The Doctor [1 of 3]
J & J
I think you can understand what this is from the title.
Pure physical attraction.
Sorry but I need this right now.
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"Please, Doctor-..."
Jongin was petrified, two fingers pressed with strength on his Adam's apple and eyes fixed on Dr. Kim's hands.
"Tell me if I have something serious, please-... If I'm gonna die-..."
"What A?"
His personal doctor, who chuckled slightly although being in danger of appearing totally and inexorably unprofessional.
"What do you want to hear?"
His hand ran slowly down the opening of the leather briefcase, the one with whom he usually worked.
"That you're sick, perhaps? No, I will not say anything like that."
He opened it gently and rummaged for a few seconds, grabbed a few tools, Jongin was mesmerized by his white fingers like a dog with his favorite cookie, and it was something that could in some way distract him from the anxiety.
"At least not with a generic medical examination."
"B-but I-I-... I can feel it, Doc! I have something wrong in my throat!"
The boy was a rather hypochondriac, and the fear at the thought of suffering from some disease or, even worse, to have a tumor, was doing him become obsessive.
"Okay, but try to relax."
He followed with his eyes the slender figure of the doctor getting closer and closer to him, with a stethoscope around his neck and a tool (unknown to him) in his hand. Most likely, he would have stuck it in his throat to make sure it was all normal.
"I can't examine you if you're so tense, don't you know that our throat tighten when we are nervous?"
He was incredibly charming, thought Jongin as he took a deep breath and tried to loosen the shoulders. Platinum hair, white shirt and black cap, dark jeans and black leather boots. Expressionless gaze, eyes staring into space, then the doctor finally came in front of him and placed both hands on his shoulders.
"Hey, you. Listen to me, please."
Jongin nodded.
It was strange, he didn't even know him so well, but he felt somehow protected, inside that small, modern and minimal office, with blue floor and white walls.
Kim Junmyeon wore the usual white coat, a pen tucked in his left pocket and raven-colored lacquered hair.
"It'll be okay, you'll see. I know its hard to believe, but I will do a thorough examination and, in the event that something was suspicious, we will proceed with further analysis. Would you agree?"
He nodded again.
He felt himself completely swallowed up by those huge and dark eyes staring at him, impressed by that great big and warm smile. Comforted by the tone of his deep and sensual voice, his slow movements.
"Perfect. Now think of something beautiful."
Warm and reassuring movements.
"Pizza?"
"Well, why not?"
Hot...
"Now open your mouth."
Jongin raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
Why that routinely phrase had turned out so , said by him?
"And think about a beautiful four-cheese pizza. It's my favorite, I can't help it."
He felt the doctor's soft hands gently pushing on his Adam's apple, touching it several times, then scrolling down his throat and just squeeze his neck. He lowered his eyes and looked at him, just swallowed, began to feel strangely uncomfortable.
I'm just restless, that's all.
It will pass as soon as I get out of this room.
"I'm almost done, just a moment please."
Junmyeon put that strange tool in his mouth, they were now facing each other and it was practically impossible for Jongin not to look at the details of his face.
To tell you the truth, Doctor...
"You'll see, it will be worth it!"
He listened carefully as he inspected his throat and his mouth, and then back on the neck and to grab it again. He tried to distract himself seriously thinking about an inviting four-cheese pizza, but the stylish and almost imperceptible doctor's touch distracted him in turn.
"Just a minute-..."
I could stay like this all day, Doctor.
He saw him approach his neck with his face, more and more, until he felt his warm breath on the skin. He swallowed again, looking for all the saliva as possible not to dehydrate.
Looking for self-control, because those feelings of comfort and relaxation that the doctor had tried to infuse into him, in fact had made him feel even more restless, more...
"Jongin?"
Excited?
Carelessly, the doctor put a hand on his thigh and he stiffened. He wrapped his legs and moaned slightly.
"Nnh-"
Unexpectedly.
Junmyeon raised his head and looked at him, now more confused.
"Jongin, seriously-... If you're too tense, we can put it off."
The tension increased, Jongin clenched his fists.
"After all-... That's my job, but I can't force anyone if-"
"No!"
And he even raised his voice.
He said himself it was impossible, impossible that a doctor...
"I want to continue-... Please."
He was excited, really excited, and he couldn't understand why nor how, he looked into his eyes and nodded once again, making him understand that he could continue.
The strong smell of vanilla in the study penetrated his nostrils and intoxicated him, he closed his eyes trying to focus more on small and light Junmyeon's fingers.
"Okay, but let me finish this time."
"Yes-..."
Enjoying like an idiot to the touch so gentle, so sweet, the warm breath on the skin of his neck.
"Thank you."
Although the man was only doing his job, after all.
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"Perfect Jongin, all normal."
"Seriously?"
"Of course."
The ballpoint pen ran along the yellowish sheet of the brown agenda, Junmyeon was marking the names of a couple of medicines that Jongin should have taken to wipe that mild swelling in his throat and to be able to be more calm.
"Here, Jongin. This is all I can advise you, for now. You don't have any problems, so-"
"When can I go back?"
Junmyeon raised an eyebrow. He looked at him confused, then smiled and extended a hand.
"We will keep in communication, okay? Here, this is my business card."
Jongin quickly grabbed the small rectangular card.
I'm fine, I don't have anything, I shouldn't want to go back.
"Okay, I'll call."
Junmyeon stood up, walked around the desk and joined him. Again his gentle smile, then a hand on the patient's back and a gentle push toward the door.
"Call me only if you're very bad, don't panic."
Jongin stood up, never taking his eyes from the card and trying to achieve the number of emotions he had felt in just twenty minutes.
"You'll see, with these pills you'll be-"
"Then I'll come back, Doctor."
He bowed.
It was already the second time he interrupted him while he was talking, the doctor couldn't do anything but continue to smile, sigh and indicate the handle.
"Ah, as you want, Jongin. See you soon then."
"Thank you!"
And then continue to greet him even as he walked away quickly from the study, took the first hallway to the left and disappeared into thin air.
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"Should I call him?"
The pen staked rhythmically against white desk, chewing gum chewed noisily.
"Should I?"
It was a Jongin completely different from that of the week before, who had entered Dr. Kim Junmyeon's normal for a normal visit to the throat.
"No, I shouldn't."
This was even more anxious and annoying, kept looking straight ahead, towards the card that the doctor had left. It was on the school diary, he had placed it there in order not to forget that he had promised to call him back and get back to him.
"Do I love him?"
He burst out laughing.
"You idiot!"
You saw him only for twenty minutes, how could you be in love?!
"Yeah-..."
And he snorted.
It was the first time he had such a thing, feeling attracted in that way by someone who didn't even know and that had done nothing but visit him, inspect his throat.
"Yeah, why?"
Just barely touching him.
He closed his eyes, he tried to bring to mind the feelings that he had felt at the gentle and cautious touch, at the warm fingertips trickling down his throat. He brought his hand to his own neck and squeezed it slightly, throwing back his head at the memory of that pressure so slight but violent, psychologically.
"What would I make to see him again?"
Maybe a check to my heartbeat?
He held his breath, swallowed hard.
But what if he understood that I'm excited?
"It's all bull, a folly."
And yet...
The urge was too much, the curiosity was overflowing and the excitement was increased, the thought of having those gentle and pale hands on his chest, or on his belly, on the abdominals.
"Yes, I should."
Finally opened his eyes and grabbed the business card in front of him.
"I should go back to him."
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Jongin was shaking.
"So-..."
He knew that he had made quite a mess, lying about his health.
"Why are you here today?"
"My chest."
But he had done it for a good cause, he said to himself.
"Your chest?"
"Yes, it hurts a lot. Right here, see?"
See his doctor once again and have his attention once again, even if these were purely for business purposes.
He brought a hand to his chest and pointed at the center, Junmyeon frowned and stood up, walked around the desk.
"There, Jongin? Close to the heart?"
"Yes, right there."
He joined him, leaned down over him and put a hand over his.
"Here? Does it hurt here?"
"Exactly."
"Come on, get up."
Then, he lift him to the bed and put him down.
Kind, polite, smiling.
"Take off your clothes, please."
Jongin shivered.
That simple phrase had made the whole scene similar to that of a movie, he was now turned into the iest of the doctors in the whole damn planet Earth, thought Jongin.
Junmyeon was wearing a pair of latex gloves, when-
"NO!"
- Jongin didn't seem to approve.
"What? No?"
"Without gloves, Doctor."
"What? Without gloves? But-... This is an obligation, I can't-"
"I'm allergic to latex."
He spat out the first thing that came to mind, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to have Junmyeon's hands him, even if only for a minute.
"Are you allergic to latex?! Why don't you-..."
He had gone there on purpose, right? Why waste time unnecessarily?
"Why did not you tell me right away, Jongin?"
"Well-..."
Just remove them, right?
Junmyeon took off the gloves immediately, his elegant emerged even in a gesture like throwing them into the drawer of the desk, then approaching quickly Jongin.
Who, meanwhile, he had taken off his shirt.
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