SLEEPERS. | ✔️

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Hoseok stood there, hands running up and down the folds of his coat in an attempt to straighten it, though it had already been ironed to perfection. His ticks were working again, right eye twitching every two beats of his heart, left leg shaking, insuppressible.
He wasn't usually like this, he was always composed even when visiting Min Yoongi.

Knowing that he was making a big leap by going in alone, he'd tried preparing himself by standing in front of the bathroom mirror in a lame attempt at drafting his conversation. His faces had ranged from "I'm not panicking" to "Cool, charming doctor" and in between "anxiety-ridden person with qualifications and a degree".

He agreed with the last option and decided that smacking a smile on his face seemed like the most appropriate choice, though his jittery movements proved otherwise.

"I just need to go in, get this done, bring him back. That's simple. Simple as that. Easy. Nothing to it," Hoseok murmured to himself, still shaking outside the door. He wondered if the Guards could hear him from inside, or if anyone else was eavesdropping on his little panic attack.

God damn it, just go for it, Hoseok.

So he scanned his card on a euphoric whim and pushed the door open, letting the suited men scan him up and down, all while fixating his eyes on a head of black hair. He tapped his fingers together, diverting all his ticks to a simple rhythm of his fingers.

Yoongi seemed to have realised that he'd gone in, maybe even expected his arrival, and raised his head from a new book he was reading. Life Lessons.

Hoseok then realised that he had his circular, black-rimmed glasses perched upon his nose, and that made him feel some type of way- the fluttery kind.

No, no. Erase the emotions. Be serious. Professionalism.

He approached the table where Yoongi sat at, sticking a hand out awkwardly. On instinct, Yoongi extended his own hand curiously, thinking that he had to shake the outstretched hand. Instead, he was pulled up to his feet, much to his surprise.

"Nice to see you again too, Doctor Jung," he mocked as a greeting. They were unusually close in proximity now, Hoseok's hand getting clammy from being wound tightly around his patient's. He found that he'd lost all his composure and speech devices when he was all up in Yoongi's face.

"I-uh- Hoseok. Call me- um, that. Doctor seems a bit too...uh...formal."

Get yourself together, damn it.

"Shouldn't it be too formal? I mean, you're a doctor, I'm a serial killer, all that jazz." he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"I-no- I mean- if you want to, you can, but...free will?"

Hoseok could almost hear the guards behind him laughing at how much he was falling apart, though they weren't even moving, even though they probably couldn't hear him from the distance. He began to question if the framed degree hanging in his house was a direct translation of his people skills.
Okay, definitely not.

But those stupid, personally degrading eyes that kept their gaze with his own two eyeballs made him feel like the world dissipated around him, like he was the only one left on the entirety of the earth, standing in oblivion, caged like an animal with no way out and just waiting. Waiting for his death, or impending doom, or whatever would happen to him that was out of his own, meagre, helpless control.

He felt like a speck of dust in the vast universe, just floating. Light-headed and airy, floating. Maybe even happy in a twisted sense.

Hoseok blinked twice, much too aware that his hands had both gotten sweaty and that one of his said hands was still gripping Yoongi tightly.

"I...came here to...brief you about...the...plan. We need to...uh...go outside," he started to slur near the end, his free hand curling into itself, pressing his fingernails into his palm.

"Then what're we waiting for?" Yoongi retracted his hand, making sure he ran a thumb over Hoseok's knuckles while he did so, his hand falling limply to his side.

Hoseok turned away and started walking away briskly, shuddering a bit from the touch with his patient trailing behind him with a smirk on his face.

He had gone through the briefing contents with Namjoon and gotten it approved by him at the same time, so the guards were fully informed when they left the room, only one of them following the two out just for safety.

Not like Yoongi was any more hostile than a regular citizen in the morning.

Hoseok took note that it was probably his patient's first time outside since he'd been admitted, and tried to make sure that he wasn't too scared by the heavy guarding of the wing. He didn't have much to worry about- if his guts were the same as his character, Yoongi would be fine.

He felt a sting on his other hand and realised that his fingernails were still pressed into his palm, probably hard enough to draw blood. Hoseok unclenched his fist immediately, diverting his attention to Yoongi, who was standing beside him and had his head tilted to the side in an observatory stance.

"On that day itself," Hoseok cleared his throat, "you'll be let out of the room, and we'll try not to wake you up. It's simple, really. Just do what you usually do and by the end of it we'll see if you remember anything."

He reached for his card, scanning the sensor by the door at the end of the wards and letting the guard open it up, exposing them to the rest of the West Wing. Not many people were there, since the day was almost ending. Though, if anyone was there, the ambiance would be the same. Quiet. The doctor, his patient and the bulky guard walked down the hallway and turned once or twice, as Hoseok spoke.

"You'll be walking down this same path, but we'll try our best to make sure you don't bump into anything."

They stopped by the exit, near the entrance of the East Wing. Hoseok spotted Namjoon through the glass doors, standing by the counter with a pen in his hand. Taehyung hovered near him, waiting for whatever he was signing. The blonde caught Hoseok's eyes and waved.

Hoseok gave him a small smile.

"That's the east wing. Trust me, it's nicer there." he tucked his hands into his pockets, glancing at Yoongi.

He was frowning at something, eyes fixated on where Hoseok had been looking.

At Taehyung and Namjoon.

"I think I've seen him before."