HIRAETH // Vminkook

•8• Jamais vu

Jimin's ankle is healed, his only problem was his broken arm that was bondaged and in a cloth that hung around his neck to prevent the arm to move freely.

He didn't skip work though, so right now he's in his own little shop.

"Yes, if the fever won't stop then boil honey with ribiscus leaves in a pot and leave it for half an hour then let him drink it." He explained to a woman in her early 30's with a boy around seven years old on her lap.

And yes, the audience shouldn't further question the remedies stated because the writer is as clueless as you are seeing that you both live in the 20th century.

The woman thanked Jimin and smiled as she took the paper from him with the prescriptions he has written.

"If you don't have supplies at home then we have at the back. My workers are willing to help you find it." He gestured at his back with his left hand since his right one is useless at the moment. There was another door leading to a room where there were endless supplies of shelves for treatments.

"Thank you a lot, mister Park." Was all the women said before one of Jimin's worker lead her and the child to the back.

He tried to stand up from his chair but his injured arm hit the table and caused him to his loudly at the pain.

"Careful, Jimin! I told you to stop moving too much, didn't I? Don't bother standing up."

Taemin had both his hands on Jimin's shoulder to push him back down on his seat.

"Don't tell me you expect me to pee in here, how barbaric of
you." Jimin told him with a straight face.

"Well why didn't you tell me sooner? Come on, I'll help you." The taller pulled him up but making sure not to hurt him.

"W-what?" He stumbled back a little with a weird look. "No it's fine, I can manage on my own. You should get back to your chores and don't postpone doing them later."

"It's fine. I'll just wait outside the door while you do your business inside. I'm just being extra careful." He lead them until they were outside the loo.

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes while sighing. A habit of his when he finds something so useless or when he heard something idiotic.

"For goodness sake, Taemin. I'm just injured, not disabled for the rest of my days."

And with that he went inside and left his assistant who was still wearing a toothy grin. When he came out, he realized there weren't a lot of costumers and he felt his stomach growing.

He knows that his workers will be more than able to help the costumers so he proposed an idea to his assistant.

"I'm feeling hungry a bit. Do you mind if we visit Seokjin and grab something from the bakery?" He knew hesf didn't need to ask because Taemin would be willing to get away from here anytime. He mentally giggled at the thought.

"I would love to. But if only I'll get things for free there."

"You know Jin never let us pay even if we would try to insist."

Taemin had an excited look on his face like a child would look like when receiving his favorite candy.

They were at least ten feet away from the bakery and the scent of freshly baked goods wrapped around them in a cozy comfort. Jin's bakery looked so inviting with hues of Orange and yellow in winter.

Maybe that explains the long line of costumers waiting patiently for their turn to buy. But the both of them passed by them only murmuring a soft excuse me now and then so they wouldn't appear rude.