SLEEPERS. | ✔️

1-14

Hoseok's mind was right-one of them slipped up.

He'd planned to get to work earlier the next day in hopes of snooping around the hospital, mainly the East Wing, in an attempt to gather information. It wasn't the most civil thing to do, but all was in the name of medical research.

Hoseok had taken the earlier bus, making him already twenty minutes too early for work. His brown trench coat was draped over his shoulders, shielding him from the autumn leaves falling from the strong winds of September.

He didn't bump into Taehyung on the bus.

Too early, he told himself. Too early for Taehyung to be out buying his coffee.

Too early for him to be standing in the center of the East Wing.

It was considerably quieter when he reached the hospital, and maybe he was even the first to arrive. He always saw the East Wing in its bustling, robust glory, doctors running around with charts and dressed in scrubs under their hastily thrown on coats. It was different now, a change in atmosphere because of the lack of patients.

Hoseok took a minute to scan his surroundings, trying to make sense of what his head was making him do when he started treading in the direction of a hallway leading to more rooms. The radiology department was somewhere down that hallway, and so was his staff office. His first move, he decided, was to debunk his thoughts that Taehyung was somehow involved in Yoongi's case. That would make things much easier.

Unfortunately for Jung Hoseok, whatever god controlling his life decided that things were better harder.

Hoseok had been walking down the hall, on the way to the office, where he assumed Taehyung would be hanging around. He wasn't supposed to hear anything, so he didn't expect the sudden voices coming from inside the radiology room.

He'd thought that it was just Taehyung and Jungkook chatting or something, since Jungkook worked in Radiology, and they were close, but the voices weren't very familiar to him.

Sure, it was bad to barge into someone's private conversation, but Hoseok could've sworn that he heard the pitch of Taehyung's voice in the midst of the conversation.

He pressed himself up against the slightly ajar Radiology door, making sure he wasn't making any noise and that an eye was positioned by the gap. He could make out the vague shapes of a board with X-Rays hung up on it.

He was right. Taehyung was in there- Hoseok recognised the spot of blonde hair bobbing as he spoke.

"I...uh...I think he found out," was the first thing he heard. The voice was his colleague's, though he wasn't well aware of the context. It seemed like a grave matter, though. All the more why he shouldn't have been eavesdropping, but he kept his ear glued to the door.

"Who found out? The patient or the new guy? Did Yoongi remember?" the deeper voice said, inquiry in his firm tone.

Hoseok pressed himself further into the door, hoping that whatever he heard wasn't the conversation between Taehyung and whoever else was inside there. Perhaps he was just mistaking the voice for Taehyung's. What did Yoongi have to do with what they were talking about? Why were they even talking about him-

"I think Yoongi remembers me- he must've been able to, like, I don't know, get his memory back gradually after sleepwalking for so long," Taehyung-or whoever Hoseok assumed was Taehyung- said, thoughtful.

"That's not even possible...right? I mean, he hasn't remembered in so long-he can't just see you and suddenly remember."

"I saw the look on his face when he saw me. He remembers. Let's just hope that the doctor doesn't manage to coax more out of him; he seems pretty involved in this case. If he finds out about us then we're both screwed." Taehyung's blonde head moved closer to the door, making Hoseok back away in caution.

"It's just you. You didn't have to kill them," the deeper voice said again, tone more accusing.

"I did it for the family," he heard him say in a quieter tone.

"No, you didn't, Taehyung. You did it for yourself. We would've been perfectly fine even if you didn't do it. You've screwed all this up."

"Suit yourself, Dad. You'll see that this was all worth it. I'll make sure nothing happens."

He seemed to be moving even closer to the door, and Hoseok took it as his cue to leave, darting down the hallway and charging into the West Wing with a scan of his card. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the emptiness of the wing. Too early.

Hoseok panted, leaning against the double white doors as they locked behind him, sliding down slowly into a curled up ball on the floor.