Doctors- People who are given the stature next to God. It happens so mostly because they are lifesavers who work tirelessly for mankind. Moreover, being a doctor is considered one of the most sought-after professions. People want their kids to becom...
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~*Chapter 10*~
"Opportunity doesn't make appointments, you have to be ready when it arrives"-Tim Fargo
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"Here," Jungkook said, extending a can of juice toward you. The ,streetlight glinted off the can, and you looked up to meet his gaze, your heart doing a tiny flip at the unexpected kindness.
"Thanks," you replied, taking the can from his hands. The cold metal felt refreshing against your palms, a stark contrast to the heated conversation you'd just had. Jungkook simply shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips as he settled down beside you on the park bench.
After introducing himself as an unemployed doctor—no, a neurosurgeon at that—you had a full-on mental rave party in your mind. You knew you shouldn't revel in someone else's misfortune, but hey, given your current predicament at the hospital, could you really be blamed for feeling a glimmer of hope? If you played your cards right, you might just recruit him! 'I don't think so.'
As you both sat there, the atmosphere shifted from chaotic to painfully silent. You had mentally plotted a script to lure him into accepting your offer, but now, with the sound of crickets echoing around you, the words seemed to evaporate from your brain like mist in the morning sun.
"Sooo..." you started, dragging the word out awkwardly, feeling the weight of the silence press down like a thick fog. You regretted not bringing Yoongi along; he would've known exactly how to break the ice.
"So?" Jungkook replied bluntly, taking a sip of his juice. The way he said it felt like he was teasing you, and you couldn't help but think, 'That's because he was.' You opened your mouth, ready to let out a stream of sarcastic remarks, but a glance at his raised eyebrow stopped you cold. Fighting with him wouldn't get you anywhere, especially since you needed to befriend him, not the other way around. Biting your tongue, you forced a sweet smile, taking a sip of your juice to hide your irritation.
