Without Regrets | PJM ✓

26 | TWENTY-SIX

Jimin was still seated on the wooden bench he sat on earlier. Considering that he's free from any schedules for surgeries for that day, he decided to take some fresh air as he was always spending his time in the enormous hospital building. In addition, Taehyung also voluntereed to take care of his patients for him. His reason to do that was the most obvious and the straight forward one to him; he wanted Jimin to rest fully without stressing out his mind as his surgery is only a few days away.

"Ah, so it is you, Jimin-ah," A man's deep voice said, cutting Jimin off his thoughts. It was Namjoon, Jimin's friend. He was a part of the neurosurgeons' team, so it was kind of rare for Jimin nor Taehyung to see him around. And plus, their departments are not on the mutual floor in the building, Namjoon's was two floors below Jimin's.

"What about me?" Jimin responded back, scooting in his seat to give the other man a space to sit. He eyed Namjoon taking his seat next to to him with his brows slightly furrowed. He was confused, as to why Namjoon approached him like that.

"I hope you won't be offended because of this Jimin-ah," He began and sighed, rubbing his forehead and pushing his hairs back.

Jimin's brows met again at his statement. Curiousity is obvious on his emotion. Namjoon pressed his lips into a thin line and let out a short hum before he talked. "I bumped into a visitor while i was about to walk out here earlier. Then she told me that there was a male patient who suddenly talked to himself. She assumed that you're a patient that escaped from their ward and pointed at your direction. I thought you're really a patient, because you know, you can't recognise someone just by looking them from afar," he resumed, lengthy enough for Jimin to understand.

"Me?" Jimin pointed into his own chest. "A crazy patient who escaped from their ward?" He asked, puffing his cheeks and pursing his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter.

Namjoon nodded. At that, Jimin bursted into a laughter and stopped when he felt the other's eyes staring at him.

"Sorry,"

"How are you not feeling offended when you're called a patient? A crazy one to be exact," Namjoon tilted his head to the side, confusion is clearly written all over his perfect facial feature. "But, to think about that again, how can she assume that you're patient? All the patients here wear hospital clothes, not the casual one like yours."

"Why would i?" Jimin mused. "I am going to be a patient soon anyway," He trailed off and received another confused look from the silver haired man.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, nothing, it's just a joke,"

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"Oi, Chimin,"

Jimin pivoted his heels upon his familiar nickname being called. As he do so, the figure of his bestfriend filled his visions, making him letting out a sigh filled with annoyance when he saw his mischievious grin. "Have i not told you to stop calling me Chimin? My name is Jimin, Park Jimin, for goddamn's sake!"

His grumpy reaction earned a small yet teasing laughter erupted from Taehyung's mouth. The volume is low, but managed to make Jimin's blood boil in his body.

"Okay, i'm sorry," Apologized Taehyung when a death stare is visible from the shorter.

"You better be," Jimin half threatened, same emotion as earlier plastered on his face.

"But doesn't mean that i'll stop calling you that,"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sorry this chapter is not good as what you expected. I lost all my motivations to write due to some personal reasons. But, i hope i'll be okay soon. Though i know it wouldn't be easy for me to handle all of this. :'(