BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Jimin: 11 May Year 22

The Topmost Floor in the City
Part 5

I found out this morning that that patient was Hoseok. I drew the curtains after the nurses brought breakfast. Hoseok was still in the bed next to mine. He seemed glad to see me again. Was I glad, too? Probably, if I tried hard enough. He'd hung out with me and taken care of me when I was a transfer student in his school. He always took the long way home with me after school. I still recalled the days when we used to walk home with popsicles in our hands.

But he was also the one who saw my seizure at the bus stop before I landed up here in this hospital. He was the one who brought me to this hospital after it all happened. He must've ran into mom. I didn't feel like explaining my situation to him now after such a long time.

I left the room without touching my breakfast at all that morning. Hoseok was following me, but I knew this hospital like the back of my hand. He couldn't catch up to me. I roamed around the hospital all day long. From the stairs, I saw the others, even Jungkook, when they came to visit Hoseok. They hadn't changed much...

All afternoon, I went up and down the stairs and hung around on the other floors. I leaned against the window at the end of the hallway and counted the cars going past. I'd skipped all my meals, and there wasn't anywhere else I could go to relax besides my room, which was currently occupied.

It was annoying to hear the peals of laughter coming from my room. I only grew angrier when I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why I was so angry in the first place. I went back into my room late that night.

"Where've you been?" he asked me casually. He handed me a piece of bread.

Maybe it was because I was starving, but the bread was delicious. I couldn't help but tell him what had happened to me after that day he saved me at the bus stop and took me to the hospital.

I told him that I'd long been confined in the psychiatric ward. That I was briefly transferred to the surgery ward and would be sent back soon. That I wouldn't be discharged in the near future. That, as he witnessed, I was a person who had seizures as a part of his daily life. That I was a somewhat dangerous patient.

I didn't want to warn him that I could be dangerous, but I thought it'd stop him from criticizing me.

Hoseok hesitated for a second. Then, he took away my bread.

"Jimin, don't exaggerate. Don't you know that I have narcolepsy? I can black out anytime and anywhere. Am I dangerous too?" He took a bite out of my bread. I just froze, speechless.
"What? You want this back?"
he bit into the bread again before handing it to me.

I took it back right away.

"Are seizures infectious? Narcolepsy isn't. Don't worry."

Hoseok hadn't changed a bit.

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