Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ?"
"I-I wanna make a deal, Joon."
He stops dead in his tracks and turns around. "A deal, you say?" He asks. "I'm listening."
My heart completely shatters as I say, "If you untie me, I won't bring this up again; because I'll stay with you forever, and I'll let you love me."
He cocks his head to the side, smirking. "Hm, I'm interested for sure...go on."
"Please, don't hurt me. I want you to untie me." I plead.
He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, baby, but you know I can't do that."
"Please, I want to make a deal!" I beg again. "Just listen before you turn it down."
"Fine." He sighs, "You did have me intrigued, so try again."
"Fine. I'm willing to give you three days, to prove to me that I can love you."
"That's not enough time." He's quick to interrupt.
"Three. Days." I say insistently, I'm not about to be negotiating with the man who kidnapped me.
"No." He argues again. "I need at least some time longer than that. You can't force love in three days; it's simply not enough time. Don't you see? I didn't bring you here; work through all of this to make this happen in three days. You've only been here barely one full day, so at least give me a month."
"I won't stay here a month with you." I hiss. "A week."
"Three weeks." He negotiates.
"Two."
"Okay." He replies, seemingly satisfied. "Two weeks. You'll stay with me for two weeks."
"Fine." I grit my teeth.
"So? Continue on, how this'll work." He prods, knowing it'll irritate me further just to have to say it all out loud.
"I'll stay with you two weeks, and in those two weeks, if you can prove to me that I can love you," I sigh as I say this part, "then I'll stay with you forever and I'll let you love me."
Namjoon bites the inside of his cheek. "Alright. Fair enough. I'm glad you understand, sweetheart. You're a good girl." Namjoon comes back over, gently stroking my cheek again. In order to do a better job at selling the act, I lean my face into his touch, softly shutting my eyes to pretend as if I was enjoying his touch when I was anything but. Don't get me wrong, of course I secretly do still like him even though I'm royally pissed at him. It is very damn hard to stop liking someone, no matter what they do to you. But right now, his touch was a little bit revolting, I'm not going to lie about that.
When he eventually pulls away I finally say, "I'm sorry for screaming at you. Will you please take these off?" I ask now, knowing that I was pushing my luck, but I had to try.
