My special patient// kim taehyung BTS

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟷

I woke up panting, sweat dripping down my forehead and body. "UGH, not again!" I exclaimed. I have been having the same nightmare since the day my parents died in front of my eyes.

Well, let's not get all emotional in the first chapter.

My bedsheets were damp because of my sweat. "Disgusting, as always." I checked the clock; it was 5:26 am.

"At least I woke up 4 minutes earlier," I encouraged myself, although it didn't work.

Okay, so I am a Psychiatrist.

Even though I can't solve my own problems of nightmares, I do make a good Psychiatrist.

As the saying goes, 'Doctors are the worst patients.' It's kinda similar in my case.

I got up to take a hot bath, hot water pouring down my skin. I loved this feeling. It never hurt. If it was a normal person, the water might have been too hot, but not for me. I did my morning routine, wore my formals, and a little makeup.

When I was checking myself out in the mirror, "Get upppp princess." My brother 'Mark' screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Shut the heck up, bro, I'm up already."

Hehe, that's how our relationship is; he loves me a lot, and I roast him a lot. Awesome chemistry! ;)

I went down to the living room, the smell of pancakes filling up my nostrils.

I started fake crying and said, "Bro, you learned to make pancakes! I'm so proud of you, big brother."

"What the heck Y/N, I've been making the same pancakes for 15 years," he said.

"Oh, so that 'thing' I've been eating for so many years was pancakes?" I said, giving myself a fake facepalm and shaking my head. "Hey, you can say anything to me, but not to my pancakes!" Mark exclaimed, pouting and handing me some pancakes.

"I can't believe this stupid shitty human in front of me is one of the members of a mafia group," I said, showing my tongue to piss him off.

"How can you say I'm shitty? You wanna die, princess?" He said with a smirk.

I made a disgusting face. "Does that face scare people? I would be laughing my butt off at that smirk."

We continued chatting, or rather roasting each other for almost an hour. One more minute, and I was ready to throw my hands on him.

Fortunately, I looked at my watch and decided to leave.

I took my Bugatti from the garage.

And sped to meet my patient 'Chen.'

I only treat one patient at a time so I can focus on them. Also, my patients are not normal people; they are rather abnormal.

From gangsters to VIP mafia heads, and so on. My brother never wanted to force me into the cruel mafia world, so he gave me the freedom to do anything. But he was enraged when I decided to become a psychiatrist for gangsters. Well, it was my decision, so he had to accept it. Moreover, I am not afraid of them; I can fight and protect myself. I'm good with weapons too. And at least someone has to treat these people. It's fun too; I get to see new sides of people who are always called the bad. Sometimes they are not even that bad; they have their own stories. Well, enough of this, back to the story. It was my last day with my patient Chen. He did particularly well and was healed pretty quickly.

I went into his house, or rather, his mansion.

His group EXO greeted me. Suho said, 'Y/N, missed you... "Me too Suho, where's Chen?" I asked. "Looking for me, Doc?" Suddenly, Chen whispered behind my back. I was not even surprised; it was how he was, sneaky. "Hey Chen, how you doing?" I asked. "Awesome, with your help, Doc, I don't get too angry now; I can control it," Chen said happily. "That's good news, Chen," I said smiling.

Chen's expression changed into a dull one, and he said, "But now you can't treat me anymore. How will I meet you again, Y/N?"

I took his hand in mine. "Hey, I'll always be there for you; I'm your doctor forever, but I'll take more money," I said jokingly.

We both chuckled. After a couple of hours of chatting and questioning, I signed the medical form and bid farewell to everyone.

I got into my car and sighed. "What now?" I asked myself. Then after some thinking, I decided to go to the club. I really needed some alcohol. First, I decided to go home to freshen up and change. While driving, suddenly a car came out of nowhere and crashed into mine. It was not a big accident, but my car was hurt. "What the heck!" I screamed. I got out of the car and checked how badly it had been thrashed. I got furious; it was my baby, my favorite car. I was sweating when a guy tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and saw him. Oh my, I had to agree he was so mother freaking hot. I was literally drooling in my mind when he spoke, "I'll pay for the damage." He said coldly. But his VOICE!! He had a deep, husky, and mesmerizing voice. Omg, get yourself together Y/N. "Well, mister handso.... I mean, whoever you are, I don't need your money, but can you at least apologize, man?" I spat. "Well, if that will get your car fixed, sorry." He said cockily with a smirk. I was so pissed; my day just got ruined because of this bastard. GODD. I saw him with disgust on my face, got inside my car, and drove off, leaving him there dumbfounded.