Pretty Pretty Boyfriend [DISCONTINUED]

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The woman stayed silent before handing Jimin a piece of paper along with some money.

"[What's this for?]" He felt the paper in his hands briefly before unfolding it.

The woman smiled softly, "[Please go.]" the gentleness in her voice was quite soothing, but also a little alarming due to that fact that she didn't seem like the type of woman to do so.

Jimin didn't think anything of it as he slid out of the car and sighed when he saw the woman immediately go into reverse and drive away.

He smoothed out the paper on his leg briefly as he walked along to the hospital.

He walked inside, and the sounds of machines beeping along with people emptying their stomachs rung in his ears. He visibly shuddered and skimmed the words on the page.

He licked his lips and walked up to a worker. However, she didn't bat an eye at the younger, hence, why he went along on his journey to find the room on the paper.

When he made his way towards his destination, he couldn't help but feel stares boring into his skull. He shook off the thought and continued on.

Finally, there was the room.

He hesitated before knocking on the door, his knuckles brushing passed while turning into a yellowish shade for a brief moment before he pulled back and folded his arms behind his back.

His left arm held his right wrist as he licked his lips, after a while he noticed no one was going to open the door, and he thought it'd be best if he were to turn around and find himself a bus so he could head back home.

But he didn't.

The door was something blocking him. It was blocking him from something tempting him to come forward. He didn't even know who'd be there, but he was so goddamn curious.

"Curiosity killed the cat," his legs stepped back as if he was about to walk away, "But I guess I'm willing to die." His small hand gripped against the door handle as he twisted it ever so softly. "That, and I'm not a cat."

He stepped into the room, there was a window, of course, but the blinds were closed, causing the sun's illuminating rays to be blocked.

There was a person on the bed, Jimin cleared his throat, and the frail human on the bed whipped their head to turn to inspect the unexpected visitor.

It then dawned upon Jimin that he didn't know who's room he was in. It could've been someone mentally insane and he wouldn't of known, especially with the lack of light.

But that old woman wouldn't send him to someone like that, right?

"Who're you?" The stranger asked with a hoarse voice.

Jimin paused before kicking the floor with the tips of his shoes, "I-I was sent here? By a woman."

It was only the silhouette of the human that Jimin could see. Despite that, it seemed so similar. The body frame was petite and thin, which made him assume it was most likely a female.

But if it was a female, why was her voice so low?

"Who sent you here?" The faceless female asked as her arms crossed and her fingers started to twiddle against one another.

Jimin leaned against the white walls, the room reeked of antibacterial solutions and such. The room was eerily quiet for the time being up until Jimin spoke up again, he wasn't even in a trance, if he was being honest. He just wanted to avoid the question.

"I don't know her name," Jimin answered honestly, it was one of his strong points. "She just, handed me a letter with this room number."

The female nodded slowly. She turned her head which caused Jimin to see that she had fairly short hair. Scratch that, it was too short for a girl. Not that it was wrong, just not entirely common.

"So you came here, not caring how I'd feel?" She asked as she licked her lips; though Jimin couldn't see, "You just decided that 'Oh! I'm going to be really selfish and put my needs first and see where this place leads!'"

"That wasn't my intention," Jimin walked away from the wall and took only two steps forward to the stranger. "I just—Do you want a description of her appearance?"

The latter shrugged, "Go ahead. Though I can't guarantee that I can decipher who it is." She answered calmly as she rested back onto the bed.

"She has long silver hair," Jimin pointed out and paused as he tried to read their expression, but due to the darkness swallowing them both, he couldn't see.

"She has really pale skin," his fingers grazed against his own flesh, "And she only speaks English."

It was the last description he gave that earned him a reaction: a gasp.

"Actually, I do know someone like that." The girl answered. But now, her voice was clearing up, but, it still didn't seem all too feminine to Jimin; it didn't mean that women had to have high voices, it just didn't suit her all too well.

Jimin exhaled, "Really? That's good." He chuckled lightly, "I actually met her recently, after I got in a fight with Jungkook."

The latter tensed, "Jeon Jungkook?" The voice asked softly. Jimin nodded which caused the stranger to throw her legs over the bed and limp their way to the exit.

"Wh-Where are you going?" Jimin asked as he turned to the female.

The female sighed, "It's not your business," she answered with sass, "But if you really do wanna know, I'm not going anywhere."

Jimin didn't know what that meant. He just watched the girl slowly near her way to the door.

As soon as the door was only a few inches away she stopped. She turned around and was now facing the wall.

She lifted a pale arm and flicked the light switch on. The lightbulb gave off a treacherous light as Jimin's pupils shrunk.

Slowly, after both her and Jimin have grown accustomed to the light, she smiled.

"Ah, I knew it. Jimin."

Jimin rose his eyebrows, "Yoongi?"