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

CHAPTER 8 : Y/N.

Y/N P.O.V

"So, you're saying that you're never going to tell him it was you who stood him up? I really don't think it would be that big of a deal, and maybe he'd laugh about it. You know?" Lisa sat across from me at our favorite coffee shop.
"No, I don't see a point anymore. We have a really good working relationship right now, and I actually like working in a private practice, way more than I thought I would. It's been great." I sipped my latte.
"Well, good for you. Is he a good boss?"
"Yeah, actually. He's been nothing but nice and patient with me when it comes to all the projecting I have to do, and I really don't want to mess that up. I can't afford to mess that up."
"I guess. So, by working alongside him are you any less attracted to him?"

Hell no ... "Yeah, a little bit." I lied because I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth about Dr. Jeon. The man was basically walking, breathing sex and everyone in that office knew it. Hell, even his patients knew it. In fact, I was pretty sure 20% of his patients were perfectly normal and only booking his 300-dollar per hour therapy sessions so they could flirt and stare at Jungkook.

I thought I could handle it at first. I honestly believed that Jumgkook simple gestures of buying me coffee in the morning, offering to buy me lunch, or allowing me to sit in on sessions would eventually fade away, but every night when I lay alone in my bed, my fingers found their way beneath my panties and all I could think about was him. I was doing my best to avoid being around him one-on-one because it didn't take much for him to turn me on, but with every second glance he gave me and every bite of his prized Pocky sticks, I was reminded that I truly, truly wanted to feel Jumgkook deep inside of me.

"Whoa. This is one of my interns. I've got to go." Lisa stood up from the table as her pager beeped
"See you at home later. But wait. Tell me, is the residency at Seoul Medical everything you thought it would be? Is it as great as we used to dream about?" I said.
"Absolutely not. It's absolutely awful and I think you'd totally hate it." She smiled, lying like a good best friend.
"Thank you." She gave me a hug and left the café.

***

I took my time drinking the rest of my latte, deciding to head into work an hour early to do some additional work for Dr. Jeon. The second I walked into "our" office; I immediately noticed the set up was different.

Jungkook had moved my desk into a corner, and he'd placed two bookshelves next to it that were filled with files. Not only that, but he'd installed a folding screen that separated my side of the office from the area where the patients sat on the chaise. Oh, and he'd taken away the two jars of "Thank you for being a great resident" Pocky sticks he'd just given me yesterday. Jungkook had also moved them to his desk, giving him six candy stashes to my zero.

What the hell is going on?

"Good morning, Dr. L/N. You're here early this morning." Jungkook hit the lights as he walked into the office seconds later.
"Yeah, I wanted to come in and do some work on the Mr. Shin chart before we met with him today."

"We won't be meeting with him. It'll only be me. You'll need to leave my office when he comes and do your work in the break lounge until the session is over. You'll need to leave my office whenever I'm meeting with a patient for the rest of the week." he said, his voice clipped. I blinked, utterly confused, "Also," he said, pointing to the bookshelves, "Do you see those files that I've placed over there?" I didn't answer. I just nodded. "I need all those categorized by the end of the week, so I suggest you get started with the patients who are the most current on sessions. It'll make your job a lot easier. Any questions? It looks like you have something to say."

Are you bipolar?

"Um ... Did you by chance forget to take any med-" I hesitated to continue when I noticed him narrowing his eyes at me, daring me to complete that sentence, "With all due respect, Dr. Jeon, I need to practice something. That's kind of the whole point of a residency. I can't just file papers all day."
"That's exactly what you're going to do all day."
"No ..." I crossed my arms, hating the fact that even in the midst of him being an utter jackass, he still had the ability to turn me on, "The program that you and your team graciously put together said my first three months would be spent working directly with you and learning about better ways to handle cognitive therapy. It didn't say anything about reading over charts and files all day."
"Are you disobeying me?"
"I'm warning you. I don't mind doing the files in order of importance, and I don't mind working overtime hours to get them done-" I wasn't going to let him push me over, no matter how wet my panties were right now.

"I'm not paying you overtime hours."
"Regardless, I don't mind doing those files in order of importance, but if you think that you're going to hamper my career in any way because you're having a bad day and haven't taken your meds, you have another think coming, Dr. Jeon." I said, narrowing my eyes right back at him.
"Is that so, Dr. L/N?"
"Yes, that is so. That is very so" I looked right into his gorgeous dark eyes.

"Hmmm ..." A slight smirk crossed his lips, but he didn't let it stay, "So, what you're saying is that you were promised a certain type of outcome for the residency and you expect me to show up and honor exactly what you were told, correct?"

"Yes. That's precisely what I'm saying."
"So, the idea of me suddenly changing my mind at the last minute and not honoring what you originally agreed upon would be, how can I put this .....Fucked up?"

"Um, yes ... Yes, I guess you could say it would be 'fucked up.' Does that mean you understand where I'm coming from?" I wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"No. No, the fuck it does not. It means that you are indeed a resident. That means you report to me for this part of your program and you do exactly what I tell you to do, whether you think it's important to your career or not." He glared at me. I bit my tongue before the words, "Who the hell do you think you are?" could leave my mouth,

"I even did you a favor," he said, pulling a small sheet of paper from his pocket and handing it to me, "I wrote down the most important files for you. The top 20 I need completed by tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, specifically the Markson's family files. No exceptions. Are we clear?" I didn't answer him. I remained standing there with my teeth clenched, with the words I really wanted to say tucked tightly beneath my tongue.

"Dr. L/N?" He stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us, "I said, are we clear?"
"Crystal clear, Dr. Jeon. I understand you completely." I forced a smile.

"Good." Jungkook looked me up and down and then he headed toward the door, "Oh, and by the way," he said, looking over his shoulder, "Everything you're probably feeling right now is more than justified. It's exactly how I felt when you stood me up, Shookookie7." My jaw immediately dropped to the floor, "Too bad I didn't get to test how wide your mouth could open the night we were supposed to meet," Jungkook said, looking far more upset than he was minutes ago, "If your shocked expression is any indication, your mouth is quite impressive."

Jumgkook left me in the empty cabin in uttershock.