mourir seul • nammin/minjoon •

• treize •

"Well then, the others are eating. Let's have a little talk."

Jimin still looked at the mesmerizing male in shock and fear, but his curiousity always found a way to shine through. Namjoon noticed that, since second one. "To say again...", he started, looking at Jimin with a soft, but not anywhere near warm expression, "I'm here to answer some questions." Jimin wondered how someone could look and sound so kind and so cold at the same time. He knew this guy was not exactly a good man. But why did he sit here? Why was he taking him and Jin to this 'Chan'-guy? He figured out already that probably was Chris, but still.

He nodded, slighty, hardly noticable. Well, at least someone's gonna do it. "As you might have noticed, you're not exactly in a real hospital.", the brunette man looked at him, spinning the bitten apple in his hand,  "That, in fact, doesn't change the fact that you're being treated by a real doctor. So please, keep that in mind before you talk."

"Then.. where am I?", Jimin started with a confident tone. But one look into those eyes and his voice was nothing more than a whisper. He fiddled with his hands as the other andwered. "You're in Christopher's clinic. You're not in a different city, don't worry." Jimin sighed and felt a weird kind of relief. At least he's not in a differenct city, yes.

"You're a good mentor, Joon, but I'm glad that Dad was mine, not you."

"Why is everybody so mean to me today?"

"It's because we love you, oh sweet brother of mine."

"Yeah, Tae, I get it, I love y'all as much as you love kicking my ass, but now let's get to work."

"Aye, Sir, let's get these half-dead men away from here."

Sudden pieces of mumbled conversation were shot into Jimin's mind. He has heard one of the voices before, the owner of that one was sitting right before him. The other one was totally unknown. The other voice has been deep, calm and a bit playful, like the one of the brown-haired man. But what they were talking about? It didn't sound like something a bad guy would say. They were cheery, filled with pretentious humor and admiration. Jimin wondered if that was actual humor and admiration. No, that can't be. His head must have taken damage by the accident.

"And who are you?", it slipped out of his mouth. The question he wanted to ask, but didn't dare to. Now that he was lost in thoughts, even though just for a few seconds, he lost control over his tongue, the words he wanted to say but also didn't. Jimin then realized he asked straight forward. Oh no. He expected the tall man with the apple to smirk, or to get irritated and threaten him like he did to Jin. Jimin pressed his teeth together, waiting for the man to get furious.

"I'm Namjoon."

What?

"My name is Kim Namjoon, but call me Namjoon."

Jimin looked up in suprise. He did just.. introduce himself, without irritation. And then he smiled. The intimidating, huge and angry man smiled like the most golden honey. He has dimples, Jimin noticed. He couldn't quite understand. Why did he smile? Why the fuck did he smile? He looked at Chris. Chris was looking at this Namjoon-guy, probably asking himself the same questions. "You're not-?", he hissed, stunned by this action, getting interrupted by the other. "No, I'm not."

Namjoon slowly turned his head towards Chris. A light smile. Jimin knew that that smile - not like the one before - was not real. "Christopher..," Namjoon started, looking at the apple im his hand, "Mr. Kim woke up just now, you should check on him."

"But-"

"You should go."

Chris sighed and stood up. "That's probably a good idea, since he woke up.. you'll take care of him if he needs something, yes?", he asked, more insistent, lifting his chin into Jimin's direction.

No.

"Yes, I'll do it."

Don't leave me.

"Great, all the important stuff is done, so just let me know if it's really needed."

Not with him.

"Aye aye."

Please.

"I'll see you later, Mr. Park."

The door closed. Chris was outside. Jimin looked at Namjoon, scared of what could follow. Namjoon glanced at the door, seemingly pleased that Chris was now gone. Jimin didn't like that face he made at all. Namjoon searched for something in his pocket. Jimin pressed himself against the rest of the bed, away from Namjoon. Namjoon looked at him, pulling out a small box. "Now that he is gone...", he said, implying a dark tone of voice, Jimin almost shaking again, as he opened the small, compact box,...

"Chocolate chip?"