𝐌𝐀𝐃 ᵗᵃᵉᵍᵍᵘᵏ

xxii.

jeongguk hummed happily as he stood at the countertop in his office, hips swaying freely to his own tune, eyes cast downwards as his fingers slid along the steel of the knife he was holding, watching intently as the thick crimson liquid flowed down the drain, staining the silver colour of the sink into a red. he set the knife down with the others on top a towel, assigning their order from biggest to smallest, rolling his sleeves back downwards and shutting off the water, beginning to clean his workspace. he paused, pressing his palms into the ledge of the counter, images of taehyung clouding his mind, cheeks flushing as he continued to think of his patient.

weak knocks could be heard at the door, a pleased grin growing on jeongguk's face. he pulled away from the counter, taking a deep breath and adjusting his glasses as he neared the door, opening it and scoffing at the sight of taehyung on the ground, his brown hair sticking to his forehead as he panted loudly, smeared blood covering his cheeks and clothing, a glossy film over his wide eyes. jeongguk sighed and pressed his arm onto the doorframe, cocking his head as he looked down at taehyung, cherishing his disoriented expression.

"d-dr. jeon.." taehyung whimpered, his voice hoarse and barely audible, fingers trembling as he attempted to make a grabbing sensation, "please.."

"'please' what, taehyung?" jeongguk lowered himself into a squat, gently lifting the male's face by his chin, tongue sliding over his upper lip as his hand caressed his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

"i did what you asked.." taehyung stared into his therapist's eyes, staring at him like he was the only person in the world, unable to look away from his black hole of a gaze, charmed by how dark they were, by how warm he felt staring into nothingness. "you said you'd treat me if i completed my task.."

jeongguk plucked his hand from taehyung's jaw, letting his limp face fall to the ground and proceeding to rub his own chin with his thumb and index finger, pursing his lips as he thought. "did i really say that?" he raised his eyebrows, "it's true that i've wanted to.." he lowered his eyes to taehyung, a malignant expression taking over his previous one, "treat you for a while. but what can i say, seeing you in this state—in this beautiful state of complete and utter frailty—i can't help but want to deny you of everything you want." jeongguk picked up the boy like he was nothing, "you're lucky i have a hard time resisting my impulses, otherwise i would've slammed the door in your face and left you out to rot."

taehyung shut his eyes as dr. jeon carried him, fists grabbing his shirt as he held tightly onto him, a warm feeling of comfort filling his chest. he inhaled deeply, subconsciously squeezing his thighs together at the smell of lemon, a smell he didn't realize he knew and constantly craved. dr. jeon's office always smelled of citrus cleaning products.

"let go of me." dr. jeon's voice tore taehyung out of his thoughts, the latter reluctantly letting go of his shirt, landing on a chair with a soft thud, dr. jeon groaning at the sight of his white button-up now stained with blood. "you've ruined my shirt," he unbuttoned the first few buttons, "but that's okay, i have a feeling i won't be needing it."

taehyung couldn't help but blush at his therapist's now exposed neck and collarbones. usually he was also suited up, with his hair perfectly coiffed and looking professional; it was the first time taehyung was seeing him act so erotically. with his hair down, no glasses and undone shirt, taehyung couldn't help but feel aroused. his arms ached as he struggled to reach the fly of his pants, eager to release the heat growing his in pants.

"you promised!" taehyung whined impatiently when the fuchsia roughly gripped his wrists, preventing him from reaching his pants.

the sound of skin being slapped sounded loudly in the office, taehyung's eyes widening as he held onto his throbbing cheek, cowering at the glare he was receiving. "if you think i'm just going to treat you without effort, then you're very wrong, taehyung." jeongguk leaned forward, pressing his knee into taehyung's crotch, "i wonder if it was medicine that caused your erection or if it was me. does it hurt?" he whispered, a grin growing on his face, "you want me to help you like last time, don't you."