Jeon Jungkook-–

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Taehyung watched Doctor Jeon, who was focused on filling out the medical chart. Everything about Jungkook was mesmerizing: the impeccably ironed white coat, the quiet, precise movements, and the absolute composure. To Taehyung, it felt like an intriguing challenge.

Leaning on his elbow, he shifted slightly forward, trying to catch the gaze of those dark eyes.

"Doctor, I think I have a critically high fever," Taehyung complained in a half-whisper, smiling conspiratorially. "My whole body burns the moment you step closer."

Jungkook didn't even flinch. With a practiced gesture, he pressed the cool back of his hand to the other's forehead, held it there for a couple of seconds, and calmly withdrew his hand.

"Skin temperature and moisture are moderate; no signs of fever," he replied, making a note on his tablet.

Taehyung sighed softly, not giving up on his attempts to get the doctor to talk in a different tone.

"And what if I tell you that my heart is about to jump out of my chest? And it's not because of any illness."

Jungkook carefully draped the stethoscope around his neck, looked at the patient with his guileless gaze, and spoke:

"Pulse seventy-two, sinus rhythm. The dynamics are excellent, Taehyung. You need more sleep, not to waste your energy on fantasies."