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Taehyung

'Sex with Amanda was the best thing I've experienced so far. She was so damn hot, and although we didn't do anything adventurous, I already feel like having her over again. Ever since she left, I have been fighting my brain to stop attacking my senses with images of her sexy body and her perfect features punctuated by her crowning glory.'

My body felt sore all over, and although she left just an hour ago, I was already craving her real bad.

'I should talk to her about this soon.'

As I was about to close my eyes while inhaling the sheets that still had Amanda's lingering sweet smell that made me giddy, my phone buzzed. Hoping it was her, I pounced on my phone, but my jaw dropped in disbelief when I read the message.

Jimin:
Yo bro! Done drilling Mandy?

'What the fuck? How does he know?'

Me:
What are you talking about?

Jimin:
I know what you did

Me:
What??

Jimin:
She already told me

'The fuck? Mandy? Traitor!'

My blood boiled, yet Jimin was insistent as hell. But I knew better than to throw any comebacks at him; I just had to remain quiet and wait for him to shut up on his own.

Me:
Oh

Jimin:
Let's meet tomorrow

Me:
Why?

Jimin:
Bring her too.

Me:
What's this about?

Me:
And why her?

Me:
Are you still there?

He read all the remaining texts and ignored me like I didn't exist. Letting out a sigh of frustration, I called Amanda.

'How could she expose us like this?'

She picked up after a few rings, and I tried my best not to raise my voice at her.

"Can we talk?" I asked her coldly.

"Yeah, sure." She replied, sounding calm.

"How does Jimin know about what happened between us?"

She remained silent for a little while, and I had to check my phone's screen to see if the call was still on.

"Speak, Mandy!" I demanded.

"I told him by mistake," she let out apologetically, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the hell? How can you tell this by mistake? I accept that it was a mistake the first time but you can't just tell it to him, at least not without me knowing about it," I scolded her, my voice raising a little.

"Taehyung, I didn't do it on purpose. I called to tell Sooya, and he heard everything. I didn't know it was him when I told everything," she spoke softly, yet I could sense that she was regretting her actions.

"Why the hell did you have to tell Sooya?" I asked after taking a few deep breaths to calm down my nerves.

"She's my best friend, and how can I not tell her? And it's not like she's going to expose us," she fought back.

"But Jimin knows now and he might go around joking about it. He asked us to meet him tomorrow. What do we tell him?" I panicked, knowing how playful and vocal Jimin was.

Amanda remained silent for a while, and then she said, "We'll handle him. Don't worry."

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"Jimin-ah, we have to leave early since there's a small emergency at the hospital," I informed him, and, as expected, he wasn't too happy about it.

"What's the emergency?" He asked me as my wife brought our bags to the corridor outside our room.

"The resident pediatrician is not reachable, and there's a Cesarean section planned for tonight. So I would have to be present there. There's also a marginal cord presentation, and it's a high risk pregnancy. Unavoidable situation. This was unexpected, Jimin-ah. We'll see you both on Saturday, okay?" I patted his shoulder, and he reluctantly agreed.

We all shared hugs and said our goodbyes, and after a while, I was driving towards Seoul with my wife seated beside me.

"This is the first time you'll be present for a delivery after what, like six years?" She quizzed me, and I nodded, chuckling.

"Yeah, baby. The first and last time was for the mandatory one during our final year clinicals, and that was a vaginal birth. I'm a bit nervous, actually," I confessed to her, and she spoke lots of encouraging words to boost my confidence.

Dropping off our bags and my wife at home, I drove to the hospital and headed straight to the gynec floor where Dr. Hana, the horny witch, was waiting in the corridor along with her assistants.

Once her eyes landed on me, she scanned me from top to toe and ran her tongue over her lips, shamelessly exposing herself in front of the other doctors who looked away ignoring her actions.

"Dr. Kim, the surgery is in fifteen minutes. Please be there," saying so, she walked away, pushing past the doors to the O.R.

I headed to the changing room to get dressed for the surgery. The nurse helped me into my surgical suit, gloves, head cover, glasses and mask once I scrubbed my hands clean.

Letting out a long breath, I entered the O.R. where the 35-week primigravida mother was laid on the table. She looked to be around the same age as Amanda and I, and she smiled at me even though the worry and nervousness on her face was evident.

"Good luck, ma'am. What baby are you having?" I asked her in an attempt to get her to relax a bit.

"Thank you, doctor. It's a girl," she replied shakily.

"That's amazing. We'll meet her soon," I reassured her with a soft nod.

"Dr. Kim, focus on the table," hissed Dr. Hana.

I knew she made me attend this surgery on purpose when there were two other junior pediatricians who could've handled it well.

Why would a pediatric surgeon even be required for conducting a Cesarean section? She tried to cut down on my private time with my wife, and how petty of her to assume that this would mean anything at all in our relationship.

Ignoring Dr. Hana, I spoke to the expectant mother. "What's your name?"

"Yu-Mi," the mother uttered softly as she tried to peep through the sides of the sheet that was barricading her view of the surgery.

"Yu-Mi, consider me your older brother. Please don't try to look. You will hear your baby's cry very soon. Okay?" I smiled at her through my mask and surgical glasses, and she nodded with a weak smile.

The head nurse then painted the protruding abdomen below the navel, and Dr. Hana ran the scalpel, slitting the abdomen open.

"Cauterize," hissed Dr. Hana.

The smooth whirring noise of the cauterizer, followed by the familiar sounds of the scalpel clinking on the tray and the whooshing of suction apparatus was all heard, along with the beeping of the vital monitors. I moved closer to the abdomen that was slit open and watched as Dr. Hana had her sharp eyes trained on the amniotic sac as she held it firmly with one hand and skilfully ran the scalpel over it with the other hand. The assistants rushed with the suction tubes to clean up the clear amniotic fluid spill.

The baby's head with a mop of thick, wet black hair was visible now, and Dr. Hana held it in her hand as I inspected the baby's neck for any cord involvement or signs of distress. I nodded when all was clear, and, with gentle hands, I eased out the baby's shoulder while an assistant surgeon applied suction inside the baby's oral cavity, and soon, the room was filled with the first cry of the little life that overpowered every other sound within the four walls of the O.R.

With steady hands, Dr. Hana held the baby and carefully pulled her out completely while I clipped and snipped off the umbilical cord. She then lifted the little girl slightly above the barricade sheet so that the mother could see the baby.

For the first time in my life as a pediatric surgeon, seeing a tiny little newborn made me extremely emotional. I turned to look at the mother who was laughing and crying in joy, and, for a very brief moment, a fleeting thought of seeing my wife on the delivery table, giving birth to our precious little future babies whizzed through my mind.

I smiled big even as tears welled in my eyes.

"Congratulations, Yu-Mi!" I whispered to the mother whose tears of joy were endless.

The baby had a slight drop in heart-rate and oxygen levels, which was quite normal for a preemie with marginal cord presentation. I quickly left the O.R. to the Neonatal ICU through the internal doorways.

After I recorded the APGAR scores for the baby, basic cleaning was done, and the newborn was placed inside the incubator to help stabilize her breathing and heart-rate.

I gave out my instructions to the attending resident nurses and left the Neonatal ICU to update Dr. Hana. However, I only found her assistant surgeon and a few nurses who were closing the surgery. So, I decided to change before meeting her.

Stepping into my changing room, I skipped taking a shower because I suddenly missed my wife, and I wanted to shower together with her. I opened my locker door, picked up my clothes and stripped myself off the surgical scrubs. I slipped on my slacks and just when I was about to finish buttoning up my shirt, Dr. Hana entered the changing room.

I greeted her with a small smile.

"Dr. Hana, you did a great job today. It was my first time seeing you conduct a surgery," I appreciated her genuinely.

Dr. Hana smirked proudly and stepped up to me. She had already changed into regular clothes.

"Dr. Kim, you were amazing, too," she was way too close now, and her upper body brushed against my chest, making me hold my breath and lean back a little.

Her hot breath was hitting against my chin and her eyes were glued to mine. I pushed her, placing my index finger on her shoulder.

"Thank you. I need to go now. And the baby in the NICU see-" she cut my words short by abruptly crashing her lips on mine, and my whole body froze on the spot with my eyes wide open, unable to blink or react.

It took me a few seconds to realize the situation that I was in, by when she began moving her lips against mine. Using all my might, I pushed her away forcefully, and frantically wiped my lips with the sleeve of my shirt.

"Such an indecent wench you are! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Dr. Hana? I'm a married man and a very loyal one at that. And you are getting engaged this week. This is not what you should be doing" I took a step back and warned her. "This is the last time I'm warning you. Stay away from me." With that, I threw open the door of the changing room.

"Dr. Kim," Hana raised her voice. "You know very well that I can get you dismissed. Or even better, get that sick wife of yours kicked out," she walked up closer to me. "How about I mess with your award ceremony?" She whispered closer to my ear in an evil tone, making my skin bristle.

My hands balled into fists ready to land powerful punches on her face. But I knew better than to pull a fight with her right then. I shut my eyes and exhaled sharply as I stood without turning my attention to her.

"Let's just forget what happened here. Have a good evening, Dr. Hana," I spoke firmly and stomped down the hallway, jogging my way down the stairs thereafter.

Sitting in my car, it took me a few minutes to regain my composure. The audacity and shamelessness of that woman made me cringe. Although none of it was my fault, I still felt like I needed to cleanse myself with holy water. I grabbed a few tissues and wiped my mouth harshly, trying to erase her imprints on me. Letting my head drop onto the steering wheel that I was clenching tight on to, I shut my eyes tight and repeated to myself that it wasn't my fault.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed and interrupted my lone pity party. Grabbing the phone in my hand, I was relieved to see that it was my wife. I answered the call at once.

"Mandy"

"Hello, handsome. I hope the surgery went well?" Her sweet voice sounded at the other end.

"Yeah, baby. I'm on my way now. I hope you haven't showered yet," I asked her as I switched the loudspeaker and buckled up myself.

"I'm waiting for you, honey..." she whispered, blowing me a kiss.

I chuckled softly as I began driving out of the parking lot. "I'll see you soon."

We then ended the call, and I drove straight to our home while playing a plethora of loud songs to keep my mind on the road, and it did seem to work. Parking my car in the garage and turning off the ignition, I locked the car, closed the iron gates and walked up to our front door while silently hoping that my face shouldn't give away anything. If I tell her now, our night together would be ruined, and I wouldn't want that at any cost. I hoped that today's shaming would at least put that witch in her place.

As I was standing there thinking, the door flew open, and I was met by Amanda. She tilted her head to the side and waved to me with a smile.

"I was wondering why you still didn't ring the doorbell..." she walked up to me and hugged me tight.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was just lost in my thoughts," I kissed the top of her head, and we both went in, closing the door behind us.

"How did the surgery go?" My wife asked me as she began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Yeah, it went well. It was the first time I was present during a Cesarean section. I was quite amazed," I confessed.

"Yeah, I remember how you skipped that particular clinicals. You always skipped most of the Obgyn clinicals," she chuckled and slipped the shirt off my shoulders.

I laughed, agreeing with a nod of my head.

"Yeah. I was quite terrified by obgyn actually. But I'm pretty good with female anatomy, you know?" I winked and pulled her closer to me.

"I know that... horny bear," she pecked my lips a few times.

We then proceeded to take a shower. After a long, warm and relaxing shower, we had a quiet and intimate dinner, after which we settled down to watch a movie. Amanda comforted herself onto my chest and curled up close while my mind kept drifting back and forth, and I wasn't able to fully focus on the movie and relax with my wife as I wanted to. It was frustrating, and I even contemplated taking a day off so that I wouldn't have to face Hana again at work tomorrow.

But hey! I gotta stand up for myself. I'm a man, and I just can't let her behavior question myself and my character. I will face her with my chest out and chin high because I know I never did anything wrong.

A few more minutes into the movie, I felt the steady and calm breaths of Amanda fanning the skin of my chest, and I knew she was asleep. Placing her head on the seat of the couch, I switched off the TV and all the lights in the house, and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed before unhooking her bra and cuddling up to her back.

Dr. Hana, we feel you. Yes, he's irresistible.
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Published on : 10/07/2021