Seokjin wasn't poor. He hadn't grown up poor, either, his parents were actually fairly well off. But the wealth that seeped into every aspect of daily life at the mansion was like nothing he had ever experienced.
The butler that brought Seokjin his breakfast in the morning. The closet full of hand tailored suits in Seokjin's guest room, all made to Seokjin's exact measurements even though he had never told them to the criminal. The piece of monogrammed stationery embossed in gold leaf that was slipped under Seokjin's door to inform him where he would be expected and when. Seokjin found all of it slightly overwhelming, like he was in a caricature of a five-star hotel. Jungkook lived well, to say the least.
Jungkook had never come back to check on Seokjin yesterday, sending Jimin to eat dinner with him instead. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, Jimin was nice if a little prissy. He actually reminded Seokjin a lot of Jaehwan. But that kiss yesterday. That kiss was something. Something Seokjin had to make sure didn't happen again.
Seokjin had finished setting up his workroom and unpacking his suitcase last night, but he sorely missed the comfort of his phone. It was like he had lost a limb. He also missed Taehyung. Missed him terribly. Last night was the first time he had slept alone in over two years, and the bed was very cold without Taehyung beside him.
His first task this morning was to report to the medical ward, and then go directly to Jungkook's office afterwards to finally get all the details about his new job. So, Seokjin had finished breakfast and was now dressed in a grey sweater and black corduroys, paired with a nice, heavy coat he found in the closet. The mansion was freezing compared to his cozy penthouse, so the extra layer was an absolute necessity.
He wandered around the halls for a few minutes, until a guard took pity on him and escorted him to the medical ward. He knocked on the door and then entered, finding Namjoon washing his hands in a large industrial sink.
"Good morning, did you sleep ok?" the doctor asked, smiling sweetly at Seokjin and turning off the tap. "As well as could be expected in a house full of criminals. Do you want me to take my clothes off again?" Seokjin replied, as he started to remove his jacket. He had been deliberately trying to fluster the doctor, and he succeeded.
Namjoon shook his head very quickly, swallowing audibly and looking everywhere but at Seokjin. "No, no it's fine. Come and sit," he said, patting the examination table and opening a cream-colored notebook. Seokjin grinned, hopping up on the table and lying across it with an arm folded behind his head.
"You are really shy for a doctor, I didn't think anyone in the entire field possessed modesty," Seokjin said, poking Namjoon's cheek playfully as the doctor sat down on a rolling stool beside the table. "I don't care about seeing naked people, it just wasn't necessary," Namjoon replied, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his dignity and catching Seokjin's hand. He held the hacker's wrist with two fingers, taking his pulse as he flipped through the pages of his notebook.
"So, let's get right to the point. I'm sure you're aware by now that your particular illness lives in your heart, right? Like, that's where it originates, and then subsequently affects your blood as it circulates. That's why a transfusion wouldn't work, since your heart is the actual problem. And since your blood interacts with basically everything else, your body has been weakened to the point that a heart transplant would be unsuccessful. You would almost certainly die before it could be completed." Seokjin nodded. He had heard all of this a thousand times over, and this was the point where the conversation usually ended. Nobody could think of any solution other than a transplant.
"Well, I've been up pretty much all night analyzing the blood sample I took from you yesterday and noting its irregularities, and I would like to try something," Namjoon said, releasing Seokjin's wrist and jotting something down in his notebook.
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Fanfiction'As soon as he turned eighteen, Seokjin gave up on his useless doctors, moved out of his parents' house, and steadily began to burn through the contents of his enormous bank accounts. His days on this hell planet were already numbered and Seokjin di...
