The doctor greeted every patient he visited nicely, as he usually does. Everyone was enchanted by him, he was just more unique and sweet than the other workers in the hospital. He always smiled at his patients, made sure they felt comfortable, and did his best to help them out.

On his way to the lab, his eyes widened when he bumped into a woman who had blood on her white scrubs. Her uniform was all stained from her waist down.

"Hey, are you okay?" The woman immediately tensed up.

"Yes. It's just that time of the month and I had an accident." She gritted her teeth with embarrassment.

Namjoon nodded as they both awkwardly parted ways. There was too much blood on the top of her shirt for it to just come from her period. What made Namjoon worry wasn't the fact that the nurse's shirt was bloody, it was because she had just exited the lab and she was acting very suspicious, almost nervous or angry.

It was 7:00 P.M. already and Namjoon was halfway through his night shift when he started to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

His hands were shaking as he entered the password to unlock the laboratory. He slowly went inside of the room and looked around, everything was different. There were lights on and a bunch of files were spread around each room. An operating table was lying around an empty space along with oxygen masks, scalpels, and other medical equipment.

"What is all of this?" The man didn't have enough time to even take a second look at the place before he heard the sound of the metal door unlocking. He rummaged through the lab until he found a big empty closet.

"This must've been where they had all of this stuff in. Huh?" He quietly leaned over and picked up one of the files that were inside of the closet.

"Kim Seokjin." He grabbed his bag and hid the files inside to read them when he would get back home, so he could peek out of the closet to see who had entered the strange room.

The smells were horrible, it smelled like blood infused with vomit and clorox.

He put on the gas mask he was able to get from the closet and cover his face. A lot of people roamed the room.

He carefully listened to their conversations:

"You know what's weird? When I found him, his arm was bandaged up. Where did he even get the gauze pads from to wrap the around his arm?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't trust Dr. Kim, anymore if I were you. Keep him out of this laboratory, understand? If I lose another doctor because of this, then all of you will end up in jail and I'll make sure of that." His boss was talking to one of the nurses. The woman who Namjoon previously spoke to, who had the blood on her uniform.

"Yes, sir."

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!" He jumped up as he heard loud screams coming from a man who had a black bag wrapped around his head.

The people forcefully dragged him inside one of the rooms and began to look around.

"Keep him quiet, and make sure you get every sample of DNA possible. His hair, blood, saliva. Anything and everything. Once that's done, bring him to the lab so we could run the tests on him." A man ordered. The rest of the people left the lab and pretty soon everything was empty.

Namjoon took this opportunity to find Seokjin's room.

The hallway was colder now and had an elevator. He pressed the button and saw a security camera inside of it.

"Now what am I going to do?" The man felt puzzled, but he eventually found another way to get inside of the room without using the elevator.

It was a risky thing to do, but he had no choice but to do it. He opened an old and rusty vent and climbed inside along with his suitcase which is where he had Seokjin's files.

Even with the mask on, the smells still suffocated him. By the time he found the room, he took the mask off and spied on the man who was out of his normal state of mind.

"Seokjin?" He was completely different than the Seokjin Namjoon had met.

The man was clawing the walls, punching and kicking everything that was in front of him, or anything that stood in his way.

He was screaming angrily. Namjoon felt scared, very scared.

"Seokjin, it's me." The man was startled and with all of the anger he had inside of him, he slapped Namjoon across the face. The doctor nearly fell back with the amount of force Seokjin put into the slap he gave him.

"Leave! Don't see me like this!" Blood was dripping down his chin and his pupils were dilated just like yesterday, maybe even darker. His body was shaking. Namjoon thought the man was going to have a stroke for a second.

"I'm here now." He spoke calmly, but on the inside he was scared to death and confused.

"I said go away." Seokjin pushed the doctor with all his strength, causing him to hit his back against the metal cage and yelp in pain.

Seokjin's eyes were no longer dilated after hearing the man agonizing in pain. The figure was still breathing roughly, but he was coming back to reality. And the reality he came back to was one filled with regret, as he had hurt the only person who he trusted, and who had faith in him.

"Namjoon." The tall man was in shock while carrying Namjoon and lying him down inside of his cage.

The cold metal bars hit his injured back, further injuring him.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to cause you any harm, forgive me, please. I didn't mean to hurt you." It was the first time Seokjin's showed his true emotions to the doctor, so he was impressed even though he was in pain.

He wasn't seriously injured, he just felt pain in his lower back. He knew there was going to be bruising tomorrow, but he was relieved that he didn't break any of his bones because of the strong impact.

"I'll forgive you if you tell me what they did to you today... You're bleeding." Namjoon brushed his finger on Seokjin's neck which was dripping blood. The blood seemed to be coming from the mask he was wearing. That damn mask, Namjoon wishes he could just remove it from the man, but he knows he can't.

"Um." The man started to get tense.

"I'll clean it off of you, let me get my suitcase." He cringed at the sounds his back made and from the pain.

"Don't move, you'll only keep hurting yourself." Seokjin was right, but the doctor disagreed and moved anyways until he reached his suitcase and unzipped it to get his emergency aid kit.

"Luckily I brought this today with me in case of an emergency. Use this to wipe the blood off while I take a pain reliever." He laughed, breathlessly.

"Thank you, and once again, I apologize for what I did to you." The man sounded cold again, but Namjoon felt more relaxed when the man's voice is cold and motionless, rather than to when he sounds angry.

"They fed me today after so many months, that's why I acted the way I did when I saw you." He finally spoke after a while.

Namjoon nodded.

He found it strange: What could they have fed Seokjin to make him act this aggressively?

The doctor decided to not question him about that and asked him other things to distract his mind instead.

In no time the two men were having a regular conversation.

"I have to admit, you seem more energetic than usual." Namjoon spoke. As if karma had hit him, Seokjin was no longer energetic and was back to being motionless.

"Is that a bad thing, doctor?" He asked. The doctor stared at him blankly, trying to fix the situation he put him in.

"No, it's rare to see you this uplifting. I like it. I like to see my patients with a positive attitude." The smile reappeared once again on the man's face, Namjoon sighed in his mind.

"The day you were helping the child who had a splinter in his leg, I was listening. I heard the mother of that child... She sounded so afraid." The doctor held his hands together and nodded.

"She was afraid. Fortunately for her and her son, I was able to remove the splinter and prevent the young boy from developing any infection or feeling any pain. She hugged and thanked me, but in the end, I felt like the lucky one." He smiled.

The room was quiet for five minutes before Seokjin's voice echoed.

"Like how you saved my arm from getting infected." The doctor tilted his head up, unfolding his hands.

"Your arm, that's right. I forgot to ask you. Is it okay?" He asked.

The man nods, then lifts up his sleeve to show Namjoon his arm.

"It's healed now, thanks to you." The doctor was impressed.

He kept on talking to Seokjin, until it was his lunch break. He didn't want to even look at the cafeteria, he just wanted to talk to the pale looking man instead. As time went by, his stomach started growling, signaling him to eat something.

Seokjin heard it as well.

"Just ignore it, I'll eat later on." Namjoon said, trying to continue their conversation.

"Don't wait until you have a headache to eat something, Dr. Kim, you are a doctor after all, right?" Seokjin was right.

"I know. I just can't eat at the moment, Mr. Kim." He sarcastically replied, trying to make the older man laugh, but the man found no joke in starvation.

"Why? What's holding you back on doing so?" The man asked.

"You. I don't want to leave you."