Enhypen BxB Oneshots

⚠️School Nurse ➤ sunsun ➤ soft smut

yeonbubbles back with another oneshot...and yet no pornstar update...its been a year...
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5: 54 pm
@ the school clinic

*knock, knock, knock.*

Three knocks echoed through the empty halls, startling Sunoo.

He glanced at the clock—most students had already left. Curiosity piqued, he abandoned his task of organizing medical supplies and moved towards the decorated door.

He opened it with a bright, welcoming smile.

"Yes? May I hel—"

'Not you again...'

Sunoo's smile faded as he recognized the disheveled figure standing before him.

Bruises, cuts, and blood stains marred the gangster's well-built face. The male cracked his neck loudly, adjusting his crumpled uniform.

"Yea, you can help me, my jaw hurts," Sunghoon said with a sly grin.

*crack*

Sunoo's expression shifted to a disappointed frown.

Park Sunghoon

Graduating student, proud delinquent, and an academic nightmare—barely passing classes, his desk as empty as his air bagged flirting. Oh, how he hated him.

"Wow, you're later than usual," Sunoo remarked, unimpressed. He glanced at his watch, noting that Sunghoon was over forty minutes late for his usual check-in.

"Seems like you're not happy to see me?" Sunghoon pouted, his bruised and bloody lips stretching painfully.

"I'm not, never will be," Sunoo replied flatly.

"Ouch, that hurt," Sunghoon whined, rubbing his jaw theatrically.

"Yeah, yeah, fuckboy. Go sit down before I make things even worse," Sunoo said sternly, pointing to the examination table.

"Finally," Sunghoon drawled, making his way to the table with casual nonchalance. Sunoo followed, grabbing a fresh pair of gloves and some antiseptic.

"Why do you even do this to yourself aside from showing off?" he asked, applying the antiseptic to a cotton swab.

"It's what I do—I'm part of a gang. I fight, I steal, I cause trouble, I fix trouble, but mainly, I do this to see you," Sunghoon replied with a wink.

"What, are you in love with me or something?" Sunoo asked, dabbing the cotton swab gently on Sunghoon's cuts, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Most definitely, Sunoo," Sunghoon said with a smirk.

"I'm older than you. Use honorifics. Just because you're a blown-out gangster doesn't mean you can call me whatever you want, Sunghoon," Sunoo retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, babe. I'm not feeling well; my lips hurt," Sunghoon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ew, don't call me that ever again or I'll stab you with a syringe," Sunoo threatened, discarding the used cotton swab and reaching for some ointment.

"You're very hard to please, aren't you? Hyung?" Sunghoon teased, leaning back on the table.

"Nothing about you is pleasing. In fact, your presence in my office makes me want to overdose. Not even Naloxone can reverse it," Sunoo muttered, applying the ointment to Sunghoon's bruises with deliberate care.