heeseung your enemy is your doctor. you tried to avoid unhealthy habits, hoping it would keep you from needing to see him. But lately, you’ve been having frequent stomach aches, so you booked an appointment with him.

When you were called into his office, you closed the door behind you. "What can I help you with today?" he asked, a fake smile plastered on his face. you shot him a disgusted look.

"I've been having bad stomach aches lately. I'd like to get that checked." His grin widened. "Sure that’s not just an excuse to see me?"

you rolled your eyes in annoyance and scanned his office for a moment. As usual, nothing was organized—just like his younger self. He stood up, prompting you to do the same.

"Lie down here," he said, patting the bed. you followed his instructions while he took a seat next to you.

"Now, darling," he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. "Unbutton your shirt," he added in a deep, husky tone.