"Excuse me young man, what are you doing here?"
I blink, and then look up. A woman, middle aged probably, stands over me, holding a dripping bag of ice and a heat pack.
"O-oh sorry," I rise, and shoot a smile at Jin, who has returned to picking at his nails and icing his forehead. "The receptionist sent me in to see if you needed any help?"
She puts me to work sorting and labeling a new box of supplies. I plug in my headphones and concentrate on the mindless task, unpacking bandages and nodding my head to R&B. I barely notice the person standing above me.
"Hey, Jimin." It's Namjoon. I look up, surprised, and take out an earbud. "Scoot." I clear a pile of antiseptic wipes and pat a spot for him to sit down.
He looks better. Lost his ice pack. Still a bit weary, but none too worse for the wear.
"What are you doing here?"
"Same as you." He tosses a tin of band-aids aside. "Office aide. Of course, after I saw the principal."
I nod sympathetically, waiting for him to spill the tea, and thumbing through a thing of stickers. But he doesn't, and we sit in a solemn silence, broken only by the occasional shift of ibuprofen containers. When he finally speaks again, I've skipped through two tracks from Heathers and finished labeling two thirds of the Tupperware to be filled with first aid.
"Hey, Jimin?"
"yeah?"
"You're good friends with Jin, right?" My eyes flick to the curtained area where Jin sat on his taupe cot. The curtain is pushed aside, and the sheets rumpled, but empty. Safe.
"...yeah."
"well uh, if you couldn't tell, I fucked up."
I remove the second earbud, attention fully focused on Namjoon now, who shifts uncomfortably.
"I- okay. So basically uh Woohun-" he takes a deep breath. "He...he uh well-"
"Slept with Jin," I fill in for him.
"...yea." Namjoon exhales slowly. "That." He eyes me carefully. "And somehow, I knew. And I knew I had to track him down before school. And there'd be hell to pay." He clenches, then unclenches a fist. "So I found him and-" he stops. "Well, what I'm trying to say is-
howthehelldoImakethisuptoJin"
I blink, confused. "You- what-?"
"How do I fix things with Jin?" I can see the vulnerability in his eyes. Extending the olive branch, I smile and say
"You've come to the right place."
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~Bound~ •A Yoonmin Story• (Previously Sketch)
FanfictionBTS lives in a world where soulmates are connected so they can feel each other's pain. Min Yoongi lives a great life at first glance, but something's missing... Park Jimin has a dream, a past, and a whole lotta angsty feels. They've been separated...
