Lost and Found (Jirose)

Check-up

"...well, that concludes our check-up for today Jimin-ssi," beamed the doctor, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose.

Jimin noted he seemed to change pairs quite frequently. 

By that he meant that every time he walked into Taehyung-nim's neat clinic room, he was always met with a different pair of glasses coupled with the doctor's trademark wide grin.

Last time it was a pair of red spectacles. The ones before that were round and thick, like goggles. Another time he even wore Gucci specs( 'the real thing' as the man himself explained proudly.)

Jimin sat up on the examination table to dress while Taehyung settled at his desk to type in the usual report. Jimin had been doing mandatory checkups every three months or so with the doctor who had been assigned to his case.

He was also still in contact with the police, in case some obscure relative ever bothered to turn up.

But whenever, on a whim, he'd decide to call and check, he always hung up feeling more discouraged than before, his brief spark of hope spent.

However, he was thankful, so grateful in fact, for the angel by the name of Park Chaeyoung. Although he knew she might not entirely approve of his attempts to recover the past, she didn't stop him.  

On such despondent days when he felt hopeless, she would sit close and simply embrace him, soft and silent. The gentle warmth radiating from her body was enough to ward off his dark moods and envelope him in bliss. 

Her presence was an important reminder of what he stood to lose: what he had now was more precious than chasing after ghosts.

He mustn't ever lose sight of that fact.

Her head resting on his shoulder was a welcome weight that he missed immediately when she left his side. 

Oftentimes, he wished they were two statues, frozen in that position forevermore, immortalised in stone. They would eventually crumble, but they would be together till the end.

"Jimin? Is something wrong?"

Jimin blinked then shook his head slowly.

They had dropped the honorifics a few days after he had woken up in hospital but during the medical check ups, Taehyung wished to keep their interactions professional. However after finishing, he soon lapsed into familiarity.

"Ne, Tae...I wanted to ask you something...."

Taehyung stood up so violently his chair fell back with a crash and several sheets of paper went flying. 

Jimin stared.

"I've been waiting for this," Taehyung said feverishly, blinking rapidly as he ran frantic hands through his ashy blond mop.

He walked around the table and hoisted himself on it, leaning forward on his knees as he clasped his hands.

"You have my UNDIVIDED attention, Chim."

Jimin scratched his neck in bemusement. "Uhm..I don't know how to..."

"Don't know how to say it? Maybe I can help!" Taehyung said eagerly.

The doctor's face softened when he kindly said: "Maybe you want to talk about you and your girlfriend?"

"Uh, not exactly--"

"Ah," Taehyung nodded vigorously," no need to say more: your sex life is not living up to your fantasies is it?"

Jimin spluttered. "No! I--"

"Or you're into BDSM but she's not very fond of the daddy kink?"

"Taehyung-ah, I never--"

"Oh, your girlfriend is not satisfying you enough, is that it?" Taehyung clicked his teeth in sympathy, "yikes, that must suck man."