MEDICAMENT
KIM DOYOUNG
Prologue: Doyoung shows up at your door, beaten and bleeding. Undressing and treating your crush isn’t an easy task to tackle.
Genre: Fluff
Wordcount: 991
Warnings: Injury
It was Friday. You somehow made it through the hectic week, enduring all your assignments, tests, quizzes, and everything else that was tossed your way. The weekends had always been something you looked forward to, just like every average student.
In an oversized pink dress that complemented the summer weather, you tossed and twirled around, letting the R&B music you put up carelessly drift you around as your wavy brown hair adorned your body, although slightly tangled.
"Knock Knock!" the sound came through the door. Your moment was interrupted and it was only natural for you to get annoyed, something you wouldn’t admit was in fact true.
"Hey!" greeted Doyoung, grinning widely and perfectly flaunting his gummy smile. Half of his forehead was concealed under his bangs. The round glasses he wore added more to his cuddly and nerdy mien. He was the actual representation of "boyfriend material".
Usually, Doyoung would come to you for some medical aid, most of which was for injured puppies and kitties he rescued or for some minor inconveniences such as paper cuts. However, this time was not it. Doyoung’s tall figure stood at your door with bruises on his neck and a tiny cut near his lip that you had failed to notice before. As you inspected him further, you took notice of his wounded knees that were now bleeding. For a moment you were in awe as to how he managed to save his face while the rest of his body was broken, but that was not important at that moment.
"Kim Doyoung, what the fuck?!" you basically shouted. Doyoung could just grin apologetically at your intense reaction.
You sat him in your room and inquired. "Ahh, just that I got into a little fight thing today. They threw hands and then I had to display a strong enough defence for myself". He elaborated. Doyoung was the last person you expected to get into a fight. "Stop giving me that judging look and treat me, you’re a medical student, Y/N, did you forget your Hippocratic Oath?" Doyoung started off again.
"Alright." You said. "Get out of these pants and shirts, I need to attend to your wounds". You blurted it out without any second thoughts. Doyoung was astonished upon hearing this. His otherwise perfect hundred and twenty degrees jaw now hung open as his pupils dilated.
That was an air of tension, but you were not offered any other option.
"I’m a medical student." You teased Doyoung. "You sure are, what’s the big deal?" Doyoung nodded.
He began to unbutton his blue, large plaid shirt. Anyone could tell he had been working out. Doyoung was bluff and his arms and chest were the proof of it. Prominent and large shoulders combined with a tiny waist and eleven lined abs. This boy was indeed beyond perfection. He then held the waistband of his black trousers as he was almost about to pull them off, he paused. Now taking two shallow breaths and then continued with the business.
You were drooling as Doyoung basically striped in front of you, it was a view you could never resist. Shades of red and pink now tinted your cheek making your crush on him visibly evident.
He sat himself on your bed once again, this time leaving himself solely in his black Calvin Kliens. There was not a nanosecond that your eyes left his faultless, proportional body.
"Y- You said you were going to treat these wounds." Doyoung stammered in a pitch you could barely hear. You nodded.
You dipped cotton in the antiseptics, the basic first aid but the atmosphere in the room made it extremely strenuous for you while Doyoung fixed his gaze at the bottom of your shelf, as though it was some piece of modern art.
"AHH!" He hissed from the pain. "That’s alright, that’s alright." You comforted the same way you would have done to any other patient. The hissed continued for the next ten minutes every time the ointment contacted his skin.
"If you pay me enough for your weekly visits of scratches, sneezes and other minor medical issues, Kim Doyoung, I might just drop out of university and work for your service". You made the sarcastic comment as you now commenced to put on the band aids.
"There is nothing too wrong with doing some charity, Y/N". He fired back. There was no way you could have stood a chance against this man’s wit. You now moved to the front, his face now placed in front of your belly. You began to treat his shoulder, moving all the way down to his abs. The process continued with regular shiverings and shakings from his side as you touched his perfectly toned abs and chest.
Lost in the attractiveness of his abdominal muscles, stealing extra seconds and pacing as slowly as possible to take greedy glimpses. Doyoung’s movements halted and you took no notice of it, still engrossed in his physique.
"Oh, my abs! pretty attractive, right? I workout six times a week, rest is just natural". Doyoung teased. He was now back in his natural habitat. "I- I didn’t." you could barely finish with your words before he cut them, "Admit it, I’m hot." he implied.
"You’d be hotter if you dated me." The words slipped out of your mouth and you did not realize how. "What do you mean?" He felt like seeking a response to this question of his. "I mean, yeah, it wouldn’t be too bad to date you, you’re nice". "Nice", you immediately regretted your choice of words, but Doyoung didn't seem bothered in the least.
"Y/N, you’ve got a great taste though, I must admit." He said, or rather flirted, yet again. Blush once again took over your cheeks as you hit him, completely failing to remember the condition of his body as Doyoung began to hiss, this time which was shut by a kiss on the lips.
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