violent delights, bangtan

10. prescription(2)

You unconsciously let out a sigh of relief after leaving Hoseok's room. With your tray in hand, you swiftly make your way to the next room. Kim Namjoon is next on your list. Your eyes scan the door numbers until you finally stand in front of his door, which is somewhat further away from Hoseok's. Raising your balled fist, you knock once and enter his room.

It's exactly as you left it yesterday after cleaning, except this time the bed is occupied by Namjoon, who is seated at the edge with a book in his hand.

"Oh, Y/N. Hey," he speaks nonchalantly. You quickly utter a greeting with a smile, placing your tray on the desk once again and handing him his prescription with some water. You want to get in and get out as fast as you can.

As he downs the pill with the water, you stupidly ask him a question. "Do you read?"

"Yeah, sometimes," he starts, handing the cup back to you. "There's not really much to do here."

You feel a wave of sympathy hit you. It must get boring and lonely being stuck in the same room every second of every day.

"Do they let you out of here at all?"

"Once, at lunch. Maybe twice if you're well-behaved." He shrugs, sitting back up straight and stretching his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," you say sincerely, your voice filled with genuine warmth and honesty. You carefully place the remaining items back onto the tray, arranging them with a sense of purpose. As you reach for the tray, your fingers delicately wrap around the edges, ensuring a secure hold before uttering: "Uhh—I'll see you later, I guess."

The atmosphere suddenly turns awkward. You're never good at saying goodbyes and sometimes even greetings; you just need to get out quickly. Namjoon looks up at you with his brows slightly raised, confusion set in his features which causes you to become confused too. Why is he looking at you like that? Had you offended him in some way? Your questions remain unanswered, and you can accept that.

You pivot on your heels, ready to depart, not pausing for a reply. However, as fate would have it, he can't resist rising from his seat, his voice echoing through the air. "Wait, you're going already?" There's a hint of surprise in his tone, a touch of longing, as if he yearns for more time in your presence. His words linger, capturing your attention and causing you to reconsider your hasty exit.

"I'm kind of busy, Namjoon," you say, turning your head and meeting his eyes.

"Oh. I was hoping we could talk."

"Maybe next time? I'll be here later today. Don't worry." You send him an awkward smile, once again not waiting for a response and quickly exiting the room.

The rest of the patients don't stop to make small talk like Namjoon did. Instead, you manage to finish the rest of the job in less than ten minutes. For some reason, time manages to fly by as you deal with them, exhaustion lacing every fibre of your body, and you can't understand why. You're not one to get tired or burnt out easily, especially not for a simple task like this. But, thankfully, it's time for your lunch break, and instead of going outside to eat, you decide to stay inside, in the break room.

Similarly, the boys also have their lunches and are escorted out to the canteen followed by many other patients too. They all make their way over to their regular table, taking their regular seats. Jungkook and Jimin are held back and would be late as usual. It has been like this ever since they idiotically tried to escape.

"So... did she come to see you guys too?" Hoseok asks, starting the conversation.

"Yup. She seemed different, though. Less friendly and energetic," Namjoon replies. There's a noticeable change in your demeanor that doesn't go unnoticed by the boys.

"She was good with me," Taehyung speaks.

"Nobody cares, Taehyung," Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing onto his utensil and taking a spoonful of his unappetizing meal.

At that, Jungkook begins making his way over to the table, maneuvering himself around the other tables littered across the canteen before he finds his way and takes his seat. Jimin is nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" Yoongi asks, curious about where his cousin is.

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, placing his tray of food next to Taehyung's. "I haven't seen him at all since yesterday."

"Oh my god," Yoongi groans, frustration evident in his voice as he throws his head back. "He probably did something stupid again." The exasperation in his tone conveys a sense of familiarity, as if this isn't the first time such antics have occurred. It seems that Yoongi has grown accustomed to expecting the unexpected from Jimin.

"I doubt it," Jungkook chimes in, his words carrying a hint of reassurance. "He wouldn't do something stupid alone." It seems that Jungkook has faith in his friend's judgment, even in potentially risky situations.

"Well, what do you think happened?" Taehyung asks nobody in particular.

"I'm not sure. But it'd be easy to find out," Yoongi replies. He's right; it would be easy considering the fact that his dad is the owner of this institution.

You manage to locate the break room by yourself. Triumphantly, you enter, eagerly grab something to eat, and take a seat. Other workers and a few volunteers enter along with you and do the same thing you do. You're sitting alone, scrolling on your phone when an unfamiliar face comes and sits with you at your table.

Looking up from your device, a friendly smile is sent your way as the stranger takes a seat in front of you. "Hi! Are you a new volunteer?"

You sit up straight, intending to make a good impression on this person. "Yeah, I just started yesterday. What about you?"

"Oh, I've been working here for a couple years now," the girl speaks, placing her cup of tea onto the table after taking a sip. "I'm Isra and you're..." Isra adds, squinting to take a look at your lanyard. "Y/N?"

"Yup," you chuckle, playing with the plastic of your lanyard. "What do you work as?"

"A doctor." She nods, taking another sip of her tea.

"Ohh, like Dr. Han."

Isra nods once more, "Who are you volunteering for?"

With the sheet of paper still in hand, you eagerly show it to Isra. Isra quickly takes it, and her eyes scan the words written on it. She can't help but gasp slightly, her surprise evident on her features. The look of shock doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Oh." is all Isra says. She suddenly drops eye contact, looking away from you and desperately trying to find something else to focus on. "Do you like it here?" she says, attempting to change the topic.

"What was that?" you question, ready to get answers.

"What was what?"

"That look when you saw the names."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Isra tries to lie, failing miserably. She is once again struggling to maintain eye contact and can't look at one thing for even a few seconds, her eyes flailing across everything in the room.

"Isra. I know you're lying."

With both hands holding onto her cup, she takes a sip before sighing. "I really shouldn't be talking about this."

"It's too late now, you have to tell me," you say excitedly, ready to uncover the truth. The air is charged with curiosity as you keenly await the revelation.

"There's something you don't know about those boys, and once you find out, I doubt you'd want to stay here after."

authors note, chapter 10

im finally done editing all the chaptersss