The Cute Doctor//Namjin//boyxboy

//Part IV//

Beautiful? Me?
I asked myself, still staring into his deep brown eyes.

I gently pushed his hands away and scooted further from him, trying not to get so intimate again.

"Listen," I began
"I just met you. We can't really... That'd be..."

He seemed to understand, and kept his distance for the rest of the movie, looking down at his phone every once in a while with an annoyed expression on his face.

After the movie ended, he stood up and said, "I need to go to work in a little while, so I'll drive you home then leave."

I stood up along with him and followed him out the door, heading to the garage where his car was parked.

He opened the door for me when we got there, so I thanked him and stepped inside.

After he had entered the car and started it up, I awkwardly asked,
"Umm... Can I maybe...have your phone number?"

This seemed to have made him happy, because he looked at me with a small smile on his face, then took out a blue post it note and wrote his number down.

I took the paper nervously from his hands and thanked him again, then told him my address.

I was a bit scared that he would judge my house, for his was gorgeous while I had a small, modern-ish home that wasn't exactly always clean- the life of a doctor.

I was relieved when he opened the car door for me and seemed content and not at all judgmental of my living space.

"Ah...Seokjin... Would you like to, maybe, hang out some other time?"

I was shocked for a moment, one because he finally let down his bad-boy act-or whatever that all was- and two, because he actually wanted to spend time with me. 

"Y-yeah. That'd be... Great."
I mentally slapped myself for saying 'great,' because I was really trying not to come off as clingy.

It seemed to please him that I also wanted to hang out with him again, so he smirked and we said our goodbyes.

When I returned to my room after a loooonnnggg day at work and with Namjoon, all I wanted to do was lay on my bed and sleep, but I knew that was not an option in my situation.

I was afraid the entire time I was with Namjoon that I smelled like blood or piss from the patients, but was relieved when I smelled myself and my clothing and there was no trace of any offensive odors.

I stripped, and got into the hot water of my shower after preparing it.
I was in the mood to touch myself, but for some reason I decided against it, thinking Namjoon would not approve.

This doesn't make any sense.