But Beautiful

part 4

“Ah, Jungkook,” the doctor greeted, waving as Soojung began towards the front of the building again. “I was going to ask if you’d be interested in taking lead tomorrow with my supervision?”

“I would love that, thank you,” Jungkook answered eagerly, bowing deeply in respect.

“We’re going to start PT first thing in the morning, for the physically disabled mental health patients.” Jungkook looked up to the doctor, who began nodding before he even spoke. “Yes, we’ll be working with Taehyung. Since you’re the only person who has gotten some sort of progress with his indignant elective mutism, I think you taking the lead might be the push he needs to indicate more clearly what he’s feeling.”

Jungkook wanted to protest the doctor’s description of the patient, but he kept his comment on it to himself. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Great, now go home, have a meal, get some rest, and I’ll see you bright and early!”

With another bow, Jungkook took his leave with a bigger bounce in his step, looking forward to getting more hands-on experience with the patients.

“Good morning,” Jungkook greeted Dr. Yoo pleasantly as he met him in the hallway.

“Morning. Are you ready to get started?” he asked, holding a clipboard with a list of the patients that were waiting for physical therapy.

“Yes, I’m very excited!” the intern replied, a bright smile on his lips as he followed after the doctor towards the facility’s training center.

Dr. Yoo guided Jungkook through the first patient, an older man with schizophrenia that had a bad hip. Jungkook watched and then took over, giving the man gentle adjustments until his phsyioherapy session ended. Jungkook massaged some lidocaine cream into his skin, smiling kindly and seeing him off.

“Great job,” the doctor complimented, giving the younger a thumbs up. “There are only three more patients who are in the mental health physical therapy group,” he continued, leading him to a young woman who continuously flirted with him, trying to cop a feel and being reprimanded by the doctor repeatedly.

“What? He’s so handsome,” she groaned, rolling her eyes at the doctor. “Your hands feel good, Dr. Jeon,” she sang, her thighs parting as he continued to stretch and exercise her knee.

“I’m just a resident,” he commented, cheeks flushed to his ears as he tried to ignore her advances. She’s a patient and she’s mentally ill, and I’m a professional who can do this! he thought to himself, mentally admitting this was good practice because he would encounter endless different personalities throughout his medical career.

“Your hands can reside on my body,” she purred, causing Dr. Yoo to put his hand up and look at Jungkook.

“That’s enough, she’s not showing you any respect. We don’t tolerate this behavior and she knows it,” he spoke, voice rough and posture stiff. “We will leave the session at this.”

“Her session isn’t completed,” Jungkook replied, giving the doctor a look that matched his own gaze. “She’s a patient, correct? I’ll do my job as long as it’s able to be done,” he added, motioning for her to continue her strength reps while he addressed the doctor. “As long as she keeps her hands to herself,” he continued, looking at her with a slightly amused scowl when she giggled, “then I will help her.”

Dr. Yoo stared at him, eyebrows pinched together as he listened to his words. “Listen,” he began, stepping closer to Jungkook and lowering his voice, “this is my rehab, and if I say a patient is finished because of her behavior, that means it’s finished.”