Enigma II : Magic Card

/21.1/ Running and Revolving

No matter how far you run, when you are ought to come back, you can't reappear weak as before.

[References to /6/ Jungkook have been made in this chapter. In case anyone forgot what happened, you can get a quick look from there first.]

"Jackson!" I professed a jollier smile with an exclamation, "Come in." He advanced towards, but his eyes fixated onto Jimin's the whole time. "I will go then." The boy got up from his seat bringing a few materials forward, "This file's for you, from manager-nim. And- your phone. I will leave these here."

"Thanks." I tapped a silent smile, waiting for him to leave first. He didn't immediately move, his neck vein would accentuate against his skin for one short second as he looked back at the other male again. "Take care." never he looked around for once for the last bid, the door flung fast with soft noise at his departure.

The last impact of his leave had the rest of us in the room in a lack of habituation. Jackson looked back, his mouth shaped in 'o' to utter the question, I cut him short before he needed to give it a voice.

"That was Jimin, one of the group members. BTS. Remember?"

"That felt weird."

"Weird as in?"

He looked around with an intrigued amusement, "The way he looked at me? Is something-" I stopped him right before the blabbers could take an initiation, "Stop right there. Nothing's up." For a quick finish, I beckoned him to sit and added, "Sit down first. How long has it been since we last met? And how did you know that I was here?"

"You are trying to change the topic now, I know."

"Think what you want then...Do I care?" I poked my tongue while pointing at the posy he was holding, "And what's with that? Are those flowers for me? People bring those to a funeral. You took me to be dead or what?"

"Funeral? But the lady showed me this saying they are nice to take along when visiting the hospital." He pouted, "I bought them cuz they got a nice fragrance."

"Give me that." I took a deep inhale of the refreshing incense, "She was right. Not bad. Thanks."

"I guess you've recovered already with your cheekiness been back," The male chuckled in reply as I set the bunch across the bed near the table, "I called in your number and some boy had picked it up. Taehyuk was the name, I reckon? I cursory got to know some of what had happened too. How did you get into all this mess?"

"Shit. How much do you know?"

"The raid part. What else has happened? I am able to extract more if I wanna sleuth, you might know."

"Now that I remember you're a journalist, don't go post stuff around about the boys. Keep it safe for me as well, will you? Do it for a friend."

He snorted, "I don't cover the entertainment sector, be glad for that. Otherwise, I don't think I'd have agreed to let go of such a good spice."

"Nah, I know I can trust you on all of that. You're a good guy." I stretched my legs out of the bed, letting out a big yawn, "We were supposed to meet outside tomorrow. But see the irony, we're meeting at the hospital. Same as the way that time. Nothing much is changed."

He went sparingly silent in reply, leaving a small 'yeah' with discomfort. Expected reaction. I hid the arcane smile about to emboss my face, changing the course of the topic next, "Now, tell me. Have you got some news?"

"News like what?"

"Seacrets? The club owner's wife."

"Ah ah ah, that- you still haven't got it out of your head."