BTS imagines

Fluff || Jungkook

Requested by: kookiemonster76679

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The  slow ticks of the clock, the pungent smell of medicine—you absolutely hated being hospitalized. It wasn't really the medicine nor the smell you hated—it was so bored. Chewing down on your lip your eyes traveled through the room—the plastic curtains, the metal beds and the "friendly" neighbour beside you.

"Ms. Lee I have come to check up on your-excessive breathing"

The male, soft voice attracted you—his face was beautiful. It bother you, greatly—and you were in need in some entertainment. "FIGHT ME"

The nurse continued his way, placing the clipboard on the bed. "I'll just set this up for you" he smiled with pearly white teeth, shifting his . You watched him, an eyebrow raised—he basically just ignored you. "Maybe later" he noticed your glare, responding calmly, collected.

2 hours later, the same handsome ass nurse stepped in your room—a cup in his hand. "Ms. Lee, your tea" he slipped out the little table attached to your bed—carefully placing the glass cup. "Fight me" you whispered, agitated already from his earlier response. You gagged against your saliva, a normal effect of your breath problems.

"What the hell you smiling at?" You spat, noticing his—cute as fuck—bunny smile.  "I won't fight because I know I'll win" his smile grew wider, and his eyes crinkled—his tongue slipping out of his mouth. "Enjoy your mint tea" the innocent smile grew into a nasty smirk. Interest took over you, peeking under cup a small folded paper was neatly taped.

Inspecting the folded paper you traced your fingers around the edges—the ink on the inside seeping through as you put it up at the light.

Fight me? :)
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