Dirty Doctor || ft. Jeon Jungkook [JJk] X Reader. {Completed}

CHAPTER 5 : Y/N.

Y/N P.O.V

On Friday, I stood in front of a huge ass building. The lobby of a glittering, glass building that was nestled in between two condominiums on in the center of Seoul. There were a few black sofas and chairs artfully placed around the marble floors, and an elevator at the center with shiny, silver doors. The words "Seoul Avenue Wellness" were etched onto a wall across from me, with a long list of doctor names underneath. This definitely doesn't look like a private practice but a luxuries hotel.

"Excuse me?" I walked over to the security guard, "I have a tour scheduled for this evening. Which floor do I need to go to for the Seoul Avenue Wellness Center?" I ask. He raised his eyebrow, as if he couldn't tell if I was joking or not. Then he laughed.
"All of the floors are part of the practice, Miss. You're probably looking for Miss Krystal, though. 16 floor." he said, hitting the up button.
"Thank you." I stepped inside the elevator and hit 16 as the doors closed.

The second the lift stopped and revealed the 16th floor, my jaw dropped. It looked more like a vacation resort lobby than a department of a private practice. The broad floor to ceiling windows gave a perfect view of the rain; there were lavish chaises facing the city, and the massive glass desk in the center of the room was the only giveaway that this might be a place for healthcare. A few women dressed in light blue scrubs compared notes and laughed, and a female doctor in a white coat and black dress, held the desk's phone up to her ear.

"Are you Y/N? Y/N L/N?" A bubbly blonde stepped right in front of me.
"Yes, that's me."
"Well, great! You're right on time! Let me get your coat. You won't want it getting dusty when we walk through the sections under renovation." I took off my coat and she smiled as I handed it over, "I take it you're going somewhere special after this?" I nodded, "I'll make your first tour short, then. Most of the doctors are gone for the day anyway."

I caught the nurses pointing in my direction as she walked away, and I began to regret for some reason wearing my date outfit here. My dress was black and sleeves hung low, stopping right in the middle of my thighs. The cut at the front was low enough that the tops of my breasts spilled over the fabric a bit, and my red and silver stilettos were far from appropriate for meeting my future coworkers.