ONESHOTS | BTS

01

GYNEC

YN winced in silent pain. Ugh! This is getting unbearable.

Park YN, the wife of the city's renowned gynecologist, Dr. Park Jimin, felt a familiar ache in her chest. Theirs was an arranged marriage, and while YN's feelings for Jimin had blossomed over time, his remained distant. He barely spoke to her, leaving her yearning for a genuine connection.

Determined to make the marriage work, YN harbored a secret. The throbbing pain stemmed from a personal habit - a way of coping with her unfulfilled desires. She imagined Jimin, indulging in forbidden pleasures, his touch igniting a fire within her.

Having a gynecologist husband was a double-edged sword. While it meant discreet treatment for situations like this, the embarrassment of admitting her actions, especially to someone who saw countless patients daily, was overwhelming.

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YN knocked tentatively on Jimin's office door. He looked up from his patient files, a furrow etching his brow as he saw his wife seeking permission to enter.

"Come in," he said curtly.

YN entered and hesitantly approached his desk. She cleared her throat, trying to gather her courage.

"What can I do for you?" Jimin asked, his voice devoid of warmth.

Just as YN opened her mouth to speak, a wave of pain washed over her. She gasped, clutching her chest and letting out a soft moan. Jimin's gaze snapped towards her, his professional demeanor momentarily cracking.

"Breast pain?" he inquired, concern replacing his usual stoicism.

YN nodded tightly, her eyes squeezed shut in mortification. Jimin rose and approached her, stopping at a professional distance and leaning against his desk. He studied her posture with a practiced eye.

"Let me see," he said gently.

YN peeked at him, her heart hammering against her ribs. His gaze met hers, and for a fleeting moment, a spark ignited in his light brown eyes. Flustered, YN fumbled with her shirt buttons, her fingers trembling slightly. Finally, the fabric fell away, leaving her exposed in her bra.

A jolt of surprise shot through Jimin. His wife, always beautiful, seemed to radiate an unexpected allure in this vulnerable state. He caught a glimpse of her delicate collarbone, the rise and fall of her chest with each strained breath, and the soft swell of her breasts. A surge of heat rose in his core, making his breath hitch.

Jimin tore his gaze away, his desire a tangible presence in the air. He'd harbored feelings for YN too, buried beneath the assumption she found his profession off-putting. But her vulnerability, the way she admired him so fiercely, had ignited a fire within him.

He craved her. Not just physically, though his body ached for hers. He yearned for the intimacy they'd never truly shared, the connection he'd foolishly denied himself.

"Bra too," he rasped, his voice thick with pent-up need.

YN's breath hitched. Shame tinged her cheeks, a familiar dance with the raw desire simmering beneath. But Jimin's gaze, intense and searching, held a vulnerability that mirrored her own.