The Cute Doctor//Namjin//boyxboy

//Part I//

I sighed, sitting down at my desk after getting off my break.
I heard footsteps entering the room and said, "How may I help you?" Without looking up from my papers.

I was quickly alerted by a deep, sexy voice coming from just a foot or two in front of me, saying, "You can help me by giving me your number, Sweetheart."
I looked up to see a tall, handsome man  with gorgeous hair and eyes, dressed up in a black tux that suited him perfectly.
My heart instantly began to pound in my chest, and my eyes opened wide.
I quickly shook the feeling off, thinking 'I must be serious, no matter how sexy this man is...ugh.'
"Sir, I am a professional, state your business or leave."
He smirked down at me, showing his fucking gorgeous dimples, and, ignoring me completely, said, "Such a cute boy shouldn't be so serious. Why don't you come relax with me at my place?"
I internally moaned, and begged myself to stay calm no matter how amazing that sounded, and instead replied, "I'm here for work, now please state your business or leave, I have more important things to do than let you play with me."
He leaned down and whispered in the sexiest fucking voice I could ever imagine, "Oh, I can't be that bad, can I?"

I'd be surprised if I hadn't just came in my pants.

Hiding my flushed face by keeping my eyes on my papers, all scattered across my messy desk, I tried to keep calm-
But, of course, he saw right through me.

Again he whispered, "What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?"
I finally glanced up at his gorgeous face inches away from mine, blush spreading across my cheeks, and replied, "N-no, sir. It's just I-I'm at work... If you do not have an appointment get out of my office."
I mentally slapped myself a billion times over for sounding so embarrassed.
"Actually I'm here for a friend who is getting his cast off today, but I thought I'd come see you, cutie."
I glanced away from him, knowing I was breaking and soon I would either throw him out in anger or rush out of work early with him, and neither was okay with me.
So, I did what seemed best.

"I get off work at 5. If you still want me to hang out with you, pick me up."

He wore a dimply smile, as he slowly got up and replied, "Of course I'll be there, sweetie. What's your name?"

Without hesitating, I told him, "Seokjin, or Jin for short."

"Well hello, Jin. I'm Namjoon."

Namjoon huh.