The city hospital looked clean and professional on the outside, but inside, two couples ruled its hallways like it was their personal playground.

Dr. Jeon Jungkook and Dr. Min Yoongi were the most sought-after doctors in the hospital—young, tall, handsome, rich, and brilliant in their fields. But what really made people stare wasn’t just them—it was their wives.

Mrs. Jeon Taehyung and Mrs. Min Jimin, both nurses, were the type of women who could stop time when they walked through the hospital doors. Fair skin glowing under the white lights, pillowy pink lips that seemed made for sin, curves so generous they barely fit into the slutty uniforms they insisted on wearing. Their skirts were shorter than regulations, their blouses tight enough to make their breasts spill, and even their nurse caps tilted suggestively.

Everyone knew—patients, staff, even visitors—that these women weren’t shy about flaunting themselves.

—

“Morning, Kookie,” Tae purred as she handed her husband his clipboard. But instead of being professional, she leaned forward so much her cleavage nearly smothered him. A couple of passing interns froze, their jaws dropping.

Jungkook smirked, one hand casually squeezing her ass in full view. “Mm, you’re distracting me again, baby.”

“And you love it,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear before she strutted off, hips swaying, catching every patient’s eyes in the ward.

Just across the hallway, Mimi was no different. She bent over a patient’s bed to adjust the blanket, but her blouse buttons were undone far too low, making the poor old man under the sheets blush crimson.

Yoongi watched from the doorway, smirking proudly. “Flirting with my patients again, Mimi?”

She glanced back at him with a wink. “What if I am, Yoonie? You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Not jealous,” he drawled, sliding his hands into his coat pockets. “Just waiting for my turn.”

—

During lunch in the staff lounge, the four sat together. Tae “accidentally” sat on Yoongi’s lap instead of the chair beside him, giggling as if it was a mistake.

“Oh—oops! Wrong doctor,” she teased, wiggling slightly.

Yoongi smirked, resting a hand on her thigh. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

Across the table, Mimi leaned into Jungkook, feeding him a piece of fruit from her lunchbox. “Say ahh, Kookie.”

Jungkook opened his mouth without hesitation, letting her slip the fruit in while Mimi’s lips brushed his cheek in the process.

Tae pretended to pout, but her eyes sparkled. “Mimi, that’s my husband you’re feeding.”

“And Yoongi’s lap you’re sitting on,” Mimi shot back.

The room filled with their laughter, but the sexual tension was unmistakable.

—

The rest of the day, they continued their game. Tae adjusted patients’ IVs while bending over unnecessarily, her skirt riding up high, revealing the lace tops of her stockings. Every male patient pretended to need her help twice.

Mimi “accidentally” dropped her pen under a bed and got down on all fours to pick it up, her skirt crawling up to her ass while the young man in the bed nearly forgot how to breathe.

The husbands noticed everything—and instead of stopping them, they encouraged it.

“Show them what a sexy nurse you are, baby,” Jungkook murmured when Tae came back to him, cheeks flushed from the attention she was getting.

Yoongi slid his arm around Mimi’s waist, whispering against her lips, “Keep teasing them. They’ll never get what’s mine.”

—

By the end of the day, everyone in the hospital—from patients to interns—knew the two couples were shameless, filthy, and untouchable. They owned the place with their beauty, lust, and unbreakable bond.

And this was only the beginning.