The hospital at night was silent, only the faint hum of fluorescent lights above and the occasional beep of machines in the distance. The sterile air clung heavy, but inside the locked surgical suite, nothing about what was about to happen was sterile at all.
Jungkook closed the door, sliding the bolt with a deliberate click. His eyes raked over Yn sitting on the operating table, skirt pushed up indecently high.

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