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Choi Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as it was so dry due to an undisturbed and no rest staring at his computer screen. He's been trying to see a way on how to operate on his patient that has been in his care since the first time she's been admitted to the hospital. He sighed as he stood up, stretched his body while tiptoeing and arms up on his head. He was about to grab his, now cold, food delivery when the door to his room banged open and a very worried and harried Hong Joshua with Xu Minghao entered.
“Hey, there, to you too.”
He greeted them with a small smile. Both doctors just nodded at him, eyebrows still furrowed together. It was rare for these two to have this kind of expression on their faces, especially panting like they had ran.
“Cheol, tell us honestly. Did you get involved with some sort of man working in the dark?” Joshua asked gently, as if the question would make Seungcheol feral.
“What?” Seungcheol dumbly asked. What is he spouting on?
“He means the Mafia, Cheol-hyung. They're looking for a doctor, specifically with your description.”
Minghao clarified and Seungcheol’s eyes went saucers.
“They're sort of terrifying everybody in the emergency room. If you won't see them, they said you will regret it.”
Joshua finished with a gulp. Seungcheol sighed and cursed.
“What the fuck do they want from me? I don't even know anybody outside of this hospital.”
Seungcheol exclaimed and ran out from his room to the emergency room, tailed by the two doctors.
When he got to the emergency room, the nurses were cowered in one corner, talking to themselves, not looking at the men who looked like they would kill if one moved. He looked at the people who barged inside the emergency room like the people inside owe them big money. He scanned them one by one. They are handsome, big muscles, serious faces and the one in the center looks very impatient, too impatient for his liking.
He cleared his throat and it got everybody’s attention. The nurses expressed their relief but did not talk nor move and the men who Joshua labeled as the “men working in the dark” looked at him, some relieved, some were smiling, some were curious, and then the one in the center was looking at him coolly.
“I’m Dr. Choi. May I know the reason for you being here?”
Seungcheol asked calmly, although both Joshua and Minghao know that deep inside, he’s nervous but his curiosity topped it.
The man in the center stared at his face, checking every angle of his face, looking him up and down. He stared at him straight-on while shoving his hands in each of his pants side-pockets.
“Dr. Choi Seungcheol, General and Critical Care Surgeon, 34 years old, single, gym enthusiast and the youngest surgeon to have two types of surgical specialties.”
The man listed and Seungcheol can’t help but raise a brow. Joshua and Minghao looked at each other then back to the center. This is horrifying. How did that man know that? There’s nothing on his socials that listed off his credentials and work. Not even in this hospital.
“Thank you for that. How may I help you?”
He asked again as he was really in the middle of trying to find solutions for the surgery and he’s fucking hungry.
“You need to come with us. I’ll explain to you on the way.”
The man answered seriously. Seungcheol scoffed. He couldn’t believe what just transpired in his early evening. He followed the man’s actions of shoving his hands but instead of his pants pocket, it’s in his scrubs shirt pockets.
“And I suppose you’d kill me or any of my staff if I decline.”
He answered back seriously as well. The man smirked at him, nodding at him.
“Smart. Well?”
Seungcheol heaved a sigh and turned his back. He stared at his two co-workers.
“I’m pretty sure the higher-ups are already aware. Kindly look for my patients if I won’t be back for the next 12 to 72 hours?”
He asked with a little smile. Joshua and Minghao can’t do anything but just nod. Seungcheol patted their shoulders and turned to look at the men in front of him.
“Do I need to bring any of my tools?”
He asked just so he would be ready.
“No need, Doctor. Everything will be provided for you.”
The man answered and Seungcheol sighed again. He approached the group and he was immediately escorted out, the others distanced themselves to guard them while the others stayed at his back. They were in the parking lot when he heard familiar voices screaming for his name. Joshua and Minghao were running after them.
“I’m sorry but can you please return him to us? Safe and sound, please.”
Joshua pleaded, panting while trying to gain confidence for asking the mafia this kind of favor.
“In one piece. No damaged bone, veins, arteries and everything.”
Minghao followed, panting as well but holding his stance.
“He’s our lead surgeon. He has an important surgery to do for a 9-year old child. She needs his help.”
Joshua continued and is close to tears. The man who talked to Seungcheol a while ago heaved a sigh. He scratched his forehead and looked at them.
“It’s really not up to us but to Dr. Choi. If he can finish it fast, without delay and the patient is stable, then he is free to go and won’t disturb him again unless necessary.”
He answered while looking at them seriously.
“Okay, okay. Will you please let him call us? We just need to be updated about his well-being.”
Joshua asked once more. Seungcheol and him have been inseparable since they were in Medical School and have been each other’s backs when time gets rough. Minghao was an addition to them when he was their junior in the hospital and it has been the three of them ever since plus someone whose been serving in a house instead of the hospital.
“He also needs to be fed. He knows how to cook but he won’t when he has lots of thoughts and he will skip meals if necessary. He weighs 145 pounds and we expect that he stays that way.”
One of the men chuckled at his statement but went silent when Minghao stared at him with killing intent.
“We will accommodate Dr. Choi with your demands on our minds. But, we will let him call you once he’s done.”
Joshua nodded at his answer but Minghao was skeptical. He gave them room for doubt. Seungcheol just gave them a small smile and gestured for them to go back to the hospital. Minghao turned back when Joshua nudged him to. They kept looking at their backs as they walked and Seungcheol was nudged to go inside the vehicle.
The ride to wherever he is taking them was silent except for some sound of phone keypad sounds. Seungcheol kept silent, looking outside, trying to familiarize their route. He is resolute that he will stay silent unless he’s asked questions or needed to answer.
“I would like to apologize, Dr. Choi. I would not like to threaten anybody but it’s a situation between life and death. We also could not afford to let him go to the hospital.”
The man, leader perhaps, bowed to him. He just hummed and looked outside again. The way to their destination is a bit familiar to him. No, he knows this street. He looked back at the man with fears evident in his eyes.
“Are- are we going to the Lee of the East Mansion?”
He nervously asked. The men inside looked at each other, curious as to how he knew. The leader of the group stared at him wistfully.
“Yes. How did you know, Dr. Choi?”
The leader is now curious as well. Seungcheol gulped and stared him straight in the eye.
“Who was it? The Senior or the only son?”
The men gasped and Seungcheol didn’t pay them any mind. He needs to know.
“The Senior. It’s the Senior that needs your help.”
Seungcheol cursed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in frustration. He exhaled and tapped his thigh in rhythm.
“Is his nurse with him or on a day-off? Nurse Seungkwan. I need to know.”
The leader had his eyes furrowed and slumped in his seat.
“Fuck. You’re the guy. He always mentioned you but not your name. Yes, Seungkwan is still assisting him.”
The leader answered and made a call. Seungcheol looked outside once more then back to the men inside.
“This is what’s going to happen when we get there. You are to light up the fireplace, place the armchair near it. Boil a big pot of water, the biggest pot they have, put in 20 bulbs each of garlic and ginger and put it in the bathtub. Do not get inside the room until I say so. Only the nurse and I.”
He instructed and everyone just nodded at him. The leader looked at him with eyebrows furrowed, phone still on his ear.
“Yes, he is with us. Yes, he just did. Okay. Okay.”
Seungcheol didn’t pay him any mind as he is now focused on the time it would get there, to prepare the things he needed and to operate on the man. Seungcheol looked at the leader and was hesitant to ask but he needed it to push through his plans.
“Please tell Mr. Lee Jihoon that he’s not allowed inside the room as well.”
Everyone gasped and was about to voice out their reaction when the leader got to it first.
“He’s the son. He needs to be there!”
He reacted, his voice louder than the volume of his speaking tone a while ago. Seungcheol nodded but he was firm.
“Just tell him, please. He knows why.”
Seungcheol calmly answered and he got quiet again. The men inside the van cannot believe what they just heard. The son of Lee Senior is not allowed to see what they were doing inside? He’s crazy!
“Hyung, are you sure about this?”
One of the men asked and the leader was just silent, still staring daggers at the doctor. It took a few seconds for him to calm down and dialled a number once more.
When they got to the Lee of the East Mansion, no one was able to stop Seungcheol from entering the house as he ran fast and went straight into the room. Seungkwan, the Senior’s nurse, was there, checking his pulse and temperature. He locked eyes with Seungcheol, then went to approach the doctor with a hug.
“Hyung! It’s been so long! Why did you not call me even for once!?”
Seungkwan was now crying in his arms and Seungcheol rubbed his back up and down to console him.
“Sorry, Kwannie. Hyung’s just been very busy. How is he?”
Seungcheol asked when Seungkwan let him go and immediately approached the bed where the old man was lying in. Seungkwan wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.
“Not good, Hyung. His blood pressure dropped significantly.”
Seungkwan kept on reporting and Seungcheol checked from his vitals, his pulse rate, even his urine.
“This is not looking good. Let’s do what we usually do and when it’s not enough, you have to inform Mr. Lee that he has to be transferred to the city’s big hospital.”
Seungcheol and Seungkwan became very busy dealing with the patient’s health. They need to do it fast and swiftly or they have to call for an air ambulance to carry the senior Lee to the big hospital in the city and they don’t have time for that. Even though Seungcheol is said to be the most effective doctor, he is not allowed to do any kind of surgery outside the vicinity. Seungcheol then asked Seungkwan to have the hot water be put in the bathtub. The men went inside fast and got out fast as well. Then, they carry senior Lee to the bathtub and have him soaked in the hot water for 5 minutes until they hear a hiss from the old man and take him out of the bathtub briskly and with care. They cleaned him up, changed his clothes, and injected the needed medicines into his IV tube.
Seungkwan heaved a sigh of relief when his vitals were back to normal. Senior Lee is already 70 years old but they both know that the Senior would still want to live for another 10 years.
Seungcheol sighed as well but he needed to continuously monitor his patient for the next 6 hours. He sat down on the sofa chair at the edge of the bed and slumped his body. Seungkwan patted his shoulders and gave him a bottle of water to which Seungcheol gratefully accepted. Seungkwan sat in the other available chair in front of him. He was about to ask something when a knock was heard.
Seungcheol glanced at the door and then at Seungkwan. Seungkwan is sensitive to these things so he stood up and approached the door. He opened it a little bit, just enough for him to go out.
“Yes, Jeonghan-ssi?”
“How was Senior Lee?”
“He's stable but we need to monitor him. Hyung said that if it dropped again, an air ambulance must be called from the big hospital in the city.”
Jeonghan just nodded and had to take a breath.
“Mingyu will serve him food. He haven’t had any dinner yet.”
Seungkwan’s eyes went saucers.
“You mean, you didn’t let him eat before he had to come here!? What the fuck is wrong with you? Aish!”
Seungkwan cursed and had to hurry back inside. He thought it was just the light but Seungcheol had gone pale a while ago.
“Hyung! Come on. Get up and go to the dining room! You need to eat or I will tell you to Joshua and Minghao!
Seungkwan threatened with furrowed brows. He knows too well what happens when he's working on a hungry stomach.
Seungcheol groaned as he stared at Seungkwan threateningly. Oh, it's starting already. Seungkwan gulped down his fear as he pointed at the door.
“I'll call you once there's something wrong. Just, please, eat.”
Seungkwan pleaded once more as he tried to help the older man up. Seungcheol sighed and helped himself up. He leaned on Seungkwan as he really needed his help to walk.
They were close to the door when it opened from the outside and revealed a slicked hair pushed backward revealing his forehead, wearing a 3-suit piece, prescription glasses on top of his nose, furrowed brows and worried eyes. He checked them and made his conclusion.
“Leave him to me, Seungkwan-ssi. I'll make sure he eats well, takes a rest, and takes him back to the hospital.”
Jihoon Lee, the only son of Senior Lee, Korea's leading multi-business company and known to be the head of the Lee Mafia Family.
Seungkwan glanced at the doctor then back to the Mafia head and had to do a double take back to the doctor because the soft but firm Dr. Choi Seungcheol, the softest doctor of the east hospital, is glaring hard at the Mafia head.
“I can go to the kitchen myself, Kwan-ah. I will eat there and not in the fancy dining area.”
Seungcheol groaned as he stood straight and walked in the direction of the kitchen. Seungkwan jud let the doctor go and glanced at the Mafia head staring at his back. He cleared his throat and that got the Mafia head's attention to him. He smiled gently at him.
“You know, Mr. Lee, I made him mad one time. I did not tell him that I had a hard time with one of my subjects. I spent many sleepless nights just to pass that subject and guess what? I fainted in front of our class. My professor had to call him up and he did take care of me but in silence. No conversation whatsoever. I know why he was mad at me that time, Mr. Lee. I broke our promise of telling him everything, even the slightest inconvenience because it is important to him. Joshua-hyung and Minghao-hyung scolded me, too, but I would like that rather than the silent treatment. He forgave me when I ask for forgiveness. I had to explain thoroughly why I fainted. It was then that I take care of myself more seriously because when we were able to get out of the orphanage, we promised that we will take care of each other. So Mr. Lee, just tell him why. He is not angry but disappointed.”
Jihoon just sighed and nodded at Seungkwan. He followed the doctor to the kitchen silently and saw the doctor eating slowly and seeming to drift to sleep. He stared at him in the archway of the kitchen with his hands on his pockets.
Seungcheol was still the same but with more prominent eye bags, he's soft but more serious and most of all, he's distant.
“What do you want, Mr. Lee?”
And his tone changes, too. But still has sharp ears. Jihoon approached the doctor and sat beside him, making sure he kept a good distance.
“I just want to make sure you eat a lot.”
Jihoon replied softly, staring at the doctor softly. Seungcheol sighed and chewed his food down.
“I will. It's the only good thing that is good in this house and Senior Lee and Seungkwan.”
Seungcheol answered back and continued eating, not even sparing the Mafia head a glance. Jihoon sighed once more.
“Cheol, I deeply regret what I said the last time you were here. I was in a lot of stress and I know it's not a good excuse to burst my anger out at you. You do not deserve it. And I'm really really sorry for that.”
Jihoon apologized. He knows that it's not enough but he still wants to try mending what he broke. It's been 2 years since Seungcheol was in this house. Even his father missed Seungcheol more than he missed his own son.
Seungcheol continued eating like he hadn't heard anything and Jihoon just patiently waited for him, more patient than dealing with his enemies. When Seungcheol downed the can of Coke til it's last drop, he stood up and stared down at the Mafia head looking up at him with worry.
“You know what made me angry? When you didn't believe me that I didn't do it. You believe that whore more than me who was with you from our college days. You made me feel insignificant that moment you accused me of stealing your money when you know too well that I don't give a fucking care about your wealth. I married you because it's you, not because of what you have and you believed the enemy's advocate more than your ally and you're telling me now that you deeply regret what you said? Shut up, Mr. Lee. You don't regret anything you say or do.”
Jihoon just kept quiet and accepted everything the doctor just said, lips thinning every second.
“And you know what I regret now? Not killing that bitch in front of you just to let you know how I hate her. I killed her and no one even knows that.”
Seungcheol walked by him, thinking that the talk was over. He already said what he wanted to say. But Jihoon has other plans. He grabbed Seungcheol by his arm and pinned him down at the table. Seungcheol hissed as his back and waist made contact with the table. Jihoon stared at him calmly while Seungcheol growled at him. They can hear footsteps running toward them and in the kitchen doorway, his right man arrived with the others.
“Sir, is something wrong here?”
The newcomer asked, flabbergasted with the scene he just witnessed while the others turned around to give them privacy.
“No, Jeonghan. Nothing is wrong here. We're just having a conversation.”
Jihoon answered, still staring at the pinned Seungcheol.
“Let me go.”
Seungcheol growled as he tried to escape from Jihoon's grip. Jihoon just smiled softly at him and gave his forehead a kiss. He put their foreheads together and closed his eyes.
“Nuh-uh. I'm not letting you go anymore, Cheol. I'm going to personally send you back to the hospital and fetch you after every shift of yours. I'll wait for you until you're done with your surgeries and take you somewhere everyday. Please, let me make up for the mistakes I made in the past. Let me be your Jihoonie once more, my pretty Cheollie.”
Seungcheol kept quiet with his litany and when Jihoon looked up, it was to see Seungcheol with teary eyes and a trembling mouth. Jihoon kissed his eyes and Seungcheol closed it and tears were falling like raindrops in his face.
“I'm afraid, Jihoon. I'm afraid you'll let me go again. I'm afraid you will let me leave again. I've not been myself when you let me leave you. I can't do that again to Joshua and Hao.”
Jihoon let Seungcheol cry, let him sit on the table and hugged him tight. The rest of Jihoon's men left them except for Jeonghan and another man.
Jihoon looked at them and sighed.
“You can leave us, Jeonghan. We'll be here for a while. But call us immediately when Father wakes up or any kind of emergency.”
Jihoon commanded and Jeonghan nodded and went on his way. The other man stayed, looking like there's something he wanted to say.
“Okay, come here, Seokmin. I know you've been wanting to hug your doctor.”
With the mention of the name, Seungcheol sat up straight and looked at the archway. There stood Jihoon's cousin, Seokmin, his patient. Seokmin approached them and hugged the doctor.
“Hello, Hyung. It took you so long to come back. You didn't even call me once.”
Seokmin complained with tears flowing down his face. Seungcheol chuckled at him while caressing his back.
“Sorry, Min-ah. I miss you, too. Thank you for taking care of Seungkwan for me.”
Seokmin let go of the hug and wiped his face with his hands.
“It's no problem, Hyung. Seungkwan is already a brother to me. Also, thank you for the birthday gifts you secretly sent.”
Seokmin sniffed and laughed at their tear-stained faces. Seungcheol chuckled and sighed.
“You're welcome, Min-ah.”
Seokmin gave him his sunny smile and looked at his older cousin with daggers.
“If he leaves you again, I'm going to rebel against you and will live with Cheol-hyung. I'll take Seungkwan with me and Soonyoung-hyung too!”
Seokmin rolled his eyes at him but gave Seungcheol a big smile.
“Stay or I will disturb you in the hospital everyday.”
And with that, Seokmin walked out of the kitchen, with a big smile plastered on his face.
Seungcheol chuckled but gasped when he felt hot lips on his and a hand on his neck forcing him to lock lips. Jihoon's other arm held his waist as he was devoured by the other. Jihoon didn't give him any choice but to answer his kisses back. Seungcheol moaned as Jihoon bit his lower lip and inserted his tongue, to taste the cavern of Seungcheol's mouth.
Seungcheol couldn’t help but to pull Jihoon closer to him. Jihoon groaned when Seungcheol fought back with fervor kisses, imitating Jihoon on his actions. They kept on fighting who’s gonna top but Jihoon persisted and won. Seungcheol lay down on the table with Jihoon climbing on top of him, situating himself in between Seungcheol’s legs.
Seungcheol opened his legs and wrapped them around Jihoon’s back. He pulled Jihoon down to him and lifted his waist up to meet Jihoon and his clothed but already hard, throbbing cock, creating friction that both of them craved for. Jihoon let his mouth go and sucked on his neck hard while his hands were busy taking off Seungcheol’s scrub suit pants and underwear.
Seungcheol gasped as cold air met his throbbing cock but was not left for long in the out as Jihoon backed down on the floor, pulled Seungcheol until his waist was at the edge of the table, wrapped his legs on his back and engulfed him whole. Jihoon was fast and relentless as Seungcheol moaned and met his mouth with his thrust.
Although Jihoon would love to play more, his cock can’t wait. He made Seungcheol’s mouth busy as he was busy with the doctor’s cock. He thrust in two of his fingers and let the doctor play with it, slicking his fingers with his saliva and when Jihoon deemed it enough, he did not hesitate and shoved the two saliva-slicked fingers on Seungcheol’s waiting hole.
Seungcheol gasped as he felt the pain of the intrusion. Jihoon kept sucking his cock as his fingers scissored his hole, thrusting in and out, in and out until Seungcheol moaned and met his thrust with his own, feeling the pleasure with pain.
“Jihoon, your cock. Give it to me now. You said you’ll make up for it. Your cock, Jihoon!”
Seungcheol cried out loud and Jihoon let go with a pop. He lifted Seungcheol’s waist, continued thrusting his fingers in while his mouth joined, eating his hole, making Seungcheol whimper and squirmed with the intensity, his legs tight on his back and neck. Jihoon’s other hand took off his buckles, opened his zipper down and took his throbbing cock out of his briefs. He spread his own pre-cum down his shaft and pumped it up and down. His mouth and fingers left Seungcheol’s hole and the doctor whimpered with the loss.
“Jihoonie, give it me now or I will leave and-”
Seungcheol was not able to complete his threat as Jihoon shoved his cock at his wet hole. He gasped and panted as Jihoon slowly, inch by inch, continued to shove it, panting as well as he was waiting for this for so long, for Seungcheol to come back to him.
When his cock was at his hilt, he let Seungcheol breathe. He kissed and sucked and lapped at the doctor’s thighs, making sure that every part of his thighs has his marks. Seungcheol will feel the pain and remember the sweetness and intensity of this coupling.
“Cheol, baby, can I move now?”
Jihoon asked gently, patience wearing thin as his wet and hot drives him crazy.
“Yes. Now.”
Seungcheol moaned and squirmed and whimpered as Jihoon drove straight home, hitting his g-spot immediately, hitting it again and again. The room was filled with Seungcheol’s moan, Jihoon’s grunts and skin slapping against each other. Jihoon continued to thrust harder in and out, short but fast, long and slow and with rhythmic pattern. Seungcheol met his thrust everytime, like he always does.
“Ji, faster, harder, love.”
Jihoon snapped at the endearments and made his thrusting harder, hitting his spot always, making Seungcheol moan louder. Jihoon grabbed his wrists and pin them on the side of his head, making his thrusts deeper, his mouth latched onto the doctor’s neck, sucking it hard, leaving bruises and evidence of what they were doing in the kitchen.
Jihoon’s thrusting became frantic, out of rhythm, and Seungcheol knows he’s close.
“Cheol, cum with me?”
“Ji- Jihoonie-”
Jihoon thrusted once, twice, thrice and shot his thick ribbons of cum inside the cavern of Seungcheol’s hole. Seungcheol’s body trembled with the intensity of sex as thick, long and hot cum washed them on their chests and Jihoon’s chin. Both panted hard as the high from sex was still there.
Seungcheol’s eyes went wide as he looked at Jihoon who’s smirking at him.
“What the fuck? You just came and you’re hard again?”
Seungcheol whimpered as he felt Jihoon’s cock get harder while still inside his hole. Jihoon kissed him on his lips once more, still with heat and more love. Seungcheol can’t help but to respond, locking his hands on his neck, even when it’s weak, pulling him down. Jihoon, being the robust and active man, his sex drive hibernating for the past 2 years that Seungcheol is gone, began thrusting once more.
Seungcheol whimpered as he is still sensitive but the pleasure weighs more than the pain. He wrapped his legs again down Jihoon’s back but the Mafia head had another plan.
Jihoon pulled out and flipped Seungcheol on the table, feet on the floor, his waist taut out and the doctor had to hold the sides of the table as the Mafia head shoved his cock once more, eliciting hisses and groans from both of them.
Jihoon held onto Seungcheol's waist as he slammed his cock in and out of the doctor's hole. Seungcheol's moans became louder once more, filling the room with his voice so eager for Jihoon's cock pounding on him the second time within seconds of just cumming.
Seungcheol met every thrust of Jihoon with excitement, with lust, with desire, with longing. His throbbing cock making his own friction against the table, mixing equally of pain and pleasure. His tears falling from his face mixed with emotions he can't describe yet but he knows he likes this, he wants it and more. This is not over yet.
Jihoon's thrusting became frantic and out of rhythm once more, close to finishing inside the doctor's hole again.
“I'm gonna cum again inside you, baby. Let's make sure that this time, this time, it will make you pregnant.”
Seungcheol moaned his “yes" and Jihoon shot his load inside Seungcheol once more, hoping that this would make Seungcheol stay in his house once again.