up from the papers. Don't make this awkward, Y/N, don't make this awkward.

"You can come sit here, I don't bite" the man says softly and I nod, still not looking away from the floor as I reach a chair in front of his desk. He hums while reading over the papers and closes the door.

"So... Rosé, your friend, called to say that you got badly injured at the waist, but with some painkillers, it got better. Then today, while playing... softball, you got hit by a ball and suddenly screamed in pain. A nurse told you it might be broken, right?" he resumes the situation and I nod.

My hands are already sweating, my heart beating out of my chest. Being alone with a doctor already makes me nervous to begin with, but a handsome one at that? I might just die today.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you to lie down on the exam table so I can take a look. Which side of your waist is it?" he asks as he puts on some gloves and I stand up, shyly pointing to my right side. I can feel him stare at me from the corner of my eyes and my cheeks start getting warmer.

Not now, oh please, not now. He chuckles and helps me walk closer to the table when he sees I'm not moving. His hands feel cold but so nice on my shoulder. He lowers the exam table to make it easier for me to get on it and makes me turn on my left side so he can see better. I feel the bed rise higher and I wait for him to do something.

He moves my shirt to the side just enough to reveal the patch and carefully proceeds to remove it to see what's under.

"Oh, nasty little bruise it is, it must hurt a lot" he says with an empathic voice and I nod. "The patch really helped though, for now I don't feel pain" I say and he starts feeling the skin and bones under. A cry bubbles out of my mouth as I try to move away from his fingers.