"I killed them. I did. I'm saying it by myself..."
"No. I don't believe you." He says with a deep voice that was still somehow calm. "You don't know what you are saying-"
"You don't believe how far I can go?" An emotional urgency in her voice was...
Trust.. the only thing their bond needs to be dependent on and it was time to make it happen~
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"The patient has been shifted to higher OP. The second surgery would begin in a few minutes."
Seokjin bowed as he walked towards his changing room. Throwing his mask and gloves in the dustbin on his way, the quiet hallways echoed due to his steps.
An afternoon four made him lethargic. He felt the need to get some strong caffeine to keep his system working before he could proceed with the next surgery.
Opening the room while pushing the green curtains away, he started unbottoning his blue top. Tilting his head to the sides, he opened his locker. But before he could take out something, the twisting of doorknob of the room diverted his attention.
The curtains were pushed away with greater force when a huffing man lead his way inside in a hurry.
Seokjin was shocked, seeing the most unexpected person in this state, in this place, at this time..
"How did you get in here, Jungkook?"
His heavy breathing and leaned form was already the evidence of how he must have been chased after guards. But nothing stopped him from finding Seokjin.
"Eunjae.." he breathed out. "You... you are her.. doctor..?" His eyes straight onto him.
He froze. "How do you.."
"This means you really are?"
Seokjin shifted his gaze from his strong ones. He looked inside his locker, the shirts stacked up, which once were to be taken out and be worn by him.
He can't have this conversation. Not now.. with him..
"No." He took out another shirt, closing it as he dropped the soft fabric on the chair. "I was.."
"What?" Jungkook furrowed his brows. "How long did she have this disorder? And you.. I thought you were a surgeon so.."
"I have to go. I have another surgery to perform."
Seokjin was already slipping out of his earlier shirt, dumping it into the bin and getting into another. The other clearly observed how he was avoiding his gaze ans questions. Yet, he couldn't keep quiet.
"I need to know, Seokjin.."
"It's her story to tell." He gritted out.
"She gets scared while talking about it. She can't talk about it on her own."
He scoffed at his words, buttoning up the new shirt. "She can't tell you her problem?"
"So the doctor is asking me to ask the mental person why they are mental?"
