"I know, Yoongi. "Don't believe everything you see in the movies." I get it. Haha, alright. Goodnight, man. Take care." Namjoon hung up his call with Yoongi and turned his radio off. He wasn't in the mood for listening to anything, he was way too tired.

He ended up leaving the hospital without doing any further investigation. He didn't want to get caught by one of the workers there, fearing that they might tell his boss and he'll fire him. He can't afford to lose his job right now, Namjoon needed it more than anything in the world.

But at the same time, the curiosity he felt was eating him alive. He knew he was just supposed to diagnose sick people and cure them, so why couldn't he just forget about his curiosity and the way people were acting around him? He didn't know, but in order to clear his mind, the man turned his TV on to see what shows or movies they were giving.

"Woah, the new series just aired on TV today. I guess I could just start one episode. But that's it, just one episode." Grabbing a spoon and bowl, Namjoon filled up on cereal while watching a horror series he's been waiting for since last month.

"Show time." He plopped onto the couch and stretched his legs out to keep his circulation flowing, sighing as his back adjusted to the cushions behind him.

"Just one episode. Just one."

~One hour later~

Groans echoed throughout the apartment as Namjoon stretched his arms out and sighed awakening in pitch black darkness. His TV had automatically shut off after ten minutes, leaving him to sleep peacefully.

The man brushed his hair back with his hand, placed the remote down, then headed up to his bedroom, where he found it difficult adjusting to the silence that surrounded him everywhere.

"Everything is so dark. Jesus, not even a single light is on." He turned on a small yellow lamp on top of his bedside table, to fix his bedroom up before going to sleep. It was very messy since he didn't have time to clean it up earlier when he left to work.

"Namjoon, what are you doing in my room?" Namjoon was suddenly startled by a familiar voice that made his heart race.

Standing in a corner in the middle of an empty room that was once his own, stood Yoongi.

"Yoongi?! What are you doing here? I thought you moved out two days ago." Namjoon questioned the man, feeling slightly intimidated by his unexpected presence.

"You need to leave." His friend responded in a low, stern tone of voice. The younger just rolled his eyes, showing little to no concern at all, not taking heed to Yoongi's warning.

"Is someone jealous that I'm in his bedroom?" He teased, unaware of how serious the situation was. To Namjoon, his friend was simply fooling him, as he usually does.

He was no longer smiling when Yoongi got up, and slammed his laptop on the floor, causing the screen to hang open. The lights from within started to flicker and signal that it was low on battery.

Yoongi's behavior took a turn from the worst as he got physical with Namjoon, pushing him back with violence.

"Get out, now. You need to go. Just go!" The older man kept dragging the younger until he ended up outside of his apartment. Yoongi's aggressiveness startled him; he's never seen him act this violent. He wasn't the type to cause him harm in any way.

"Yoongi, what's wrong with you?" When hoping for an answer, Namjoon got something much more than that. He got lost. Very lost, in a large, old looking building with a distinct smell that intoxicated him.

He wasn't home anymore. His surroundings had changed, completely. He was no longer in his humble abode, but within the place he was starting to suspect wasn't as normal as it seems.

"Bohwa?" He was in the hospital, staring at Bohwa who was standing still like a statue, until he heard Namjoon call out his name.

The building gave him chills throughout his entire body. He was experiencing something he's never felt before: His legs were shaking, his hands were sweating, ears ringing loudly giving him a mild disturbance. And his head was spinning.

He was nervous, while calling out to Bohwa.

"Bohwa, where are you going? Hey!" He ran after the man who ended up in a dark center of the hospital, near a familiar, suspicious looking room that was locked.

"Dr. Kim, I'd like you to meet Mr. Kim."

"Mr. Kim?" Just as Bohwa was about to open the double doors to unlock the room and show the doctor what truly remained behind those locked doors, Namjoon woke up, shivering in a cold sweat.

"Namjoon. Namjoon answer the door!" He got up, still alert from the strange dream he had, and answered the door, minding the television in front of him which was still on.

He grabbed his remote, powering off the electronic device to greet Yoongi who was panting heavily while carrying a laptop in one hand and a charger on the other.

"Yoongi? What time is it? And- and wait, what are you doing here?" Of all the questions the man asked, his friend only had one answer for them all.

"Quit your job." Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, widening his eyes at Yoongi, who was hysterical.

He entered the apartment and plugged in his laptop to charge it while he sat down to explain everything.

"I have something to show you, but my stupid electricity decided to go out just as I was about to send it to you. So I had to come all the way here, but then my computer decided to play dead. I'll have to show you what I'm talking about later on, because if I tell you now, you definitely won't believe me." Namjoon was completely lost, and very confused.

He had no idea what the older man was talking about, but he was willing to hear him out, compelled to understand why his friend was visiting him this late at night, let alone, with such impulse to show him what was on his computer.

"I just had the strangest dream ever. It was practically a nightmare." The younger walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of non-alcoholic wine for him and his best friend. He walked over to him as Yoongi turned his laptop back on.

"I swear, it had fully charged earlier. The charge on this laptop lasts me up to a whole day sometimes, yet when it was completely charged and I was ready to send the video to you, the charge drained out of nowhere when I unplugged it, and then my power went out."

He admitted, as Namjoon handed him the non-alcoholic beverage, he sat down and started to relive the nightmare he had, as he told Yoongi everything from start to finish.

Yoongi had chills going up his spine as Namjoon began to explain his nightmare to him, feeling further terrified while he gathered up the bravery he had left in him to speak about a serious topic to the young man.

"You saw something jump at you when he opened the door?" Namjoon nodded in confirmation of Yoongi's question.

"Take a look at this."

The shorter male pressed play on the first video Namjoon sent him, viewing the tape in full screen.

"Hello, is this thing on?" Halfway through the video, Yoongi paused it and zoomed in on an image.

"Look." They both froze in place, staring at the image in front of them.

An eerie silence lingered around the house for a while, before either one of the men spoke. Yoongi being the first to say a word after the bone-chilling image left them speechless.

"Tell me you traveled to work with someone, or I'm burning this laptop as soon as I get home." Yoongi stared at the younger man who held his chest, feeling a shortness of breath in his lungs, as his mental health slowly worsened. He was about to go insane.

"Yoongi, when I say I was alone, it's because I was. What the hell is that?" The boys analyzed the image well, and still saw the same thing: There was a shadow of a man in the back seat of Namjoon's car, covering about half of his view from the glass window behind his car, and nearly touching the roof of his car with his head.

"Didn't you have a lab coat on that day? Maybe you just left it in the back and it came out in the video." Yoongi questioned, hoping that he was right.

"Yoongi, I have my lab coat on in this video. And you know how well organized I am with my things, I don't leave messes anywhere. Especially not in the back of my car. And this silhouette is clearly a person! Just look at how tall it is, man! It's almost as tall as me."

As they started to edit the image and added a filter to it, not only did the silhouette appear to have a face, but an entire body as well. Namjoon and Yoongi both shut the laptop, as soon as possible, no longer able to bear the fear they felt.

"What if the nightmare you had, what if it's linked to this video? Just think about it: The hospital you work at, and I'm sorry to tell you this, but it's creepy. What if someone died in there and the person's soul followed you inside of your car." Namjoon just laughed at Yoongi's theory, as if he had told a joke instead of an actual fact.

"Yoongi, you tease me about watching horror movies all the time, and now you're telling me you think some 'demonic presence' is stuck in my car and possibly followed me home?" The younger ended his sentence with another laugh, taking a sip of water.

But the older man knew this was no joking matter, and as he noticed his watch almost read 2:00 A.M. he didn't want to run the chance of coming in contact with the dark entity that showed up in the video he had in his laptop while driving back home, so he stood up from the couch and headed to the entrance of Namjoon's apartment.

"It's getting late. All I have to say is, be careful in the hospital. If you see anything else like this, then quit your job. I know it won't be an easy thing to do, but you need to keep yourself safe, man. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Namjoon." Yoongi gathered up his things and left Namjoon.

After the bitter goodbye from his best friend, Namjoon went upstairs and fell asleep without experiencing any more nightmares.

-The next day-

"Boss, can you spare me a minute?"

"Namjoon! Of course. Sit down." The man's crooked smile appeared again as Namjoon sat down on his squeaky chair.

"What can I do for you, hmm?" He folded his hands together, staring at the young doctor with widened eyes.

"I want to switch my daytime work to a night shift."

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