𝐌𝐀𝐃 ᵗᵃᵉᵍᵍᵘᵏ

vi.

"hello, taehyung." dr. jeon entered the room with a wide grin spread across his face, immediately examining the tight shirt hugging his patient's chest nicely, licking his lips at the outline of his nipples through the cloth, "how are you doing today?"

      "fine." he responded bluntly, pulling out his phone and reading his texts, groaning when the fuchsia pulled it out of his hands, setting it on the glass table in-between them, "what's the big fucking deal? don't rip things out of my hands like that, i'm not in the mood." he took his phone back, stuffing it in his pocket.

      "you know i don't like it those devices. don't go on them during our session." taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest to show his irritation, though dr. jeon ignored him, opening his folder and beginning his scribbles. "how do you feel about taking medicine for your anger?"

      "medicine?" taehyung furrowed his brows, "what kind of medicine? weed?"

      dr. jeon stood with a scoff, leaving the room for a few minutes before returning with two small orange plastic bottles with pills inside, as well as a paper cup filled with water. he threw the bottles into the brunet's lap, the male's eyes widening as he read the labels, unfamiliar with the medicine, dr. jeon setting the water cup on the glass table.

      "seroquel and scopolamine?" he shook the bottles, watching the pink and white pills shake in their separate containers, "what are these?"

      "just some medication to help deal with anger," dr. jeon grinned and cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward with his hands clasped together, elbows propped against his knees, "it's nothing to worry about, i promise. they may have some side effects such as nausea and vomiting but again, that's nothing to worry about, you're in completely safe hands, taehyung. why don't you take them now, then one of each every two days."

taehyung bit his lip and stared at the medication, hesitant. "shouldn't i.. ask my parents if i'm even allowed taking meds? they might be against it."

      "taehyung," the fuchsia slid his tongue over his bottom lip, irritation becoming evident on his still face, "why are you questioning my motives? i'm your psychologist, you came to me for help, remember? don't worry about your parents, if i say that you need medication for your anger, then you need it, alright?"

      the brunet nodded and lowered his eyes, fingers moving slowly as he popped the bottles open, trembling as he let one pink and one white pill slip into his hand, both already beginning to dissolve when he threw them into his mouth, gulping them down with the help of water. he coughed as they went down, a burning sensation forming in his chest and his cheeks and ears heating up.

      dr. jeon sighed happily and leaned back in his chair, opening his legs and resting his arms on the seat, hands twitching as they gripped onto the fabric, eagerly awaiting a response from his patient. a smirk grew on his face as he watched taehyung lean back into the chair, slowly starting to sway. he felt tingles in his abdomen as he continued staring, watching as the person in front of him slowly starting to lose consciousness, eyes rolling back ever so beautifully. "how do you feel, taehyung." he whispered.

      "d-dizzy.." he struggled to keep his head up, everything in his field of vision going blurry, "what's.. what's going on?"

      "it's the scopolamine," dr. jeon scoffed, standing and walking to the door, locking it before shooting taehyung another glance. he slowly neared him, getting down on one knee and sliding his hand up onto his knee, continuing to climb his fingers to his thigh, "now, i'm going to ask you a few questions, okay? answer truthfully, please. what did you have for lunch today?"

      "tteokbokki.."

      dr. jeon couldn't help but let a chuckle escape, "and you have a dog, no? what's your dog's name?"

      "yeontan.."

      the fuchsia slid his hand into taehyung's pocket, pulling out his phone, "and what's your phone password?"

      "2878.."

      his breath slowed as he entered the numbers, body screaming in anticipation. it clicked as it open, a cheshire cat-like grin growing on his face. he sat back in his chair and examined the phone; reading his messages, looking through his social media, checking all his pictures and reading his notes. he licked his lips as he came across a few shirtless pictures, chuckling. feeling accomplished, he set the phone down and stood, pulling taehyung to stand up as well, turning to sit on the seat and setting the brunet down in his lap, his slack arms hanging off the therapist's shoulders.

      he slid his hands onto taehyung's thighs, squeezing them and blushing at the firmness of them. his crooked smile lengthened as he cupped taehyung's limp face, staring into his lifeless eyes, his mouth hanging open like a dog, with drool slowly dribbling down his chin. "you're such a good boy, aren't you, taehyung?" he cooed, hugging him and rubbing the side of his head into his chest, "didn't even object when i told you to take medicine. so easy. so, so, so easy. you know that, right, taehyung?"

      "y-yes.." the latter muttered out, unable to control his words or actions, feeling an uncomfortable heat build in his stomach as dr. jeon's hands trailed down his thighs towards the inner area, body jerking as light touches brushed against the fly of his pants.

      "uh oh.." the therapist tutted, "i see the scopolamine has some effects i.. forgot to tell you about.." he slowly drew a line down his erection with his index, "it's unfortunate you're already under the influence, i would have told you sooner."

      taehyung bucked his hips at the feeling of dr. jeon's finger drawing lines up and down his hardness, gentle pants escaping his mouth and vision becoming blurrier than before; the colours of the room all meshing into a mess, rendering him nauseous. the fuchsia quickened his movements now with the help of his middle finger, chuckling at the erotic reactions.

      "you know, taehyung, i've been watching you for a little while. before we met, even." he felt pleasure as he teased the brunet, "you're just so.. interesting. i just had to know you, and i get whatever i want, you know? i guess i'm a little spoiled.. or maybe i just some deranged god complex, it doesn't matter, really." he looked down between his legs, admiring the outline of his own erection in his pants. "i really want to have sex with you.." he gulped, "but i'll wait. who are you imagining me as right now? hm, taehyung? a pretty girl, perhaps? a young man? myself?"

      he raised his eyes to the clock on the wall and groaned at how fast time was running out. an hour was not enough time. he stopped drawing the lines and stood, pushing the brunet down into the chair. he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves and his glasses, "our session seems to be nearing the end," he glanced back, "please take some time to.. relax yourself. see you next week, taehyung."

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haha spicy :)

joce: Hippocratic oath? Hippocratic oath? Oh my fuckin god she fuckin dead

seroquel: a psychotropic medication used to treat schizophrenia in adults and children, also used in the treatment of major depression and bipolar disorder. side effects: mood/behaviour changes, nausea, drowsiness, dizziness, light-headedness, etc.

scopolamine: scopolamine, also known as 'devil's breath' is a chemical derived from the flower of the "borrachero" shrub, common in the south american country of colombia. the compound is said to lead to hallucinations, frightening images, lack of free will; leaving victims in a "zombie-like" state with no ability to control their actions :3