JEON JEONGGUK;

Jeongguk, in his doctor attire, descends the stairs with a weary gait. His lab coat, slightly rumpled from a long shift, sways with each step revealing the tired lines on his face. His usually sharp posture seems relaxed, reflecting deep fatigue, while his eyes, though heavy, retain a focus of quiet determination.

The man tiredly walks down as he reaches out for his mobile phone in his pocket. As he grasped his device, a call interrupted him, asking for his attention to attend. His voice rumbled down as he answered, "Hello?"

Meanwhile, from the other side of the call, had a great part of the disturbance a sort of jingling of met,als, which he assumed to be a scalpel and other medical instruments. This is a stark contrast to the peaceful and noise-less environment from Jeongguk's side.

"Doctor, please arrive in room no. 34 —need your guidance in the matter,"

"I—" Although he parted his lips to voice out about the end of his shift, from a corner of his heart, Jeongguk couldn't deny the request, so he just eyed down the target to reply further.
You're a doctor, Jeon, it's your duty to treat them!

"Doctor, are you here?" The female again questioned, bringing him back to the reality of his spent state. "Huh-—yes, I am coming in a few minutes."

Though the call declined, however, Jeongguk's thoughts were still roaming now and then. He grabbed his hair furiously before whispering.

"This is going to be the last function of the day or else,"

Jeongguk released a restless breath, only to suck a pack of air filled with extreme anticipation. He searched out for the pack of Marlboro cigarettes lying under his pocket. He took out his pack and pulled out one cigarette, placing it between his lips and then lit up.

Eventually, he laid his back against the pastel-coloured wall. The soft wind blew the smoke to the side, and some ash sprinkled down from the cigarette, which he tapped beside his thigh.

Whilst blowing down the cancer stick, his vision matched with the red poster that was displayed right in front of him.

"Smoking is injurious to health. Don't smoke around the hospital."
Jeongguk only shrugged it off and casually faced the other side of the wall. "Bullshit."

He once again blew it out, inhaling its intoxicated smoky smell.
The stress and tiredness he had earlier were now exchanged with some emotion of activeness and determination to fulfil the asked request. "I need to do this...but—-I am honestly tired of this job."

The fixed window right beside his framework gave an intimidating view of nature outside, providing natural light to the staircase. The angle of the sun in the afternoon creates varying light patterns. The golden hour, which occurs late in the afternoon, provides softer light that enhances colours and shadows in natural landscapes. All this softened the corners of his eyes, sparkling a sense of relief in his tired demeanour.

[2 hours before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

"Are you alright now?" Jeongguk inquired the old man while pressing down his thumb pad on his bandaged knee. His eye was fixedly on the injured part, completely unaware of the elderly man staring at the name tag on his coat.

His narrowed eyes behind his vintage eyewear were trying to read the name. Those frown lines on his forehead, the incoherent words escaping his mouth whenever he tried to understand the letters and that scrunched nose on his face confused the newbies standing behind his posture.

"J-jeon Jeongguk," the latter spoke hestistianly.

His busted voice gathered Jeongguk's attention from prescription to his elderly features that vibrated a genuine smile.
"Yes sir?"
"Thanks for t-treating me,"

The assigned doctor smiled from ear to ear as he heard him saying this. "It's our duty sir, don't be thank you. We are always here for you."

If he were asked what's so soothing about this doctor, he must have answered —Jeongguk's voice. There was a gentle stroke of pleasure in his manly yet sweet sound which can melt anyone's anger and frustration.

"You don't see as a native American, don't mind me saying."
The same old man questioned him while taking down his unfamiliar features. The young male grinned; his smile was a gentle embrace, comforting and inviting, like a cosy blanket on a cold day.

"Uh, actually, I am Korean—my father transferred here when I was almost five. Since then, I have been living in America."

The elderly man next to him nodded.

"Thank you, doctor Jeon. You helped us a lot. We are new here, so we just got worried somehow. Sorry to get you in trouble."

"It's alright, just make sure to prescribe him the medicines needed," he turned around to look at him, and their hands met in a firm grip, fingers closing with a reassuring pressure that spoke of confidence and respect.

"I wish you great health ahead..I'll take my leave now."

[1 hour before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

The moment Jeongguk crossed the threshold of his apartment, a familiar barking echo reverberated through the house, saturating its walls with the lingering sound of past moments.

Suddenly, another creature hopped on his structure, shaking his entire being in a tender jump. He smiled as he felt it nudging his nape and inhaling his intoxicated scent. "Bam,"

As the names escaped his lips, his dog observed him and licked his mouth in a small kiss, making Jeongguk crack into a sweet laugh. "You missed me?"

Another bark was voiced around, indicating how desperate he was to look at Jeongguk when he was away from his house for almost 36 hours. A sarcastic thanks to his profession the e n-the doctor is never an easy job, of course.

"I guess Mrs Stillon take good care of you, from serving food to jogging you around," his voice barely audible as a whisper while giving his back a reassuring pat.

Running his hand over the soft fur of his pet, he felt a deep sense of contentment and comfort wash over him. Each gentle pat was soothing, a quiet reassurance that brought warmth and a profound sense of peace.

Settled into the darkness of the room, the soft glow of the TV screen bathed him in its light. The flickering images captivated his attention, and the silence around made the experience feel immersing and satisfying. Jeongguk's pet—Bam, had drifted into his sleep already, and his snoring brought a smile to his face.

However, a sudden call interrupted him from enjoying himself further. With an exasperated groan, he picked it up without even glancing at the ID. The frown was transformed into a sly smirk as he caught the similarity in the voice.

"Shezam?" His best friend. Jeongguk's childhood partner in crime- from stealing cookies to drawing illegal images on public walls, kid of showing their immature artistic skills.

"Jeongguk, are you home?" The uncertainty in his vocals confused the called male. "Yeah, bro...everything alright?"

An audible gulp was heard over the phone, signalling Shezam's hesitation to continue. "J-Jeongguk...could you please come over here?-—my house? Please,—"

"Of course, you just wait for a few minutes."

The thought of rejection subsided as he heard Jeongguk's instant response, and the sound of jingling keys over the call suggested he was approaching. "Thank you gguk; I'll be waiting."

When they cut the call, Jeongguk couldn't help but rethink what happened with Shezam. Yeah, he might wanna kick off that later and to jerk off once in the shower, but right now he's gotta deal with his friend's stuff first. He can chill after it's done.

Jeongguk sped up through the rain-slicked streets, his car cutting through the downpour with a sense of urgency. The moon, now rising into the darkening sky, cast a pale, ethereal light that struggled to penetrate the stormy clouds, adding to the tension of the lights.

"Please be okay." Repeating these words in his mind, he boosted up his speed, while settling a correct gear accordingly.

[15 minutes before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

The second he reached Shezam's entrance door, his heart started thumping more loudly, unable to witness any kind of dismay to his only best friend.
Jeongguk knocked on the door.

No response.

He again knocked, this time more intense.

Soon, he heard the circulating sound of door knob, giving him an idea about someone's presence behind the gate.
"What happ—-you?" He rushed forward, almost embracing the figure he mistook for Shezam, but was left stunned when he saw his roommate welcoming him instead.

"Are you looking for Shezam?"
Jeongguk took a sneak peek at the back of this person and found some more people inside, practically making a very disturbing nuisance in the gallery of the house. "Yes."

The unwelcome boy gestured for him to step inside. Deep in his thoughts, Jeon grapples with doubts about whether stepping inside is the right choice. However, after a small debate in his mind, he decided to just look after his best friend.

Few boys were present in the gallery. Suddenly, a strong foul smell struck Jeongguk's nose as if he wanted to just puke out all the things he'd done that evening. The boy's night out looked like a carefree escape, surrounded by a spread of junk food like leftover pizza and sliced onions that belonged exclusively to burgers; those boys were lost in the thrills of video games and accompanied by scattered bottles of liquor.

The most shocking scene that he witnessed was-one of the blondes administering the injected drugs with practised precision, drawing the needle into his vein and pressing the plunger to release the substance. The next second, he was marked by a tense focus and a momentary stillness as the effects began to take hold. "Fuck, yes this was what I all needed."

[7 minutes before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

At this point, he just wished Shezam to be all okay and right.
When he almost reached his room entrance, the boy left him to join his wasted friends. Jeongguk knocked hestistianly. Throughout the time of opening, he was constantly wishing him to be completely in a good state and-—
"Jeongguk, you already here?"

The familiarity in the voice shot his head up and look over the person. Shezam couldn't process it properly when he was engulfed in a tight hug. With widened eyes, he looked at him. Knowing about how hard he was right now, suffocating the closeness...at this sudden gesture was not something to talk
about-

With shaky hands, he hugged him back. Jeongguk's hands tightened around Shezam's waist as if he might go far away from him.

"I missed you so much," he confessed behind his ears, almost breathing hard against his neck. Goose peppered his skin after his confession, however slightly budged his figure and spoke,
"Okay enough of your gay ass, let's get inside...shall we?"

[5 minutes before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

"So, they're your roommates' friends downstairs?"
"Yes." the bronzed one answered while handing that tattooed guy a glass of vodka.

"They are so weird...anyways why did you call me up? I mean, I don't mind though," Jeongguk spoke while taking a sip of vodka, that had a subtle taste of grain or potato. The drink was warming, astringent and left a lingering, alcoholic-forward

Goosebumps appeared on his skin, a physical manifestation of his sudden shock and unease. Shezam swallowed an unavailable saliva down his throat, indicating how unsure he was.
Meanwhile, the latter only wandered around, pointing down the aesthetic of his room.

He had a small computer desk in one room, a mattress as his bed on the ground, crinkled posters of unknown musical artists on one side, and an openly graphic playboy image on the next. The saxophone he plays is tucked away by the rat traps around the corners of his closet. Wooden panels on the floor, dark. The walls are dark even though they were meant to be painted white.

"Oh, that-—uh..." He didn't exchange any glances with him. His once expensive eyes hold a galaxy of uncertainty and a rising question -—how to approach Jeongguk. The wooden floor came into Shezam's view, and he looked down, not matching with Jeongguk's stares.

"Shezam, don't hesitate..just tell me already." The other male voiced out and stood up from the bean bag chair leaving behind the casual sitting where he lounged once.

With hesitant steps, he approached Shazam, who had his back turned to Jeongguk. "Are you okay?"

[2 minutes before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

As the hot breath lingered on the nape of his neck, a shiver ran down his spine, causing goosebumps to rise. His heart pounded rapidly, overwhelmed by a surge of adrenaline.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jeongguk's fingertips touched his exfoliating skin; his every touch raced Shezam's heartbeat uncontrollably. He closed his eyes, unable to think anything at the moment.

Upon turning to Jeongguk, he drew in a breath, brimming with anticipation. Jeongguk's presence was a stark contrast to his usual doctor attire. The glossy jacket he wore seemed to shimmer in the dimmed light, accentuating his golden skin that drew's everyone gaze.

"Should I confess?" He asked.

The tattooed guy only nodded, still keeping his hands close to his nape where he'd concaved his palm over his brown skin.

Shezam's fingers strangled the shining glass in his hand. His face was as pale as a white linen. His breath hissed out in shock. Slowly, he reached out for his best friend's palm, holding it tightly.

"I—-I like you gguk,"

The moment after confessing, a wave of anxiety washes over S.
There's a tight knot in his stomach, his palms may be sweaty and his heart raced with apprehension. He's caught in limbo, dreading the possibility of rejection while desperately waiting for a positive response.

[1 minute before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

On the other side of the coin, Jeongguk's heart races as he realises the gravity of the situation, the weight of Shezam's words settling over him like a suffocating blanket.

Meanwhile, the bronzed guy's holds over him tightened, his presence casting a shadow over his every thought and action.

As he faced off against him in that dimly lit room, he knew that the battle for his soul had just begun.

Slowly, Shezam's voice sliced through the tense silence, his words sending a chill down Jeongguk's spine. "I have been loving you since the day of high school-yet unable to confess,"

He continued further, "I have always seen you as my best friend, as my man."

Cold tendrils of shock passed through his veins as he heard Shezam's unbelievable confession. Blood turned into ice when Jeongguk felt him getting closer to his framework. His emotions were intensified, making the approaching kiss feel more exhilarating and inevitable.

[30 seconds before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

"I am in love with you gguk, very much."
Those last words came as a whisper barely audible, but Jeongguk heard it right. They were crystal clear as the confession passed his ear drums repeatedly.

Thunder rumbled, both outside of the house and inside of his heart. He pressed his fingers onto his palm until it bled.

Yes, he might have fantasized to fuck his best friend once—
one of the top notches on his wish list. Not gonna lie, his friend really got a hot ass and those biceps don't lie either.
However, getting into a relationship was never a thing he ever thought of, at least for now.

[2 seconds before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

Shezam approached his nape and embraced his fingers around him, sending a warm current over his whole body. "I-—"

While Jeongguk is astonished by his gaze, Shezam leans in, stealing a kiss from his lips before he realises what's happening.
Did he just kiss me?

Once his lips descend on the protagonist, they don't seem to be gentle in any way. They crash into him, and he can feel the urgency, his hunger, and everything he had spent days withholding for the sake of their best-freebies friendship. "Mmm....fuck-—I like this."

Somewhere, Jeongguk wanted to push him, to inform him about the love he had never experienced for Shezam. But, there was something about the alcoholic effect that began to blur his senses and dull his inhibitions. That warm, sensitive and intoxicated haze envelops him, making him go crazy.

As Shezam's hold tightened around his neck, he exerted more force in the kiss, basically devouring his lips. Jeongguk shifted him backwards and dropped him onto the mattress until he laid down on his back.

With a quick work of his hand, the jacket is gone, and the shirt is tossed somewhere across the room. He hovered over Shezam's tall and lean figure.

"Would you like to dominate gguk?" The man under Jeongguk's figure asked before holding his clothed shaft and stroking his fingertips on the cloth, earning a heavy groan from the latter.

"I would love to.."

[Jeon Jeongguk has successfully been kissed]

(a/n:- Heyyy! What do y'all prefer the most...Jungkook or Jeongguk?....I prefer the second..which you can already see XD...how's the chapter btw?)