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No one's POV:

"Who is this?" He asked in a deep voice. Not even bothering to turn to face Jimin.

The boy grew terrified of the view of his back. He even questioned himself if this really is Namjoon.

"N-Namj-joon?" Jimin asked and the boy finally turned his head to the side a bit, looking at the trembling younger from the corner of his eye.

"Who's this?" He asked once again.

"I-I'm Hoseok's friend..Ji-min.." He  couldn't help but shutter. The older's back scared the hell out of him, that he finally realised he was trembling.

"Oh..Hoseok has talked a lot about you. Many, many things about you."
He turned, facing the younger.

His reply made Jimin's eyes widen.
"Like what, hyung?"

"I can't say. It's his secrets."
Namjoon replied."Anyways, what are you doing here, in the hospital, in a doctor coat? Have you been hired here?"

Jimin looked at the coat he still had on and immediately took it off.
"Oh..uh about that. I'm a patient here..and I wanted to see what the asylum looked like, how Hoseok lived here. He helped me get here without being spotted, but he's in danger. The doctors caught him..because he has no cover. They'll punish hyung! And it's my fault."

"You're stupid. Do you know what'll happen to Hoseok now? He'll be brought to the punish room, dreadful things happen to those who are put in there."

Jimin's eyes teared up.
"B-But I wanna help him!"

"There's nothing for you to do. I was put in that room a few days ago, and many many many times before that, and this is what happened to me." He pointed at his back, dripping blood as the stitches were in a state of reopening.

Jimin gasped as his back stuck to the wall, frightened from the tornado of thoughts in his head of what would happen to Hoseok, and it's all his fault.

"You seem to know nothing about this place. It's not so happy and caring when it comes to breaking the rules.
Don't be fooled by the friendly behaviour of the nurses and doctors with you. They act caring and friendly, but they.really.are.not." He smiled in a crazy way that made the younger question if Namjoon really is Hoseok's friend, or if he is sane like he said.

"I'm not even ill! And I'm here!" He laughed loudly with widened eyes.
"I'm normal! I'm not sick! I'm okay!"

"C-Calm down Please! Please, just help me. He's in danger I say! I'm ready to do anything to help him. He's my friend."

"What you can do, is to get the hell out of my room."
Namjoon's laughing disappeared ans his cold glare returned like a pause-play option.

He got up, limping and dragging his feet, and opened the door, pushing Jimin to the outside.

The younger immediately ran to the staircase, avoiding any unnecessary conversations with any nurses.
He noticed Hoseok wasn't in the hallway anymore.
His face was full of worry and concern.

Once he finally reached his room, he exhaustedly rubbed his face as he opened the door.

He gasped once he saw Hoseok sitting on his bed, a book of Jimin's in his hands.

"H-Hoseok!" Jimin yelled.

The older bounced to Jimin and covered his mouth with his palm.
"Shh.. They're looking for me. It took everything in me to escape."

Jimin nodded.
"Hyung, I'm sorry I got you into this."

"Did you see Namjoon? How is he?"

"He's...He's not fine, hyung. His back is all stitched up and bleeding..He was in the punishment room recently."

Hoseok gulped. His Adam's apple rolled at the swallow.

"He's not sick! He's not mentally ill! I swear! I know him more than I basically know my own self!"
He whisper-yelled.

"I know, hyung..I know. By the way, what have you been talking about me to him?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing! Let's sleep!" Hoseok avoided the topic, making Jimin grow even more curious and wanting to ask more, but he just brushed it off.

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Hoseok POV:
-At the storage room-

I forcefully pushed Jimin out of the room, into the dark hallway.
I peeped my head through a small opening in the door, watching Jiminie as he tip toed to C-14, trying to look taller; aishh that short boy.

I tried squeezing myself through the tiny opening of the door, and took a step or two outside. But, being the clumsy idiot I am, I slipped and caused a scene as I shrieked.

Suddenly, I saw nurses, doctors, and security guards running to me.
I tried running away to the staircase but it was too late..they already had caught me. I immediately got hancuffed and posed uncomfortably, it seriously made my neck hurt.

I had a small glimpse of Jimin's face, and yelled to him.

"Jimin, go! You can do it...Ji..min." I wanted to say more, but that was all I managed to say.

A nurse and a doctor guarded me as they waited for a guard to get the key to the Punish Room.

I kept watching as Jimin entered C-14..
I was pretty overwhelmed that he made it. But, I had to get away with this too. So, being the sneaky ass I am, I pulled down my sleeve into my palm and squirmed my hands out of the handcuffs. When the doctors weren't paying attention to me, I threw the metal handcuffs to the nurse's head, and she fell unconscious. I made a run for it, being chased by the other doctor who was watching me.

I made my way to the room and closed the door behind.
"Phewww..." I panted, as I bounced myself on my bed and reached my arm to the drawer. Just when I found a book. I picked it up, and the title read 'Lost Flowers'.

Hmm.. Intriguing enough. I decided to read.

(A/N:you know what happened next)

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No one's POV:

The next morning, Jimin woke up enthusiastically. He sat up on his bed and rubbed the blurriness out of his eyes, just to see an empty room with nobody besides himself in it. He looked around for Hoseok, but he was nowhere to be spotted.

The young boy ran to the toilet in the room and knocked the door a few times, silence replying back to his knocks.

"If he isn't here in the room, then he's definitely in the canteen! Probably..."

Jimin spoke his thoughts out loud to himself, as he was the only company for himself in the room.

A/N:

Don't be a silent reader!

-TBC-