It was Erin in the last phase, but what about his profession? His medical centre? Jungkook's condition?
Somewhere, in the city, amidst tall, huge buildings and skyscrapers, there lies a clinic. A lightened, not-so-crowded area where only a few people crossed the entrance. In that unpopular place, there stayed a doctor, plus, locals were unfamiliar with his identity. Hence, services were usually low.

Jungkook rubbed his temple in uncertainty and extreme perplexion. The tension raised high, as soon as he got the earning information of his medical centre. The mass of those documents was so much lighter as compared to the burden he was carrying on his head. The loss he was receiving for the last few months was unrecognizable and cannot be ignored.

Even though, he had so much to eat, yet his stomach turned in a way, where the reason was undeciphered.
Moreover, it was hungry, hungry for money. With the tranquillity in the environment, his bewilderment increased. He couldn't exactly extract peace from his life or to be more specific, from his profession. The massage he was providing with the two digits on his forehead was not helping either. The buzzing atmosphere outside felt so incredible, whereas, for him, every breath was strangling and giving him a tough time.

Shortly, an evident knock on his door passed through his eardrums. With an acceptance, his assistant, Seo Sohyun arrived. She carefully obstructed something on her hands. There was a tray, and a cup of hot coffee was positioned in the middle. The aroma intermixed with the air, conspicuously led Jungkook to detect its identical smell.

As Sohyun laid her tray on the desk, she spoke,
“Doctor, you are very tired. I suggest you take some beverages. It will work.”

Later smiled and accepted her request.
The moment he tasted that drink, a sudden wave of composure patience and placidity gleamed inside him.
As if, proposing him to loose the holds of every other apprehension, that surrounds him thoroughly. He closed his eyes, to drown in that peaceful moment, that quietude breath made him feel so much better. Therefore, he loves to have a cup of coffee in the evening. As it lets him get relief relaxation fresh breath for the time being.

Eventually,  when he was finished with the drink, he gave a wonderful grin to his assistant. She responded to him with the same smile.

“Are you thinking about Taehyung?”

The relief he perceived through coffee, was soon made too subtle. It was morphed into an emotion of agitation. Twin blankets of exhaustion fell over his face. Strings of sweat formed on his forehead, disturbing his inner peace. Numerous ruminations swirled in his mind, however, he couldn't think of a single solution to all of his misery, and queries.

One question by Sohyun led to dismay of his heartbeat once again. Maybe, if she had waited more, he wouldn't have been having those vulnerable thoughts.
Therefore, he took sharp and long breaths, to hold him in one plate. The sudden inhale made Sohyun raise a confused eyebrow.

“U—uh, are you alright doctor?”

He inclined his face, his eyes made sharp contact with hers. The rage behind his eyes was translucent to her. All crystal clear. Annoyance, disturbance, longing, exasperation, scared, and perplexion, everything could be easily figured out through those beautiful senses. As she asked, eventually, a hand softly landed on his bigger and slender ones. It belongs to Seo Sohyun. She gave him a small smile, which relaxed him somewhere. Particularly, in his heart.

Astonishment flooded inside him. Of course, when your girlfriend of 18 months touches you so tentatively, it could make you very much weak. After a long inhale, he spoke,

“Yeah, I—I guess.”

Sohyun brimmed from ear to ear. Her warm grin raised his heartbeat so fast. His chest filled with warmth. Her every detail was so mesmerizing to watch. The soft creases under her eyes, thick eyebrows, squashy yet appetizing lips, and one and other sculpted features deserved to be termed as 'pretty'.

Soft words escaped from her mouth.

“Please don't take any kind of stress. We can bring this out together.”

“I don't know what's going to happen. Taehyung is not eager to hear my words. Moreover, we are not getting the satisfied donor as we speculated.”

Hearing his words, she replied.

“I know it's tough, but please, don't take too much stress.”
Jungkook only shook his head in the upward and downward direction.

Within a minute, she advanced toward him. Her steps were smooth, yet they made recognizable sounds on the floor. The usual surgical scrub wrapped around her body, giving her a good figure.
The next moment, she arrived by his side. Sohyun firmly held the cannon of the chair, she bent down to his level. Her face was quite proximal to his. That common scrub loosened and plunged to give a dangerous neckline to his eyesight.

Whereas the lady was already watching him with different emotions, either lust or love or maybe a mixture of both. Beads of moisture precipitated his face, revealing a hot and luscious state of his well-built posture. Despite the cold weather outside, there was a blazing and highly seasoned hotness raging inside them. A vogue of sexual appetite; an enthusiasm to claim each other once again. As she addressed her finger and sling over his shoulder, his heart felt a pace alongside.

“Maybe you deserve a good fuck, little boy. What do you say?”

The boldness and undomesticated sensation were unequivocal and obvious through her explicit eyes.
Jungkook was no less than in sexual attributes. He was a vehemence creature on bed, who couldn’t be defeated in just one spare round. Till now, he waited for her to procrastinate some random imagination, and expectation of him being a submissive this time. But, only if she had the knowledge about his unholy antithesis which he was proceeding to work with his assistant.

In a blink of an eye, he dropped her figure on his lap, pouring all her body weight down on his thighs. A pair of eyes widened, and the lips gasped with sudden amusement. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, audible enough to both of them.

“I wonder, in what position you would find yourself in the next few minutes. Doggy or missionary?”

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Thank youuuuu
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-I know,  I am sorry for this late update. And yeah, I felt like I should focus on my secondary characters as well. So this is for you all! Hope you guys loved it. And yes, please ignore the mistakes. I am so apologetic to them.
And a big thank you to @Rivieradreamer, for being a great friend, and encouraging me to write more. Thank you sweety for your valuable feedback! It does help a lot.
-JIYA!