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Yoo Joonghyuk's POV
"Yoo Joonghyuk!" A voice said worryingly as I stumbled into the room, leaning heavily on the wall, my clothes stained and torn. The gunshot wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, and it was clear that he was in a lot of pain. But he still managed a weak, sarcastic smile as I saw him. "Don't look so worried, angel… I'm fine.” I reply calmly. (Ah there he is, my darling colleague and partner.)
"No no no no no." I hear him say softly with that sweet voice of his. I see him rush over to me. "Hey, hey, I'm alright..."
I wince as I spoke again, trying to brush off the pain. But my face was pale and I was clearly struggling to stand up. The wound on my shoulder was still gushing blood, staining his clothes and dripping onto the floor.
"No, sit down." He says clearly with sweat dripping down his soft face.
"Pft- Fine, fine... Don't get your angel wings in a twist." [Or should I put devil? Text me in the comments!]
Kim Dokja's POV
Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled weakly, before stumbling over to the chair and collapsing into it. The pain looked like it was getting bad. (He's a very strong man, a small measly bullet shouldn't hurt him so much. Maybe it got dipped by something? I'll have to test it later) He tried to keep a nonchalant smile on his face, but it came out more as a grimace.
"I see everything Joonghyuk." I hurriedly rush to get my tools.
I hear him lean back in the chair, feeling his gaze on me at all times with a mix of pain and affection. I knew he could only really relax properly when I was around. I mostly made him though.
"Ah... You're pretty hot when you get all professional, doc..." I hear him say in a seductive voice. "Hey. Not the time. Not the moment" It hurriedly slipped out. "Heh, sorry, sorry. It's just so hard not to tease." I swear I could feel him smirking all the way over here.
Yoo Joonghyuk's POV
I smirked, before wincing again as the pain in his shoulder flared. The blood loss was not helping, I felt weak and lightheaded, but I tried to keep a straight face. This bullet must be tainted, because I get shot with bullets all the time, not that Dokja liked it very much. I trusted him to take care of me every time. he always did with excellent results. As he quickly worked on the wound, I couldn't help but admire his hands. They were so gentle, so precise, so thin, so seductive.
"Shit!" I hear him curse as he numbs the area quickly. I hissed as the numbing agent was injected into my open wound. "You're cursing quite a bit today, angel. How, unlike you. Especially because of my little disciples." [YES GUYS, they are Yoo Mia, Lee Gilyoung, Lee Jihye and Shin Yoosung] I said with a strained chuckle, shifting in my seat. Of course my shoulder still hurt like hell, but the numbing agent was starting to take effect.
Kim Dokja's POV
I get annoyed with his remarks so, I tape his mouth and give him a sedative to shut him up. "Mmph- Wha- hey-" He tried protesting for a moment, but his words were muffled by the tape on his mouth. As the sedative took effect, his muscles started to relax and his head drooped, his eyes falling shut.
With the so-called great mafia boss now sedated, I could finally start working on treating the gunshot wound more effectively with peace. I smirk. I smile softly as I move him to the bed to more properly treat him. His body was limp and heavy as I carefully laid him down on the bed, his face pale and his breathing soft. It wasn't too often that I saw him in this state, vulnerable and defenceless. It was both a worrying sight, but also a tender moment- He was trusting me with his life, allowing himself to show his weak side only to him. It warmed my heart. I remove the tape from his mouth carefully as I overlook the severity of his wound.
I quickly take out the bullet and clean the wound, as well as a couple of other small scratches and bruises that I found. His body twitched slightly as the bullet was removed, but he didn't stir. The sedative had knocked him out completely, which was a relief - He wouldn't have to feel the pain of his wounds being treated. I sigh in relief again as there was no clear sign of infection or poison happening.
As I continued to treat his wounds, I couldn't help but admire the mafia boss's features. In his sleep, his face was relaxed and vulnerable. Without his usual sharp look and cold gaze, he looked almost innocent. It was a side of this annoying sunfish that no one got to see but him. As he finished treating the wounds and bandaging them, I leaned in closer to his face, their noses almost bumping. I hear him whisper softly to himself. "My precious... My angel."
I smile as I put his shirt over his newly wrapped bandages, careful not to disrupt them.
As I covered Yoo Joonhyuk with a new shirt, the Mafia boss remained unconscious. His chest rose and fell as he breathed softly, looking surprisingly peaceful in his sleep. The sedative was still wearing off, but he seemed to be resting comfortably. I took a small step back, taking a moment to admire the man in front of him. Such a powerful figure, so feared and respected, and yet he was willingly vulnerable with him. It was a beautiful thing, to have such trust. It was something he planned to hold onto with all his might.
I peck him on the cheek before leaving him to rest. I retreat back into my office overlooking paperwork. He remained unconscious, blissfully unaware of my small gesture of affection. As I left the room, the mafia boss slept peacefully, his breath coming in slow, steady breaths. He looked almost vulnerable in this state, a stark contrast to his usual powerful aura. People called him many names such as, Secretive Plotter, (Which indeed was the most called name) Master as called by quite a lot of members, mostly Jihye though, Supreme King, and much much more. I'm not naming them though. Not one outside of this company knew what his face looked like, except if you count the dead. How stress free he looks.
As I glanced back one more time, a fierce possessiveness surged within me. I would do anything to protect this man, the man I had somehow grown to love so fiercely. But, Of course he must not know that.
(Timeskip: 3 hours later no one's pov)
After a few hours of rest, Yoo Joonghyuk stirs awake, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly regains consciousness. A faint groan escaped his lips as he was hit with a sharp throbbing pain from his shoulder. He tried to sit up, but the pain was too much, and he had to lay back down.
"Don't sit up. Doctor's orders.” Kim Dokja says in a strict voice from his office.
"Oww... You're no fun, angel." Yoo Joonghyuk grumbled, hissing in pain as he turned his head to look at the other in the room. He still looked a little groggy and out of it from the sedative and pain, but his usual smirk was back in place. He always enjoyed his doctor's presence, even if he was grumpy and in pain.
“You need to rest now." The strict voice says. "You're such a spoilsport, angel... Fine, fine. Do I at least get a kiss?" Yoo Joonghyuk said with a seductive smirk, a sly grin on his face. Despite his pain, he couldn't help but be cheeky. He could never get enough of his doctor, and he had a thing for teasing him.
“You got one earlier. Oh wait you weren't awake.” The latter smirks back at the remark." Aww, but it doesn't count when I'm asleep. I want one now, a proper one." he laughed, leaning in a little closer, only to wince in pain and settle back down again. His voice was a little strained, but he was clearly loving this. "Come on, doctor. My shoulder hurts, can't I get some good medicine'?"
“I am getting it you idiot. If you lay back down properly” The other chuckled, wincing a little at the pain but he couldn't help but indulge himself. He laid back down properly, looking up at his doctor expectantly with a smirk on his face. "Fine. I'll be a good patient. For now, at least. Come now, doctor. Give your best medicine. If I die from pain, I'm blaming you."
"Hah. I should be saying that." Kim Dokja says not looking up from his paper. The latter's smirk widened into a seducing grin, his eyes gleaming with teasing delight. He couldn't help but be flirty, even while in pain.
"Oh, you think you could handle my level of medicine, doc? I don't want to break you just yet." He joked, his voice low and smooth. He knew just how to drive his Squid crazy, but he loved it. It was all part of the fun of their dynamic. "Hmm? I handle it everyday with everyone I treat." A hint of surprise appeared on his face but quickly disappeared as he chuckled, a sly look on his face.
"Heh, you may be able to handle your usual medicine, but you've never dealt with my kind of 'medicine'. It's a special recipe, only for my favourite. You wouldn't be able to handle it, darling. I'll leave you weak in the knees. And not from pain." The tone of voice changes completely. “Hmm? Now, now don't be naughty" A smirk comes from the shorter man. "Oh, you know me, darling. I'm always naughty. It's part of my charm."
He smirked wickedly, his dark eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. He loved their banter, the teasing and flirting. It was like a game they played, where Joonghyuk always tried to get under Dokja's skin and make him flustered. He loved the way his partner reacted, the way his cheeks would go pink and his voice would hitch.
“Hah not gonna work this time Hyukie.” Dokja softly injected him with a pain reliever. Joonhyuk winced slightly as the pain reliever was injected into him, the sharp pain in his shoulder slowly fading away into dullness. He let out a content sigh, feeling his body relax a little more.
"Damn. I should get shot more often, if it means I get to be treated like this by you." He said with a smirk, his voice a little weaker but still flirty. “Sunfish bastard much. I swear.” The other whispers quietly.
Joonghyuk laughed hearing the remark, quite annoyed by the name, wincing slightly again as his shoulder protested the movement. He reached up with his good arm and grabbed the doctor's tie, pulling him in close. His voice was low and smooth, laced with affection and desire.
"You can't deny you like it, doctor. You know you love it when I'm a little bastard. But you'd love it even more when you're the one making me weak, just for you." The doctor smirks. Joonghyuk chuckled, his smirk widening into a devious grin. He loved it when his Squid played along. He shifted his hand a little, gently tugging at the other's tie, pulling him even closer, their faces just inches apart.
"See? You love it. Just admit it, doctor. Admire how handsome and charming your bastard mafia boss can be.” It comes out in a sweet seductive voice until-. “I believe we are still at work sir.” Joonghyuk laughs. "Mm, such a killjoy. Just one little kiss, won't you, angel?"
He gave him a pleading look, his voice a little whiny. He couldn't help but tease and flirt, it was just too fun.
"Don't you think a wounded Mafiosos needs his medicine? A kiss would help it heal much better, you know. The doctor needs to take care of his patient~" Not expecting what comes next.
“So you want me to kiss every patient I get? It's quite a lot of muscular men we’re talking about here” The smirk raising with amusement.
His face fell which was much expected, his eyes narrowing in jealousy. The thought of the other kissing other people, especially other muscular men, sent a surge of possessiveness through him. His grip on the doctor’s tie unconsciously tightened, his voice taking on a deeper, possessive tone.
"Don't you dare. No other patient gets your attention, your care, your kisses. I don't want to see your lips touch anyone else's skin. You. Are. Mine. Understand, doctor?"
“But they look so hot... Especially since they're all in the mafia. They work out so much! Bihyung, Dionysus, Sun-Wukong, Krygios, Lee Hyunsung…” Dokja went down the list.
Joonghyuk’s eyes darkened at Dokja’s teasing words. The thought of other mafia men in his organisation getting his doctor's attention was infuriating. He loved the possessive nature that came out of him.
"Oh? You think they're hot, do you? You think they're better than me? Are you looking at them instead of me, Angel?" He said with a growl, his tone laced with possessiveness. He pulled Dokja closer, his grip tightening on the tie again while the other hand snakes around his thin waist.
“But, they stare at me? They look like they want to eat me.” He smirks. Yoo Joonghyuk’s possessiveness flared to new heights as he imagined other men staring at his precious doctor, eyeing him up with hunger. But who wouldn’t? His seducing thin waist, with that innocent look always on his face. "Oh, really? They want you? They'd be dead men if they even think about touching you. And if I see them look at you, I'd gut them myself. You are mine, understand? You're only allowed to stare at me. You're only allowed to taste me." He practically growled, his eyes blazing with intense protectiveness.
“Buttttt.” Dokja’s really pushing it now, stepping on a thin twine threatening to snap. "No 'but's'. You're mine, no other man gets to even look at you in that way. You have only ever been mine, and you always will be. Understand? I don't want any of those men laying their hands on you. They can look, but they can never touch. Not while I'm here. Now, are you going to be a good doctor and listen to your Mafia Boss, or are you gonna keep being a little tease?"
“Boss? Hmm?” As Dokja faked thinking, hand on his chin. Joonghyuk looked at his angel with a possessive look, his eyes darkened with desire and protectiveness. "Yes, you heard me right. I'm your Mafia Boss. You may be a doctor and have your own profession, but in this relationship, I am the one who's in charge. You belong to me. Do you understand, my precious doctor? You. Are. Mine."
“Hmm?” [Ok Dokja you’re really pushing it] Joonhyuk pulled his angel closer, his grip on his tie still tight but his voice softer, filled with affection. "Listen to me, Squid. No other man can touch you, or even look at you in that way. You're mine, and I'm yours. That's all that matters. Now, are you going to be good and listen to your Mafia Boss, or are you gonna keep defying me?" He leaned in close, his lips just a breath away from Dokja's.
Joonghyuk's lips hovered just an inch away from Dokja’s, his breath ghosting over them in warm, soft puffs. He could practically feel the heat of his doctor against his cheek, and the possessive fire that burned within him flared up again. He couldn't take it anymore.
He closed the gap in a heartbeat, pressing his lips against Dokja’s in a possessive, hungry kiss, his other hand reaching up to cup his face. “Mphm”
Jooghyuk deepened the kiss, his hand on Dokja's cheek gently pulling his face closer as he took what was his. Their lips moved hungrily against each other, the kiss becoming more passionate and desperate. Joonghyuk's other hand, the one still clutching Dokja's waist, tugged him closer, their bodies now flush against each other. He drank in the taste of his doctor, his mind filled with a fierce possessiveness and desire.
“You stupid Sunfish~ Mphm. Not here. Not at work. PLUS, you’re still injured idiot.” At first Joonghyuk didn’t let go, still clutched on the other’s waist. At least not until Dokja jabbed his wound hard. Then reluctantly pulled away with a growl, his breath coming in shallow pants just wanting to just grab the doctor tightly not letting go.
"Fine, fine. Not here. But you're mine. Remember that, doctor. Now, get back to work, darling. Your favourite mafia boss is still wounded and needs your care." He said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with possessive fire. He didn't want to let his doctor go, but he knew he had to wait until they were alone again.
“Yes, yes.” A low chuckle was let out at his doctor's obedience, a satisfied smile on his face. "That's my good Angel. Now, treat your mafia boss well, won't you? I want you to give me proper 'medicine' later." He said with a suggestive look, a playful grin on his face as he shifted to get more comfortable on the bed.
“How proper do you want it?” The teasing voice coming out so innocent yet so seductive. Joonghyuk's smirk widened as his doctor joined in his teasing. "Oh, very proper. I want you to give me all your attention and care. I want you to administer the highest dosage of that special medicine of yours. I'll need a full treatment." He said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, his voice low and suggestive.
He knew exactly what he was implying, and he was more than eager to see his doctor comply.
“Hm? I don't seem to know what that is?” The innocent voice said yet again. "Oh, don't be coy. You know exactly what I'm speaking of, darling." Joonghyuk said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with a fiery hunger. He sat up slowly, carefully minding his wounded shoulder, and he reached out to gently run his fingers down his doctor's arm.
"I want you to 'treat' me with all the passion and care that you have. In return I’ll make sure to leave you weak and gasping for more." Joongyuk said so clearly. “But, I'm just a doctor. I don’t know what you’re speaking of?” Dokja smiles innocently with a hint of sass in his voice.
The other chuckled again, his smirk widening as he caught on to his doctor's teasing. "Oh, I know that, darling. That's exactly what I want. I want you to be the kind of doctor that takes care of me in all the right ways. Treat me, cure me, and in return I’ll leave you begging for more. Far more than you can handle. After all, I am a wounded mafia boss. I need your special 'medicine' to heal." He said with a suggestive wink.