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여덟 eight: fight

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여덟
eight: fight

jisoo and chaeyoung both entered the hospital at the same time and signed up at the reception desk together. once signing off their name, they went different ways into their specialist ward. jisoo has an appointment with an ocd patient in less than 15 minutes so she headed straight to her office to reboot her computer because that takes a while. she reloaded his page and read through the summary once more to jog her memory.

yoo sungmin has been diagnosed with ocd ever since he was a teenager — he's now in his late thirties.

jisoo began the session as she picked up her trash bin from the side and dumped it on the table in front of him. sungmin squealed, leaning back on his chair as he slid away.

"sungmin, it's okay." she placed a dirty wet wipe in front of him, watching him as he stared at the wipe in disgust.

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the time finally reached 6:30, now she's off duty. her work for the day was done and she couldn't feel anymore tired, if that's even the word. she took off her white coat to reveal a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse with high heels. it took some time but after having a conversation with minjun she realised that she needed to be more appropriate with her attire. she borrowed most clothes from chaeyoung though.

"hey, jisoo." minjun entered her office, calling her name.

"what?"

"there's a meeting with mr kim taehyung in the conference room now. we need to go." he said.

"ugh, do we really?" she sighed in defeat.

minjun grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the conference room where all the top doctors were seated. minjun and jisoo managed to find a seat at the back without interrupting the meeting that they were late to.

"..we need volunteers who are willing to work at our new hospital until we find suitable doctors to conduct surgeries on those patients who are in desperate need. as most of you know, we opened up a smaller hospital on the outskirts of this country where there are little to no hospitals or medical care available. we took this as an opportunity to widen our hearts to those in need. please come see me or my secretary if you want to volunteer."

he ended his speech with an illegal smile, so bright it could literally blind you. the female doctors began to squeal, not even subtlety, they were so loud and bait.

"chaeyoung." jisoo walked over to her friend. "if we go, there's no one to look after jimin."

"that's true." chaeyoung nodded.

"do you know who's going or anyone who's thinking of going?" jisoo asked.

"yeah, jeongsu's going." chaeyoung responded with a sad smile.

"do you want to go too?"

chaeyoung's head jerked up. "no." she violently shook her head, her hair flying everywhere.

"i can take care of jimin, it's okay." jisoo patted chaeyoung on her shoulder.

"no. i can't leave you with him alone. i'm the responsible one you know."

jisoo laughed. "i'm not that childish."

"pfttt, you can say that again." chaeyoung walked away.

just then, taehyung and minjun approached jisoo.

"are you thinking of going?" minjun asked.

"uh.." she glanced over at taehyung to see him staring at her with no expression whatsoever. "chaeyoung is."

"you're not?" taehyung blinked with his large eyes.

"um, i can't. i have to take care of someone so chaeyoung's going instead. i would totally go if i could though." she replied.

"ah, i see." taehyung nodded. "i'm guessing you're done for today. you can go now." taehyung dismissed her.

"yes, thank you. see you tomorrow." she bowed and left the room.

chaeyoung had a longer shift since she started later so jisoo drove home alone. jimin was probably still on his date with taehee so she'd be home alone. she passed by the supermarket to get some groceries since they were currently running out. she had to make breakfast tomorrow and every other meal but she can't do that without ingredients. she bought a bunch of things and loaded them in the trunk of her car.

jisoo was stronger than the average women so it wasn't as hard as she thought it would be, transferring the bags from her car to inside. after a few rounds, she finally packed all the things away. at the bottom of her feet lay a poster. it was small in size but the content was fairly good. it was a poster for a nearby taekwondo institute. it would run everyday after school from 5pm-7pm.

this seemed like the perfect opportunity for jimin. jisoo wasn't stupid. most days, jimin would come home from school with bruises and grazes. it wasn't a beautiful sight to see especially on a beautiful boy. every time jisoo or chaeyoung would ask what happened, he'd come up with the same excuse. "i fell." but as previously stated, jisoo wasn't stupid. jimin has the personality of an angel. he is innocent, too pure for this world. he would always put other people's needs in front of his. jimin would even sacrifice himself for a total stranger.

this world doesn't deserve someone like him. the people that go school with jimin continuously choose to do horrible things to him. they beat him up in the hallways and humiliate him in front of the others. jimin needs these classes in order to toughen up. he needs to learn to not take shit from anyone and stand up for himself and maybe in the future for somebody else. it's not that he's not strong, it's just a mental problem. if jimin thinks that he can't do something, his mind forces him to not do it and therefore he physically cannot do it.

he lacks confidence. and hopefully these taekwondo classes would really help him. she read the poster in further detail, the benefits just persuading her to sign him up. she got out her phone and called the number that was written at the bottom of sheet.

"hello? is this 'jeon's classes'?" she read the name of the institute off the sheet.

"yes, my name is jeon jungkook. would you like to sign up?"

a/n: sorry for the delayed
chapter. thank you so
much for 400 reads

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