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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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"Are you... alright?" Jimin asked Hoseok as he woke him up the next day. He was looking a bit rough, hungover, after one too many last night.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He assured, smiling softly at his concern.
"Yoongi told me to come check on you, but I would've anyways." Jimin had come bringing lunch, for Hosoek had slept in well past breakfast. Hoseok of course offered some of it and the fruit bowl to Jimin as well.
Hoseok giggled at him. "You're like the little brother I never had."
"How do you know I'm younger?"the boy asked with a pout. That alone was a giveaway.
Hoseok shrugged. "Just a guess. I'm 22."
"Oh, I'm 20..."
"Little brother I never had." Hoseok smiled wide.
"I guess you're like the older brother I never had, but I have a brother, younger though, he's just not nearly as nice as you." Jimin smiled back. But it faded quickly after a few moments.
He stood and crossed over to the partially open window looking out into the far end of the garden. If you stuck your head out far enough, which he could not, you would be able to see Yoongi's house when the leaves fell in fall.
" I did come here for another reason though. You will be needed by the king at dinner again."
"Oh..." Hoseok's stomach dropped at the thought and he sighed, feeling himself start to shake. "why this time?"
"He didn't say, but General Dongjun is back for a few days. It might have something to do with that, not sure." Jimin shrugged.
Hoseok made a sour expression at the familiar name first mentioned by Yoongi. "Ugh. Why do I have to be there...?" He swallowed the bitterness down with his food.
Jimin gave him a pointed look. "Because you are a guest of the king and a doctor. Whether you like it for not, you have an important role."
Hoseok swallowed at the thought. Maybe he had taken it too far by proclaiming himself a doctor, but what choice did he have?
That day Hoseok had continued to see another patient, one with small bumps lining his arms. The man claimed to have been cursed by the gods he believed in for the dark things in his life and as a result, was just starting in the form of itchy welts on his skin as payback.
