"Life is about give and take; you know this better than anyone; the deal is clear, either you take an in, or war it shall be.
"It's indeed give and take, so why do I feel like the only one who gives without receiving anything in return?"
"Because th...
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Quick was the drive. The trees followed suit. Everything was fast after the long moment it took you to escape Namjoon's mind games. And when you made it, you just couldn't find the brakes to stop.
You ran, pace quick and tedious as you followed the waiter, who you were now sure was anything but a waiter. The path was long and crowded, making you wonder what was so interesting for all these people to gather around. The demure was absent as you forgot the little etiquette you had learned from your mother and fluttered the hem of your dress around, exposing your legs and showing so much skin that it seemed vulgar. Your heels clattered so violently on the sidewalk that you would have frightened people and awakened sleeping children if the moonlight sonata had not muffled the screeching sound.
"You're a snake," your voice reached Namjoon's ears, even though he didn't return your gaze. He stood near the entrance, a few tables from the door. His gaze was fixed on the podium, though it was empty and dimly lit. Reminiscing, evasive. You didn't give him the grace of your gaze either, eyes fixed toward the entrance where you last saw the waiter. "The fact that you change skins every time it suits you reminds me how toxic you are."
Namjoon found it hard to swallow, though he didn't let his discomfort show. His jaw tightened, but the slight smile on his lips betrayed a different expression. "If I were you, I'd watch my steps. One wrong move, and your ankle would be broken, my dear friend." He offered.
Far had the waiter come, almost becoming invisible as he got lost in the crowd. You stood behind the golden fountain, the sound of seeping water mocking the stressful instance. You caught your breaths, or so you liked to believe, and clutched your hands on your knees for dear life, and in time you straightened your figure, a black sedan pulled up in front of you, the passenger window rolled down to reveal the identity of the driver. "Get in, doctor. We've lost so much time."
Fast was the drive, but, oh lord, so very slow. The stillness of the night was unsettling, made you feel inexorable, a prisoner of fate. There was nothing greater than the love of humanity and the sense of aid; after all, you were a doctor who saved unknown souls under the pledge of honor and humanity, to let the man who had lent you his name sigh his last breaths without offering a hand was something you couldn't bring yourself to do, no matter how loathful he was.
Yes, he involved you in some shit you could well do without; yes, he was the new addition for whom you never prayed heaven; yet he was a person who needed your help. A help you felt obligated to provide, an indebted kind of feeling. After all, Taehyung's condition seemed to be crafted by the hands of the friend you loved so much and trusted blindly.
It was only a hunch; nothing was confirmed yet, but you could swear you saw victory in Namjoon's eyes. It didn't take rocket science or a mature knowledge of algebra to figure out that Namjoon was involved in the outcome of the situation you found yourself in, just as he was the reason you became part of this network in the first place but up to which depth, it was still a mystery.
