Vice

Chapter 11

"Your boyfriend won't stop texting me and it's getting on my nerves," Namjoon exclaimed, walking into Seokjin's workroom with his phone held out in front of him like it had a disease.

"You're preaching to the choir, sister. Why do you think I smashed my phone?" Seokjin asked, looking up from his computer and grinning. He had been working for three days straight, even though his boss was nowhere to be found, and the hacker had made huge progress with his project. It was nearly ready to start.

"Will you talk to him? Please? Or give him your new number at least? For the sake of my mental health?" Namjoon asked, looking so pitiful that it made Seokjin laugh. He slid off his comfy desk chair and took the phone. "Have you replied to him at all?" the hacker asked, scrolling up through the message thread.

The doctor sighed, burdened. "Yes, I told him that I wasn't you. But then, he asked who I was and when I told him I was the doctor currently treating you, he started flooding me with questions! It's like I'm texting your mom or something!"

"Trust me, my actual mom is worse. Tae is just a bit overprotective, he cares," Seokjin replied, scanning the texts and smiling. "I'll tell him to leave you alone, but he's not getting my number."

Seokjin tapped on the message bar and began to type.

You:

'Tae, it's Seokjin. Please stop harassing my doctor.'

Jin's Crazy Boyfriend:

'How do I know it's actually you?'

Seokjin huffed out a breath, opening the camera and putting it in selfie mode. He made his signature 'I will end you' face.

You:

*Attachment Sent*

Jin's Crazy Boyfriend:

'Looking stunning, as always'

'Knock it off, my doctor literally begged me to tell you to stop.'

'But I want to know how you're doing! He told me about the new treatment, how do you feel? Are you still taking your other meds?'

'Yes, I am still taking them, and the treatment is working really well. Now go away!'

'Well, you aren't answering your phone, how else am I supposed to find out what's happening!? Did you change your number?'

'Yes, and you aren't getting it. Goodbye!'

'No wait! Baby, talk to me!'

Seokjin handed the phone back to Namjoon, scowling at the doctor.

"If anything, that probably made it worse. And change his contact name, it should say ex-boyfriend," Seokjin muttered, returning to his desk and plopping back down in his giant chair.

"Oh my god! He's just texting your name and question marks now!" Namjoon exclaimed, his phone dining repeatedly.

Seokjin smiled to himself, glancing at the vase of white jasmine on his desk. Taehyung was such a drama queen.

"Go cry to Jungkook about it, he'll probably cut off Tae's fingers and give you some peace," Seokjin said. He meant it as a joke, and Namjoon knew that.

"You're forgetting about text-to-speech," the doctor groaned, making Seokjin chuckle.

"Where is our sweet, even tempered boss anyway? I haven't seen him in days."

It had taken Seokjin a while to regain the ability to stand after his and Jungkook's shower session. He wasn't angry with the criminal, Jungkook was a very physical person and Seokjin knew his words had hurt the criminal deeply. He understood that Jungkook had just been working off his emotions, and even though it was rough, the sex was still fucking incredible.