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Jung Hoseok comes back home to Korea with his girlfriend, Amy, after spending 3 years in America. After visiting an ancient sight open to the public, where Amy wanted to learn more of her Korean heritage, Hoseok discovers a more hands...
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Hoseok heard a knock at his door relatively early, the door opening soon after whether Hoseok answered the knock or not. He quickly composed himself. Normally Hoseok was an early riser, but then again, that was back when he didn't live off of 3 or 4 hours a night.
Jimin stood in the doorway, bringing him fresh drinking water and alcohol, another maid behind him with a tray of food that she placed on the table and leaving soon after.
Hoseok groan, rubbing his eyes to see Jimin better. "What are you like my personal maid or something?" He chuckled to himself.
"I guess you could call it that, if you wish." Jimin set the new deliveries down on the table Hoseok had used to treat his two patients, one of them being Yoongi, dried blood still on the floor from that day he was tested, no one bothering to clean it up.
Jimin started walking out when Hoseok decided to stop him.
The boy looked quite skinny. Hoseok didn't know why. Judging by his appearance, he assumed maybe it was because of his low class and did not have the luxury of eating when he wanted.
"Wait. Did you eat anything today?" Hoseok asked sympathetically. He had been provided yesterday with a whole bowl full of fresh fruit on the center table.
Jimin lowered his head slightly and shook it softly.
"Here." Hoseok gestured to the fruit for him to take with an airy smile.
Jimin gazed cautiously at the closed door and back at Hoseok. "I can't take any of your food. Especially not out there." he gestured to the door. It wouldn't look good for him to walk out into the courtyard with fruit that looked like he stole.
"Just eat in here," Hoseok suggested with a shrug.
Jimin parted his lips in shock. He reluctantly took the fruit from him, brought Hoseok his tray, and ate silently at the table.
"Thank you..." His tone was hesitant, that of confusion.
