"I didn't see him last night." Namjoon said, turning on his car wiper blades to see the path of where he was driving. The rain was heavier than it was before, he was thankful for bringing his umbrella and not leaving it back at home.

"Something strange happened to my body, as if I had a premonition. I felt angry, sad, my chest closed up. I even had a panic attack while driving, and I started tearing up for no reason. It was horrible. Maybe it was the radiation frequencies in there, affecting my head. It could have been that. Or maybe I was going to get caught by the monsters called "workers" in the lab and gotten myself in trouble. Right? It could have been that. In fact, it probably was that." He nodded to himself, deep down inside hoping nothing bad had happened to Seokjin.

He pushed that thought to the back of his head to focus more on driving. The sun was barely shining down, and the clouds only made it harder for him to see.

As the minutes went by, Namjoon finally made it to his destination. He put his lab coat on, took his suitcase which contained the papers he secretly stole from the doctors there. The ones that held Seokjin's information.

Almost no one was there, and half of the lights in the hospital were off in some of the offices, signalling that most of the people had left already, making it easier for Namjoon to just make his way to the lab.

He bought his own full bodysuit and protection glasses this time to avoid using anyone else's. While zipping it up, he heard a growling coming from a long hallway.

It startled him to the point of making him shake a little. He gathered up all of the courage he had and started to walk down the hallway.

The lights were green, flickering on and off.

There was a faint smell of vomit becoming stronger the closer Namjoon approached it.

He heard sounds of chewing as scratches trailed the walls with creepy writings such as 'They hear us', 'No escape', 'Don't breathe' and curse words. The doctor was disgusted, sickened, but pushed through everything until he found out where the sounds where finally coming from.

"Patient Kim." He found the man hyperventilating inside of his cage, his clothes was all torn apart, and there was another figure beside him.

A huge, demonic looking monster with acid dripping down from his body, forming a weird foam in his mouth. Both figures looked angry, injured, and still wanted to fight each other.

Seokjin gripped the monster's throat, the monster doing the same, until they were choking themselves, neck and neck.

Namjoon saw as the monster's claws cut through Seokjin's neck and how he kept kicking to free himself from the monster. He refused to stand there and watch the unknown experiment drain the life out of him, so he grabbed a fire extinguisher and hit the figure on the head, then sprayed him with pepper spray.

"Open that door. Open it now!" Seokjin ordered while stepping back. Namjoon unlocked a door that was far from Seokjin's room.

The man moved back and in a flash, ran towards the demonic looking monster and used all of the power he had left in him to push him into the room. After he exited the room, Namjoon saw the monster get struck by deadly weapons and lasers until he collapsed on the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

The doctor was stunned by the act the man pulled off. Instead of wondering how he managed to even get into a fight with such a beast, Namjoon cautiously walked over to Seokjin and bend over to his level. The man was on the floor, still struggling to breathe.

His breathing was so intense and desperate, the doctor worried he might be having an asthma attack or something worse.

"Seokjin, look at me-" The man's immediate reaction was to slap Namjoon across the face with a growl. Namjoon ignored it by holding Seokjin's hands: Not too tight, but tight enough for them to stay in his grip.

"Look at me. Hey, hey breathe in slowly." As the doctor instructed him to breathe slow, the man's chest moved slower until he was no longer hyperventilating.

Namjoon calmly released his hands. Seokjin clenched his fists tightly, then got up and became aggressive again. Namjoon noticed that his pupils were dilated and darted on the figure he was fighting with earlier.

He knew he shouldn't interrupt him or even touch him when he gets angry, but he didn't want to risk Seokjin worsening the situation and getting further injured.

"Stop. Sit down, please." Namjoon kept his distance and just spoke to the man while he crouched down and began to grip onto his hair tightly, swinging himself back and forth, humming.

Just when he thought Seokjin was finally relaxed and ready to talk, he moved away from him. Namjoon tried getting closer, but the man just cowarded away as far as he could.

Namjoon even cornered him and crouched down next to him, but he just looked away, refusing to look at the doctor.

"Seokjin, why are you acting like this? Who was that monster and why was he fighting with you?" He knew that by asking this many questions the man might feel uncomfortable and confused, but the doctor was desperate and had to know what was going on.

"My behavior and this fight was caused by you, Dr. Kim. It's all your fault." He coldly responded.

"My fault?" Namjoon stuttered, moving back.

The man gritted his teeth at him, feeling anger boiling inside of him again, with a hint of disappointment.

"I saw him approach me. Last night I opened the door, watched him enter and greeted him politely. He didn't seem like himself, why wasn't the nice man greeting me as usual? Could I have done something wrong to upset him? I thought. Instead I found out that the man I thought was you, wasn't you. It was a monster they sent after me to end my life by strangling me. Where were you last night?" Namjoon was shocked, almost frozen.

He knew that the premonition he had was no good. He regretted leaving the hospital.

"Last night I entered this lab after everybody was gone, in hopes of seeing you again. When I was ready to enter your room, I had this weird feeling in my chest, like a premonition. I sensed danger, but what ever it was, it just made me leave the hospital and I ended up having a panic attack in my car while driving." The doctor explained, looking down.

"So, you sensed my emotions after all. Were you okay afterwards?" The man asked. Namjoon nodded.

They heard a door slam shut, signalling the nurse's arrival. Namjoon hid inside of the room he hid in last time. He saw as a woman entered the room, holding a pint of blood.

"Well, I can see that you tamed your new friend. Here's a little treat. If only one of you would just die, then we could finally move onto our next project: Building a cemetery!" She joked, throwing the pint of blood to the man's face, hitting him on his shoulder roughly.

Namjoon was on the edge of getting out of the room he was in and ending the woman's life with his own hands.

He hated to see how they treated Seokjin.

"The nerve of those lunatics doing this to you. I'll fuck them up one by one if they ever try to hurt you again like the last time." Seokjin seemed surprised.

"You're not you," He spoke. "you're different." The doctor was even surprised at himself.

"My apologies. I don't swear like this, I really don't. Especially not in front of my patients."
The doctor noticed how Seokjin's facial expressions changed. He was going back to his normal self again.

"But you did. And you did it because of me, didn't you?" He looked down. Namjoon stared down at the man, slightly lifting his head up.

"I didn't do it because of you, Seokjin. I did this for you." Seokjin's eyes widened.

"Thank you." A smile appeared on Namjoon's face.

"Seokjin, why did she give you this?" He pointed at the pint of blood.

"Well, doctor... 'This' is my food."