Fear | K.th [Editing]

Forgiving Those Who've Sinned [76°]

The lanky male knocks hard onto a brown wooden door, taking a step back. He glances around the corridor, eyes trained on a child who runs past him with a ball in her hands. He smiles fondly at the little girl without a care in the world; innocence still latched onto her.

He turns his attention back onto the door once he hears it unlock. The door slowly cracks open, he gets a glimpse of a female peeking out of the small opening to peer at the taller male. She questions who he is, becoming wary of the stranger.

The man before her relieves any tension with a smile as he bows. "Sorry to intrude so early in the morning. My name is Doctor Kim Seokjin and I know your friend."

He notices the shocked expression that appears on her face before she's slamming the door, unhooking the latch and swinging the door open. Immediately, she's bombarding the male with a bunch of questions she's had on her mind ever since that day. "God, is she okay?! She's not dead is she? Does she resent me for leaving her? I promise, I didn't want to—I-I was just trying to find help!"

Seokjin calms her down, interrupting her so she doesn't get so worked up. "Don't worry, she doesn't hate you at all, Jasmine." The female blinks, surprised he's aware of who she is. He tells her to take a deep breath and she complies, wiping away the stray tears as she moves to the side to allow the gentleman into her apartment.

He thanks her, stepping inside as he takes inventory of the flat. Jasmine closes the door behind him, turning around and pushing down the sleeve of her sweater.

Seokjin takes note that everything was organized and neat; afraid that there would be signs of neglect that he'd have to console with the female. He glances behind himself when she quickly asks him to take off his shoes before he steps on the carpet.

"Do you have OCD?" He meets her gaze.

She chuckles lightly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she nods. "How could you tell?" He takes a seat on the couch in the living area as Jasmine offers green tea, him gladly accepting as he watches her move around the small apartment. "Y'know, she use to hate when I'd make her color coordinate her towels; she'd be yellow—a warm color—and I'd be purple—a cool color. I know, I know, it sounds dumb, but I just wouldn't allow otherwise."

Seokjin nods along, glancing down at the magazines laid in a neat stack on the coffee table, the remotes to the tv beside it, and a bowl of red apples in the middle; he's found that all of the items are in groups of three. "Do you mind if I take an apple from this bowl?"

Jasmine looks over at the doctor before lowering her gaze. She shakes her head, placing the tea pot back onto the stove. The female saunters toward the living area and hands Seokjin the cup of tea, warning him of the temperature. The doctor thanks her of her hospitality, observing her when she places another shiny red apple in the bowl in place of the one in his grasp.

She sits down on an armchair in front of him, tucking her hands under her thighs as she stares at the handsome male inside her home. She's anxious; in the back of her mind she scolds herself for opening the door to a complete stranger who claims to have known her old friend, but he knew who she was; the only way he were to know her was if he actually does know her friend—unless he coerced y/n to tell him who she's associated with and he's here to finish the job.

"Are you worried?"

The female pauses, rubbing her hand against her arm. "About what? But, yeah."

"I'm not here to hurt you," Startled, she looks over at Seokjin who's already staring back at her. He lowers his glass, pausing when Jasmine slips a coaster under his drink. He hums, continuing. He's here sitting inside her home simply to relay a message. He holds up his finger—under one condition. "She wants me to ask you: where you went on the day she was kidnapped. I'm sure you heard on the news about the Kim brother's? So, you can assume a little bit of what's going on, right?"