The pills I carried on a small tray into his room the morning were thrown into the toilet and flushed down in a moment of contemplation. He stood at the edge of the bed, watching me stand in the doorway of the restroom.
My head spun as my eyes followed the whirl, slowly making the medication disappear.
Jungkook wore a smile as I turned to face him.
Perfect, he coaxed my actions in a whisper,
if anything, you have me to exonerate you if they ever notice.
But he was a good actor— not even my superior noticed in his weekly evenly visit in his room. While he was asking questions, I stood behind him and watched Jungkook answer them as numb as he had been with the pills.
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tempest of lust • jungkook
FanfictionIn the tempest of her psychotic pleasurable desire will a doctor be able to treat her mentally sick patient, or will she turn out to be the one begging for satisfactory treatment generated by her patient's own hands? With a patient who rarely speak...
