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kim seokjin was bored.
it wasn't like he had nothing to do, per se- he had to look after his younger brother taehyung, as well as work in the restaurant his parents had left him after they'd passed away within months of each other- it was that he felt like he'd lost his purpose.
"maybe you should try volunteering at the local hospital,"his friend and flatmate park jimin suggested one day, "who knows, you might even meet someone." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
seokjin groaned, but agreed. it wasn't like he had much else to do with his life anyway.
a few days later, seokjin found himself standing at the front desk of the hospital. "hello?" he peered down at the beady-eyed woman sitting behind the desk. "i volunteered for the volunteer program here, do you know where i should go...?"
the receptionist glanced up at him, uncaring eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses. "name?"
"seokjin," he said quickly, "kim seokjin."
the receptionist turned back to her table, rifling through one of the many stacks of paper on her desk. "kim seokjin..." she scribbled something on a post-it note and slapped it on the space in front of him. "follow the red line on the floor, and stop when you reach the room with this number," she instructed him curtly, "you'll be assigned a patient. or you could just ask nurse jung."
a brief feeling of horror swept over seokjin as the fact that patients were assigned registered in his mind, but he pushed it down, thanking the receptionist instead. jimin hadn't told him that! or maybe he'd done it on purpose, seokjin thought bitterly to himself.
he wandered down the corridors until-
"oof!"
he barely had the time to react before he was falling backwards, landing on his ass.
"sorry!" yelped a voice. "are you okay?"
seokjin groaned, staggering to his feet. "i'm fine," he wheezed, "my ass would say otherwise, but otherwise i'm fine. besides, it's mostly my fault fo not really looking where i was going."
there was a loud "haha!" from the voice, which as seokjin saw, belonged to a tall young man around his age, maybe a little younger. "maybe you should use your eyes," the young man teased as he pushed his glasses up his nose, "they're there for a reason, you know."
seokjin put a hand on his chest, mockingly insulted. "shut up," he told the other man, "i don't even know your name!"
the man standing in front of seokjin grinned. "i'm namjoon, kim namjoon. now you know my name!"
seokjin couldn't help but laugh.
namjoon stared at him for a few seconds before beginning to laugh himself. "you sound like a windshield wiper!" he gasped out between snickers.
