«Dr. Kim, Don't Fear Me» [K.n.j & K.s.j]

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The doctor was dumbfounded.

"How did you know my name?" Seokjin stared at the man.

"Because no one ever stops mentioning that name of yours, "Dr. Kim Namjoon" here, "Dr. Kim Namjoon" there. I'm impressed. You've made a great impact on everyone in this building, especially me since I feel less alone in here." Namjoon felt blood rush through his head.

"Oh, is that so? I had no idea. That's impressive and I'm honored to be known by a few people around here, even if I don't actually trust half of them. But in reality, it's patients like you who made the difference in my life. Curing people and seeing a change in their life is my passion. It's practically what I live for and what I live off as well." He laughed, quietly.

Seokjin just agreed.

He kept checking him.

His temperature was normal, his reflexes were good and he seemed pretty healthy. All of these signs were good in any patient. Although his blood pressure was a little lower than a regular man his age, and his circulation seemed odd. Maybe his hemoglobin was low.

"Lastly, I need to check your tongue and the inside of your mouth. Can you remove this-"

"No. I cannot. This is a muzzle that I must wear." Namjoon was taken back by the man's reaction.

The doctor didn't want to sound rude and invasive, so he didn't ask any further questions and proceeded to pack everything up again.

He noticed how alert and frightened the patient seemed. Maybe he shouldn't have told him anything about his mouth, he's probably insecure about his appearance: It's very
common in most adults to be insecure about their mouth, nose, or facial features in general.

"It's okay, I could skip the last step if you don't feel comfortable with it." He gave Seokjin a pat on his shoulder like he usually does to any patient after a successful check up or appointment.

Seokjin instinctively grabbed his arm and pulled him towards his body.

"Mr. Kim, what are you doing to me?" Namjoon asked, frightened.

The strange man's breathing slowed down.

Namjoon didn't move his arm back, he wanted to test the man and see who and what he really is.

"I'm sorry. You should go." Seokjin let go of his hand to lock himself inside of a metal cage, which was supposed to be his bed.

"Don't go. Why did you do that?" He opened the cage and let the man out.

His pupils were dilated, it gave Namjoon goosebumps.

"You don't belong here. You made a mistake in visiting a phenomenon like myself. Leave, leave now." But the stubborn doctor refused to go.

Something kept telling him to stay.

"I may not know you, but now that I'm starting to figure you out, I don't think I can give you the honor of leaving this place." He stated.

Seokjin sighed, resting his head on the metal bars of his cage.

After a moment of brief silence, his voice echoed throughout the place.

"I'm a monster, that's why I grabbed your arm. Look at me-" He paused to breathe. A gas mask he had on prevented him from speaking properly.

It looked more like a muzzle more than an oxygen mask to Namjoon.

"If you value your life, then I suggest you leave this room and quit your job. Your life is at risk in this supposed hospital."

Supposed? What did the man mean by that.