Fear, Sugar, Lust.
Namgyu nodded, leaning forward and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, staring at Jun from above his glasses.
"I know you're innocent, doctor." the older said casually and his voice was deep and raspy. Quite soothing in fact.
Jun felt relief wash over him.
"Really?? Can I leave?? Please, I need to!" Jun begged.
"I'm sorry. That will not happen, doctor Kim." Namgyu said casually, fixing his glasses again.
"Why?" Jun asked in a low, shaky voice, a lump in his throat.
"Because you might tell what happened to you here, to others. And that'll be bad for business, sweetheart."