Smut Book: Jeon Jungkook

Dr.Jeon (2)

He arrives at the hospital, his mind still on Y/n. He goes to the locker room to change into his scrubs, his movements mechanical. He meets up with his colleagues in the operating room, going over the patient's files. He's focused, but his thoughts keep drifting back to Y/n.

He's in the middle of the surgery, his hands steady as he operates on the patient's brain. He's completely concentrated, his brow furrowed in intense focus while guiding and explaining the resident doctors.

The surgery goes smoothly, and he finishes it with precision and accuracy. As he steps back, his colleague praises him, "Jungkook, you're a genius. That was a tough surgery, but you made it look easy."

He smiles humbly, but his mind is already wandering back to Y/n. He checks his watch, realizing it's already lunchtime. "Thanks, Min-soo."

The hospital cafeteria was abuzz with activity as the lunch hour approached. Jungkook sat at a table by the window, nursing a cup of coffee. He felt good, his mood happy by the successful procedure.

"Hey!" Jungkook looked up from his phone, his face breaking into a wide grin as you approached the table. "Hey, baby..." He greeted, pulling out a chair for you. His eyes roamed over you appreciatively, taking in your scrubs and the stethoscope around your neck.

"I heard about the surgery... you did it again... you proved why you're the face of this institution."

He chuckled, his pride evident. "I'm just doing my job..." He replied modestly, his hand reaching out to hold yours. "But I'm glad you're proud of me..." His eyes darkened as he looked at you. "You look beautiful..." He murmured, his thumb caressing your knuckles.

"So... I wanted to talk about last night..." she said. He sat up straighter, his expression expectant. "Okay..." He prompted, his grip on your hand tightening. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, anticipation coiling in his stomach. "You're not going to tell me it was a mistake, are you?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

"No...no...it's just...you did not made it clear what are we..." she asked softly.

He looks at her, his expression softening as relief washes over him. "Oh, darling..." He breathes, reaching out to take her hand in his. "I thought it was pretty clear... We're dating, Y/n..."

"Oh....okay...it's just you didn't say it..." He sighed. "Fine... We're dating, officially..." He stated, his voice firm. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. "From now on, I don't want to hear any doubts or questions about our relationship..."

"Okay..." she smiled. "Good..." He nuzzled your neck, his hands wandering over your body. He nipped at your earlobe, his breath fanning over your ear. "I want to see you tonight..." He murmured, his voice low. "Can you stay over?"

"Yeah... I have an afternoon shift tomorrow. And today, I'll be done by 6 pm, what about you?" He smiled, his hands squeezing you possessively. "I have a conference, but I'll be done early. I'll pick you up at 6 pm..." He announced, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. "Don't keep me waiting, baby..." He warned, his lips pressing against your temple.

"Okay." She said... satisfied, he let you go, his arms unwrapping from around you, his eyes never leaving your face. He reached out, taking your hand in his once more. "Baby...?" He called out softly, his voice hesitant.

"Yeah?" She asked. He bit his lip, his eyes uncertain. "You're not...regretting last night, are you?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She sigh "why would i?...I gave you consent, babe...stop overthinking." He nodded, relief washing over his face. "You're right..." He murmured, his hand squeezing yours. "I just...I care about you so much... I don't want to lose you..." He confessed, his eyes searching yours