Luna is the owner of a cosmetic line that is blowing up, taking the world by storm. Her vision was to help make everyone feel beautiful. But Luna could never feel beautiful herself. Deep down, and under layers of clothing she hides something from th...
Dr. Jeon finished with the massage and then left briefly to go get a gel. He returned with a rather large tube. He sits back down on his stool and squirts a large amount in the palm of his hand. "This might be cold," he warns me and rubs it lightly on my skin. Honestly it felt nice.
He coats my entire arm and shoulder; it takes the entire tube to do so. He stands up and reaches into a cabinet that's in the room. He pulls out this small, tan piece of cloth.
"This is the pressure garment. I'll slide it on your arm, you need to leave it on for two weeks straight, around the clock. Only take it off for showering. I'll prescribe enough silicone gel to cover you for the two weeks. Apply it once daily, preferably after you shower." I listen carefully to his instructions, "Okay."
Slowly, he slides the constricted garment up and on my arm, it's so tight I can hardly bend my arm. "It'll be frustrating and, in the way, but please leave it on." I nod to his request. "I will, I'll do whatever it takes." Dr. Jeon gives me a small smile. "I wish all my patients were as cooperative as you." I giggle a little bit. He types something on the laptop behind him and then turns back to me.
"Your prescription is sent to the pharmacy on file. I'll see you in two weeks!" I nod and thank him. "Thanks Dr. Jeon, I'll see you soon." I shake his hand with my left arm, not wanting to move my right one very much. I put my shirt back on.
Grabbing my purse from the chair, I leave the room and walk down the hallway. I open another door and am back into the waiting room. Jimin's head shoots up and he looks at me. He gets up quickly and approaches me. My heart races as I watch him walk towards me.
He eyes me curiously, trying to figure out what Dr. Jeon did to me. I give him a small smile, not knowing what else to do. "Isn't Jungkook great?" He asks me and I nod. "Yes, I'll be back in two weeks if you want to schedule me." He frowns but walks back over to his desk.
"Okay, two Monday's from now, at noon, is that alright?" I tap my hands on his desk and then reply to him. "Yes, that's perfect, thank you."
I spin to leave and head out of the door. I turn my head up and down the street, looking for a taxi to take me home. I hear the door open behind me. "Wait!" I turn around and see Jimin. I check my belongings, making sure I didn't leave something behind.
"I wanted to ask you earlier but got interrupted. Do you want to get a drink with me sometime?" He asks me and my heart flutters and then stops. If I had been anyone else, any other girl, this would have made me happy. It did make me happy, but then I quickly remembered my situation.
Turning my eyes to the concrete sidewalk, I feel bad. "I'm sorry, I can't." I turn back towards the road, but Jimin grabs my elbow and spins me back around. My eyes meet with his again. "Why can't you? Are you spoken for?" My eyebrows pull together. Yeah right, I can't even get some drunk guy at the bar to sleep with me.
"No...it's just not a good time." I try to give him some half-baked excuse. He deserved better than that, but I didn't know what else to say. "When will it be a good time?" He is being relentless. I sigh deeply. "I don't know." I probably sounded like an asshole, but I was being honest with him. Everything I said was the truth.
"Do you not find me attractive?" He questions me further and I begin to panic. I avert my eyes quickly, not wanting to make eye contact with him while my face blushed. I found him so attractive that he muddled my thoughts. I couldn't think straight at all when I was looking into those coffee-colored eyes.
I wave my arm to the taxi that's approaching, I needed out of here. Things were getting too real. And too hairy.
The cab slows down in front of me. "In two weeks then?" He asks me and I shake my head at him. "I'm sorry, please understand. I'm saving you a lot of grief and time." I inform him and step inside the taxi. As I shut the door, I look out the window at him. He looks so confused, his sweet face full of misunderstanding.
He watches as I'm pulled away. My heart was racing inside my chest. I wanted so desperately to tell him yes. To throw caution to the wind and live a little. I haven't lived in so long. But I knew it would just end like all the others. He would be disgusted by me in the end. I'd be hurt and he would be angry that I wasted his time.
I was doing him a favor. He just didn't know it.
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