My Candy Addicted Dentist || MEANIE ● WONMIN

|pervert_24|

This would be my first date in a long while.

He was so excited planning everything for the both of us. Although I may have shown little interest in all of this, I was actually very much intrigued as to what he has planned for the day ahead.

I don't know anything about the details of our itinerary so I might as well just dress casually to be safe. Then again, isn't it better to just ask him what to wear?

"Wonwoo, are you done changing?" speak of the devil.

"Yeah I'm done." might as well ask him now then.

"Am I overdressed? Why are you staring like that?" I thought I was dressed pretty casual. But after seeing his dazed face, I guess I was wrong.

"No no no you look great. Maybe even too great."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm scared people might crowd over you thinking you're some kind of celebrity." what a flirt.

It was decided then that I should change into a different outfit. I better let him choose then to make things easier for the both of us. I never knew how to dress. I was either very sloppy or very well-kept, which usually comes off as formal to others. Since I'm mostly at the clinic, I just opt to wear my scrubs and gown. I guess I never really had to stress too much about what I wear on the daily, well...that is till now.

I might as well take this off since the coat might be too much for a casual stroll.

"You sure are generous----wait what are you doing??" he looked rather panicked. Is he okay?

"I'm undressing." He was taking timid steps backwards towards a big wooden furniture I had placed near the door. What the heck is he doing?

"Why-why-why?"

"Mingyu!! Watch out!!"

I managed to slip my hand in between his back and the furniture. My heart was beating like crazy that it took a few seconds before I felt the stinging pain on my hand.

"Are you listening? Why weren't you watching where you were going? Do you have eyes on your back?"

My hand was starting to feel numb by this point. I had to get him off of it if I wanted to save it from being completely impotent .

"Wonwoo your hand!"

"Uugghh you idiot. Could you stop being reckless for once?"

"I'm really sorry Wonwoo. Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay? Do you want me to carry you or something? Get up already."

The moment his weight lifted from my hand, I felt the blood rush through it once again, and the tremendous pain that it went with it as well. It just had to be my left hand too. After minutes of hushing him down, I went out of the room to fetch my phone and call for help. This wasn't the first time I had my hand busted. Because of that, I made sure to have someone on call to treat me whenever I was hurt.

"Hello, yeah, it's me. Are you busy?"

"No not really. How are you these days?"

"I'm fine, wait---no I'm not."

"What is it?"

"Got some time for me?"

"Sure sure I'll see you in 10."

Going to a hospital was too bothersome for me. It's a good thing we live in the same condo. We just call each other whenever we needed help from one another.

Now back to this mess right here. I can't seem to use my hand as of the moment. It hurts like hell. Although I was the one with the broken hand, his face made it seem like he was in more pain than I was.

"We don't need to go to the hospital. Just pick the clothes already."

"What do you mean we don't need to? You just said it hurt. Forget the date, let's go to the hospital first."

"Why the hell are you crying? I'm the one that got hurt." him freaking out is also freaking me out for some reason.

"Exactly! And it's all my fault that you are."

I could see the genuine panic on his face. His trembling voice just made it even more obvious. He really does care for me. Then again, I guess I feel the same for him too. I walked towards him and wiped the tears on his face. He still looked unnecessarily handsome even when he was sobbing so hard, but...I didn't like seeing him like this.

"You don't have to be so hard on yourself. People make dumb choices. It may be an everyday thing for you, but for a rational person like me, it rarely happens I can assure you that."

"Jeez you're really rubbing it on my face."

The emotions that I felt at that moment were too immense that I just went with whatever first came to mind---protect him.

"It would seem like my rationality cease to exist the moment I realized you were about to get hurt. That was an example of a dumb choice of mine."

My hand was still caressing his face this whole time. The thought of him being the one getting hurt instead of me, made me feel depressed and anxious all of a sudden. I retrieved my hand back and grabbed the neck of my top. As I was wearing a rather fitted turtleneck, taking it off alone would just be both difficult and painful for me. I needed help.

"Now that we got that all cleared up, take this off for me."

"What?!!!"

"Would you stop overreacting? You're draining me here."

"You want me to take off your clothes?"

"Are you perhaps deaf?"

"No, I was just surprised. You know how I feel about you, so of course having you suddenly ask me to strip you dow---"

"Stop it. I take it back. Goodness, you just made everything weird."

He suddenly perked up from being the blubbering wreck he was a few minutes ago. Again with this scary ass mood changes of his. His smile was just getting wider and wider, I could only assume that whatever he was thinking was getting dirtier and dirtier as well.

"Wait I'll help you." his hands were now on my waist holding the edge of my top.

"Forget it. After what you just said I suddenly don't want your help. Just get out."

"Awww come on. You know it'll be easier if I'm here to help you." This mischievous smile that he's showing me right now is just another sign as to why I shouldn't accept any help from him now. Perverted bastard.

"Get out before I throw you out myself."

"You acting feisty isn't gonna change the fact that you can't do anything by yourself now with that hand of yours."

His hands suddenly shifted from grabbing the edge of my top to touching the bare skin on my waist. I didn't have to look at a mirror to know how I must've looked at that moment. Flustered and probably bright red. I felt hot and tense as his fingers went and brushed around my waist. I couldn't face him at all when he's being like this. He bent down and whispered to my ear. His warm breath, sending shivers throughout my body.

"Are you sure you don't need help?"

As if he was teasing me, he now started tapping and adding more pressure in his touches. My knees were starting to get weak as I just figured out that I'm actually a bit sensitive in the places he was touching me. The tension was getting too thick that I was so sure that he'd ravish me then.

"I'm taking it off the--"

Dingdong

Thank goodness he's here.