Reflection (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter 8

You watched from the door, observing the lost patient inside as he stretched his arm lightly towards the window. He must be missing the warmth of the sun. "So what do we do now?"

"Keep him here, I guess. Until he remembers something." Taehyung answered. They didn't have a lot of options, both with Joon's memory loss and the lack of things that could be used to identify him. To the world, he's an unknown person. "I know you have a lot of other work to do, but can I count on you to spend time with him?"

"Me?"

The doctor nodded, "He seems to be attached to you, from what I observed earlier. I think that if you continue to talk to him and interact with him, it'll help him regain something, at least."

"Okay, that's fine." you agreed. "I want him to remember as well so that he can get back with his family soon. No one should be separated from their loved ones for too long." Taehyung glanced to see your face, not a wrinkle of sadness. He thought about your parents' death, and he wondered how much you had cried that day for everything to feel almost normal now. His gut wrenched, he didn't want to imagine that. Being separated from those you love is painful and he never wanted to think about the possibility of losing Yoongi. Ever since he left the city, Yoongi was the only pillar in his life, and also you, as his favorite employee.

"But I do wonder what kind of a person he is to not have anything on him. Not a wallet, or his cellphone." The doctor frowned, "Do you think he's a serial killer? Or a thief? Or maybe he's a spy from the government and was on a mission to uncover some big company scam but then got lost here. Or maybe there's a secret to uncover in this town!" he exclaimed.

"Sure," you hummed. Taehyung would make a great novelist if the whole doctor thing doesn't work out in the end. "But if he is a serial killer, do you still want me to tend to him?"

"Well of course."

"That's terrible."

"I believe that only you have the power to change his mind and heart." he professed. A romantic at heart, Taehyung believed anything was possible as long as you can dream it, that's the kind of person he is.

"Well, if I die, please bring me halmeoni's pancakes to my grave every day, or else I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

"Deal, now go before he starts to worry."

As soon as the door opened, he snapped his head towards you and sighed out of relief. "Sorry that took so long,"

He shook his head to let you know that it was fine. You sighed, wondering how you could get him to speak. The breeze blew through the curtains, giving you an idea. "I know you're probably really confused right now and that's preventing you from talking. There's no pressure for you to talk. But just for convenience, is it okay if I continue to call you Joon?"

Hearing you say that made his heart flutter. He was grateful that you were understanding, but at the same time, he wanted to use his voice. As for the name, he had no reason to reject such a request, and besides, he was fond of the way you said it, so he nodded. It gave you a little bit of reassurance that he understood and situation and would cooperate.

"Okay, thank you. Do you want to go outside? Fresh air would be a good start for you to recover physically." His eyes lit up and a small smile appeared on his face as he nodded. You almost gasped when his dimples appeared. They were like little buttons, or craters of the moon. You certainly hope he wasn't a serial killer because he was too damn handsome for that, but then again, that's the perfect weapon. He must have used his face to lure men and women to a secluded place to kill them and because he possessed such innocent dimples, he would get away with it. Taehyung must have gotten to your head. He blinked, wondering why you're not moving at all. "Ohm uh, sorry, I'll go get the wheelchair."

He nodded once more, wishing he could tell you to stop apologizing. He watched as you rolled the wheelchair in and blushed when you wrapped your arms around his body to help him into the chair. It was gentle, like a mother's touch, he thought. That much he knew. The hallways had a similar shade of paint as his room. The walls were adorned with colorful mosaics and odd art pieces. Whoever decorated this place must be a lover of art. Looking at them gave him a strange sensation of comfort. There would be hope, even for him. "Taehyung likes a lot of color," you explained. "He said he fell in love with the green of the hills and the blueness of the sky when he came here and wanted to project that in this hospital so patients don't ever feel that they're stuck when they're recovering."

What an interesting person, he thought. He would have never thought the boy he met earlier would be the head doctor, and it was amazing that he's capable of such thoughts and empathy. Joon wonders what kind of person he had been. Was he kind? Thoughtful? Genuine? A few nurses passed by and giggled while waving at him. Is there something on my face? Thinking about it, he hasn't even seen what he looks like yet.

Once outside in the courtyard, you placed him under the shade of a large camphor tree. He took a deep breath, smelling all sorts of grains and the sea nearby. You sat on the bench beside him. Here it goes. "I'm so happy that you're awake, but I think we need to address the most crucial thing now." He understood what that thing was and listened intently. "You were in an accident and suffer memory long. We don't know if it's permanent or when you will start to remember things. We don't know who you are because there was nothing on you or in the car that could give us a clue on your identity." It didn't come as a shock to him about the memory loss portion, but he couldn't understand why he wouldn't have any piece of identification on his body. It felt like common sense for a person to do that.

You saw that he was thinking hard, to the point where it was starting to hurt. Your hand went up to touch his, giving him assurance. "Take your time to remember, there is no pressure. And I promise we will try our best to reunite you with your family. But for now, you can count on me."

He wholeheartedly nodded, the gesture resembled a puppy. It made you chuckle. He wanted to question why, but he was too busy taking in your smile.