His kidnapper asked stepping towards him slowly, "So, JEON..JUNG..KOOK. Come on tell me your fantasies. How do you like to get fucked? I mean rough, slow. Oh hold on, I think you would fit into BDSM play". He trailed his eyes down to his crotch lust...
After a long stretch of intense work, they finally collapsed onto the sofa, letting out satisfied sighs. Jungkook, practically glowing from all the praise, hopped up and playfully swiped Yoongi's chair, spinning the paperweight on the glass table with a cheeky grin. Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged proud, amused glances.
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"From this angle, I'm practically your twin!" Jungkook teased, flashing a wide, confident smile. "Seriously, I'm starting to feel like a real doctor."
Yoongi chuckled. "You are a real doctor and a damn good one. Interns like you are a lifesaver. You're killing it, Jungkook'ah."
Hoseok chimed in, "Yeah, you've been amazing. We're all super proud of you." A knock on the door snapped them out of their relaxed state, and they all straightened up as their director entered, smiling. Jungkook, a little flustered, stood and fidgeted, looking down. They all bowed respectfully as the director took a seat. "Alright, everyone, relax," the director said, waving a hand. "Especially you, Jungkook. Take a seat."
"Yes, sir," Jungkook mumbled, settling back into his seat.
"So, I've been hearing some interesting things lately. You've become quite the local celebrity, haven't you?" the director said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, about that... I have no idea how that video blew up. It was just a regular day".
"Honestly, I'm grateful it was captured by locals. Anyway, Have you decided on your residency plans? Staying here?"
"Excellent choice...... ....Because of the, shall we say, positive publicity surrounding Mr. Kim's case and your participation, the hospital's decided to cover your residency expenses".
Jungkook's eyes widened. "Seriously? I mean, I'm thankful, But why, sunddenly?"
"Consider it a thank you." A calm smile appeared on the jungkook's face, as if a weight had been lifted. "Mr. Kim has expressly requested your personal care during his recovery at his residence," the director stated, maintaining a composed expression. "Given his status, we are obliged to honor his wishes."
Jungkook's smile faded. "Wait, what? I am to provide care at his private dwelling?" He turned to Yoongi and Hoseok, a look of bewildered panic on his face. Yoongi gave him a sympathetic shrug. "Hey, it's a good opportunity, right?"
"Yeah, think of it as extra training," Hoseok added, trying to lighten the mood.
Jungkook, clearly taken aback, maintained a composed demeanor. "Sir, with all due respect..."
"This is a request that was made directly, and I deemed it appropriate to grant it. I have confidence in your ability to provide exemplary care." The director's tone was firm and decisive. Jungkook just bowed, acknowledging the directive. He squeezed his eyes shut so tight, his face looked like a walnut trying to escape its shell, rubbing his temple like he was searching for a lost Wi-Fi signal.
