Third person POV
Yoongi was in the room next to jungkooks .
He was in deep thoughts as he stared no where
He felt someone eyeing him and turned to look at the door.
He was greeted by a male who was a few feet away from the bed with a first aid box in his hand standing like a zombie.
He must be the doctor he thought.
Jimin felt his cheeks burning as he knew his patient just caught him drooling over him.
Shit jimin
Jimin approached yoongi and told him to take off his shirt and sit comfortably.
As he sat on the small chair next to the bed.
Yoongi reseted his head on the headboard as he half leaned,as jimin started cleaning his wound.
Yoongis POV
I was in my thoughts
And Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes looking at me.
I turned to look right into the persons eyes and
Fuck
He looked a bit flustered by the sudden eye contact.
Interesting
He was holding a first aid box I suppose he is the doctor.
He told me to take off my shirt and sit comfortably. I followed his instruction and sat down.
As the cute doctor was cleaning my wound,I took note of his features.
His eyes concentrating on my wound , his face was small with soft yet sharp features , his brown locks falling on his forehead slightly parted from the middle . His skin was glowing like a goddess ,his small nose, his chubby cheeks , his sharp jaw ,his plump pink lips perfectly kissable.
Cute
I was able to feel my heart beat. It was going crazy.
Was I anxious?why am I feeling so nervous? and why do I feel like hot water volcanos errupting inside my stomach?
What are you doing to me kitten?
I try to start a conversation because why not
" Hey,I am suga"
" Jimin " he said as his eyes were still concentrating on my wound
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My private doctor(ON HOLD)
FanfictionWhen yoongi crashes into jimin's clinic one night Jimin's world is flooped Guys this is my first book please show some love ✨💞 Main ship: yoonmin Side ships:Taekook, Namjin Hobi is in the single club This story contains Boy× Boy Mature language Flu...
