𝐌𝐀𝐃 ᵗᵃᵉᵍᵍᵘᵏ

xvii.

jimin sat in the waiting area with his legs pressed together and bouncing out of boredom, eyes trailing around the room, trying to find something to entertain himself with. a few weeks had passed since he first met jeongguk, though the therapist had reached out to him the day before, asking if they could meet at his office. jimin ruffled his hair, thinking of what they might be meeting for.

      "jimin?" the male looked up, smiling brightly when he met eyes with jeongguk, standing promptly, "right this way, please." jeongguk said monotonously, already heading down the hallway he came from.

      jimin followed him sheepishly. he looked at his back, noticing how mannerly he looked in his work attire. when they first met he seemed more laid-back, though now that he was wearing his button up and straight-legged pants, he really seemed businesslike. he felt his face redden at the sight of his biceps squeezing against the dress shirt, signalling how fit he was. "you can have a seat right over there." jeongguk pointed to a pair of dark blue chairs, shutting and locking the door behind him.

      "what did you want to talk about?" jimin sat on one of the chairs, inhaling the pleasant smell of cleaning product, "it smells really good in here, did you recently clean?"

     "there was an.." jeongguk paused, looking around, "accident with one of my patients, really nothing to worry about." he sat across from jimin, staring at him in the eyes, "i'm not sure if taehyung has told you yet, but i recently met with him for the first time the other day."

      "yeah, he told me." jimin scratched his neck anxiously, "told me you did something kind of weird."

      "i did something weird?" jeongguk cocked his head, "like what?"

      "you- don't quote me on this- did some kind of prostate exam?"

      jeongguk's jaw clenched in reflex, jimin's words echoing through him. he stared at the male, puzzling the pieces together, realizing that taehyung had babbled about what they did. he chuckled to himself, running his fingers over his lips, eyes still connected to a now anxious jimin. "he what?" he smirked, cocking his head. "prostate exam?"

      "i don't know if i heard it right!" he quickly became flustered, "he didn't really seem to want to talk about it anyways.." jimin's eyes widened when jeongguk stood, following him to the sink where he opened a drawer, searching through it, "t-that's all he told me.." his voice became quieter, "i swear.."

      "don't worry, jimin, i truly trust you." he faced the male, inspecting the tip of the knife he was holding, "i'm not mad at you, i promise."

      jimin didn't even realize his hands were sweating until he lifted them from the seat, spotting the darkened fabric of the armrests. his eyes trailed to the door, biting his lip as he noticed it was locked. jeongguk approached him slowly, twirling the knife between his fingers as he stood behind jimin, placing his hands on the latter's shoulders, exhaling deeply. "do you have any siblings, jimin?"

      "n-no, jeongguk.." he whispered, trying to ignore the gleaming steel pressed on his shoulder. "please don't hurt me.."

      "i don't want to hurt you." he gently placed a palm on jimin's forehead, pulling his head back to look down into his terrified eyes, smiling at the sight of them, "quite the opposite actually. i'd like to ask if you'd work with me."

      "w-work with you?" jimin gulped.

      "my interest in taehyung has peaked." he played with jimin's hair, continuing to look down at him, "and i'm sure that i'll be able to heal him- to fix him. though, i'll need your help in doing so. very simple tasks; assure him that what i'm doing is beneficial, that he's.." he paused, searching for the word. "sick. he's sick and he needs a doctor. you can do that, can't you? i really don't want to have another accident with a patient, and getting blood off the carpet is really just a pain and a waste of time."

      a chill ran through jimin's spine. he couldn't even say a word, too afraid of what jeongguk might do to him. his forehead began sweating, neck feeling uncomfortable exposed; a simple false move and he'd be gargling on the floor, blood cascading from his neck like a waterfall. his lips trembled into a smile, nodding his head. "i can do it."

      "good!" jeongguk pulled on his hair, making jimin yelp and shut his eyes, holding his breath as he felt the cool metal from the knife pressing lightly on his neck, not daring to move. "if you cross me in any way, i won't hesitate to turn you into another missing teenager. got it?"

      "y-yes, jeongguk.."



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