Joonmyeon walked to the check in desk, a young woman with light purple hair at the table smiled up at him. “Hi, welcome to RXPO. What is your name?”

    “Dr Kim, Joonmyeon,” the man smiled, taking a piece of candy from the jar.

The woman looked through the computer and nodded, handing him a bunch of packets, “Well, here’s your welcome bag. I see you're a panelist on ual health education.”

“Yes, it’s a shame that schools don’t treat it as valuably as math,” the doctor smiled as he wrote his name on a sticker and put it on his chest.

“I bet you get a lot of women hit on you because of your work,” the young woman hummed, raising her brows.

Joonmyeon chuckled, “You have no idea. Are you a med student?”

The young woman shook her head, “I’m just an average person with no knack for medicine.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Joonmyeon retorted, wondering why he was staying here this long, “You must have an interest if you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the woman’s eyes gleamed with a playful tone in her voice. Joonmyeon raised his brows, suddenly interested in wanting to actually know. He wanted to continue the conversation, but he was practically pushed by the doctor behind him to move.

Professionalism my , he thought.

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Joonmyeon hated heated debates on panels and it seemed like with every panel he was part of, there was always one. Unlike the others, he tried to keep his personal opinion on the downlow, but Dr. Son and Dr. Lee just would not shut up.

He sighed heavily and leaned back into the cold metal chair. That was another thing; why couldn’t these expos let the panelists sit in comfy chairs? Especially if they have to spend two hours in them, hearing two of them argue?

He looked out to the audience and noticed their moods; they were annoyed but invested. There wasn’t too many people; just some doctors, advocates and some passersby. They wanted to see who would throw the first punch. There was one guy who looked more ready to see the doctors take their shirts off and fight.

The room was well lit and Joonmyeon saw in the back that familiar light purple hair he was speaking to, leaning against a pillar and watching. He swore they made eye contact before she smiled and raised her hand to do a little wave.

She’s cute.

“Dr. Son, Dr. Lee, we have to move on,” the host put rather bluntly, tired, “We’ll be going to the audience now for some questions.”

After some time and many questions later, the young woman in the back raised her hand, being told as she was handed the microphone that she was the last one to ask due to time constraints. Joonmyeon felt himself sit up straighter, curious as to what the woman wanted to ask.

“My question is mainly for Dr. Kim, but the others may answer as well,” she politely smiled, “Have any of your patients flirted with you because of what you do?”

The audience laughed and Joonmyeon chuckled, “The worst ones are my elderly patients.”

The audience continued to laugh and the doctor looked at the young woman who’s smiled seemed brighter than the whole room.

The host ended the panel and the audience left; the panelists stayed, greeting each other again and talking about how their year has been since the last time they’ve seen each other. Joonmyeon, who usually was cool with listening to such old drabble, was more or less irritated. He wanted to talk to that young woman again.

He finally was able to break free from the boring talk, grabbing his phone, and scanning the room. The young woman was not in the room any more and Joonmyeon felt defeated. He left the room with bitter thoughts, wanting to go home already.

He wandered about the expo for some time, stumbling around. He never felt so rejected before. He was introduced to sellers and was quick to get away. He passed some ongoing panels, and almost passed the one that had a familiar face on it.

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“So in conclusion, this is stuff you should have known when you were a kid. Brushing your teeth is good. Mouthwash is good. You should be doing it to prevent decay of your teeth and needing dentures in the future. That’s all the time I have for now, if you have any questions, do me a favor and go to your dentist. Don’t wait every other year.”

Joonmyeon didn’t leave his seat, much to the annoyance of one couple in the back row, but he couldn’t help but stare at the woman he saw a while ago. She was wearing a white coat like he did at work, but she had her casual shirt and shorts underneath. At first glance, she didn’t even look like a doctor, but after hearing her speak, Joonmyeon wondered how long she’s been a dentist.

He was the only one in the audience when she took off her white coat and started to organize the papers. Joonmyeon took all the liberties to check her backside out, and it was a bit of an understatement if he said she looked fine.

She’s hot. Those shorts are doing her legs justice.

She turned around and jumped off the platform before approaching the man. His eyes were on her legs, so when she waved a her hand to get his attention, he blushed a bit.

“My eyes are up here, Doc,” she grinned, holding her white coat in the crook of her arm and wearing a backpack.

“So you’re a dentist?” he asked.

“Yep,” she shrugged, “Have been for the past three years.”

“So you’re fairly still new,” he nodded.

“Well compared to your six years, yes,” she laughed a bit lightly, “Though i think i should have dressed up a bit more.”

Joonmyeon shook his head, shamelessly looking her up and down again, “No... it throws people off. It’s kind of fun to watch.”

She shrugged before sitting down next to him, “So... Doc...” She smiled, “Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”

He shook his head, “No. I don’t think I do. Is there anything you want to do?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you spent the day with me... possibly the night?” she asked with a raise of her brows, being a bit playful.

Joonmyeon smirked and nodded, “Well, we’ll have to see, huh?

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Wendy thought there was something really wrong with Chen as he asked for his sixth glass of water today. She didn’t think of it much at first, but it was practically every time his eyes landed on her that he was demanding water.

Chen took a deep breath when he finished the glass. He thought yesterday was the start of some smooth sailing, but today, he woke up with too intense feelings of desire.

It didn’t help either that just an hour ago, he tore up an old pillow in the basement. It was the closest he could get to feeling and imagining the dog underneath him without actually asking Wendy to help him out.

He hated to admit it, but he was practically itching himself crazy to keep his legs tightly crossed. The cat was not going to do that to the poor dog, no matter how many times she placed her hand on his forehead and asked him what was wrong.

He gulped, as he took another deep breath. This was the worst feeling he’s ever felt yet, and what was worse was that he forgot to take his pill; the one pill that he had to take to keep his raging hormones in check from bouncing on the dog when she was just a puppy. He felt so angry for being so forgetful; aggravated that he was being a goody two shoes and trying not to touch her.

It didn’t help at all that she smelled just like him. The same minty bodywash he used was lingering on her skin, setting his brain up to automatically take it as a scenting thing; marking what was his. Except she used the bodywash and that only kept short circuited his brain. He didn’t care about the ‘why’.

It was really difficult to think when all he wanted to do was pin her down and have his way with her. It was extremely difficult when he thought of all the times they’ve been spending time together in the past. This was not how he was going to imagine their first intimate moment, with him practically in heat!

    What is she was afraid of him after that? He would never be able to live with himself if he did something that would make her cower, like he was some kind of tainted creature. He rather wait until she was in heat for anything like that to happen, but what if he wasn’t the one she wanted to share intimacy with? What if she never went into heat? Wait, do females go into heat?

    He was kidding himself, right? It was very obvious that she was into him, and he could sense that. He was kidding himself at ignoring all the signs, right? She was practically draping herself over him and begging for him to play with her.

    No, no, no. No. No. No no. No. No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no!

    Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes. Yes!

    Thinking was starting to hurt and as he was starting to feel himself lose his mind, he asked the dog for another glass of water.

    His tail was always in a constant fluff, and it was starting to annoy him that it was always tense. His ears kept twitching and he felt like he was having the shakes. He wondered if this was withdrawal felt like to addicts, but he shook his head at the idea that his housemate, the innocent Wendy, was his addiction.

    He decided what he needed was a good, long, cold shower. He’ll just go to town on himself in there as long as he kicked Wendy out of the house long enough.

    Just as he had his hand on the closet door, just a few steps away from reach the stairs, he felt like his stomach ached. He didn’t know what that was about, but it certainly caught the attention of the dog who just came in, setting the glass of water on the coffee table.

    Her hands on his back and arm felt like all types of explosions. Fireworks, volcanic, nuclear, galactic; it just felt really hot. Her voice sounded like dripping golden honey, even when she was in  distress at how the cat was acting. She smelled just like him, and for a moment, all he thought was how she was his. Even though she wasn’t, she was.

    “That’s it Chen, I don’t know what’s happening to you, but I’m calling Joonmyeon,” she said as she looked around for the cellphone their human gave them for emergencies.

    “But he’s away,” he managed to say, watching her. It was painful just to look at her. “Don’t... bother him.”<