His duty as a Healer wasn't keeping him busy as much as the Master did. The Master had asked for Jimin's help to monitor and instruct the Healers in practice. Never did it occur to him that instructing the Healers would be stressing him out so much. Though those people were deemed to be much better than his sister, Jimin found it hard to deal with them. Perhaps, it was their cockiness that put him off.

The hectic days almost caused his mind to forget about the flower that he'd kept hidden for almost ten days. Jimin twirled the crumpled flower, now dried and brown. Everything happened in the tent when the Supplier was there invaded his mind. If he wasn't so occupied, he'd have gone to Taehyung, someone he could rely to in regards of plants not only because his friend was a Cultivator but also because he was someone Jimin would trust with his entire life.

The Supplier's words marched into his brain. He was told that he wasn't supposed to tell anyone at all about it. If he showed the flower to his friend, would it be considered as him letting Taehyung know? Why must it be kept a secret? What could it possibly mean? The Village Leader dreamed of this flower, the Supplier told him. Why?

Why was he given the flower?

There was a knock at his door and instinctively, Jimin slipped the dried flower underneath his stack of clothes in the closet. "Yes?" Jimin opened the door and was met with his mother who looked nothing like her usual self.

She seemed to be filled with exhaustion and Jimin noticed the faint look of grief on his mother's face. Chaeyoung's future seemed to take a toll on his mother and Jimin sighed heavily, the urge to fight his father only grew with time.

"Is something wrong, Mother?" he asked gently.

She shook her head and smiled but anyone could see how sad the smile was. "I was wondering if Chaeyoung was here."

Jimin craned his neck slightly to look around the house and outside. "She must be out to meet her friend," he said with a soft smile.

Her mother's frown remained although she seemed to try her best to hide it. "So he came again."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Koo Junhoe is assigned to heal quite a number of patients today. Chaeyoung is out with someone else, I think."

His mother lifted her eyebrows, frown began to subside as curiosity took place. "As much as I want to say a name, I think Chaeyoung wouldn't appreciate it if I spill something," Jimin chuckled.

*

Chaeyoung bowed her head to Jungkook's grandfather when the old man left her to wait for Jungkook in his house. His grandfather had gone to somewhere else to train himself and Jungkook told her to wait in his house while he helped his Newcomer friend to walk as they'd head there together.

Jungkook told her that the Newcomer who was also his sparring partner might need her healing ability for him to be able to walk properly again and Chaeyoung was exhilarated to gain a new patient to heal. When the two men arrived with Jungkook supporting his friend from his side while the latter limped himself into the house, Chaeyoung immediately grabbed a chair for him to sit. As soon as the man was seated with a groan, her eyes instantly landed on his leg. His pants were too tight for it to be rolled up.

"Is it possible for you to change your pants?" she asked the Newcomer politely. "Perhaps, just wrap a cloth around your waist for the time being. Do you have a wide cloth, Jungkook?"

"There's no need for that," Jungkook said, his face flat as he took a knife and before the Newcomer could say anything, Jungkook cut the pants up until where the wound ended.

Chaeyoung blinked her eyes in surprise and cleared her throat, inspecting the large wound at the man's calf. There was another at his ankle after he kicked off his boot. "How did you get all these?" she asked, brows deeply knitted.

When she looked up at the Newcomer, the latter glanced at Jungkook. Jungkook frowned. "This is normal as a Newcomer."

Wasting no time, she immediately tried to heal the Newcomer's ankle. Once it was done, she heard Jungkook told her to take a short break and she did. A couple minutes passed, she went back into healing, focusing on the Newcomer's calf. When she opened her eyes and took a deep breath, it was unsurprising to see the mark left on the man's calf despite her success in knitting the flesh back.

"I am sorry," she softly said, her thumb lightly traced the faded scar left there on his skin. "I don't know if Jungkook has told you that –"

"It does not matter," the man smiled at her, "I am thankful enough."

She returned the smile and somehow, she felt Jungkook's eyes on her, on his friend, on them and when she turned to him, Jungkook's lips were tightly pressed against one another, his brows drawn together. She breathed in softly as she took her eyes off Jungkook, looking at the man sitting on the chair.

"Do you have any other wounds that I can heal?" she asked.

"That's all that he has," Jungkook immediately said.

"Actually," the Newcomer shifted himself on the seat, "I have one on my back. Would you like to –"

Jungkook chuckled and it was without a genuine smile, she noticed. "That's about the size of a seed. Why would you even need a healing for that?"

Chaeyoung stared at Jungkook with amusement, finding this side of him interesting. Hiding a smile, she brought herself up on her knees and gestured the Newcomer to show her his back that was wounded.

"Every injury deserves healing, no matter the size," she said. She didn't need to glance at Jungkook to know that he had a scowl on his face.

"Chaeyoung, is it?" the Newcomer asked, and she replied with a soft 'yes'. "I am Yugyeom."

Jungkook's scoff was loud. And then, there was a thud. Jungkook took something that looked like herb from a bowl, placed a stone pot carelessly on the wooden table and tossed the herb into the pot. He filled the pot with water, spilled a little onto the table as he did so before he brought the pot to the stove and started boiling the herb.

She bit on her cheek as she turned away, looking at Yugyeom who had stared at Jungkook with what seemed to be confusion. When Yugyeom finally put his shirt away and Chaeyoung found the wound he told her about, she suppressed her smile.

Just like what Jungkook claimed it to be, it was indeed so small. Perhaps, it was a result of being stabbed by something slightly bigger than a needle but definitely smaller than a knife. Nevertheless, she placed her palm over it and from the corner of her eye, she noticed Jungkook staring at her again.

When she finally finished healing it, Yugyeom thanked her and told her that he was glad Jungkook suggested that he got help from her.

"Can you walk?" Jungkook asked Yugyeom and the latter lightly jumped to test his healed leg.

"Yes," Yugyeom said happily. "If it hadn't been for –"

"Good," Jungkook cut him off. "You can leave."

"What?" Yugyeom's eyes widened just as Jungkook threw him his shirt. "Oh wait, actually it would be wonderful if Chaeyoung can help to heal the wound you inflicted on me." Yugyeom pushed his pants down slightly.

Chaeyoung noticed a long, faded streak just above his pelvic bone and even before she thought to lift her hand, Jungkook's big hand secured hers in his. "No need," he firmly told her.

She would certainly comply with the demand in his eyes as he glared deeply into her eyes. She was never someone who found the greatest joy in teasing despite enjoying it when Taehyung and Jimin teased each other. But Jungkook was intriguing this way, and perhaps, that dared her to challenge the fire in him.

Chaeyoung gently pulled her hand from his grasp, all the while holding his gaze and at that moment, it almost felt like Yugyeom wasn't around as she and Jungkook competed who could stare the longest. Her lips curved into a tiny smile. "To be a Healer, I need to tend to all wounds, Jungkook."

He inhaled deeply, his eyes dark as he, unblinkingly, continued to gaze into her eyes. "That wound is no longer one. He's healed. That's a mere scar."

"Jeon, as what she said, every injury deserves to get healed," Yugyeom said with a wide smile. "Right, Chaeyoung?"

"Yes," she nodded and broke the eye contact with Jungkook.

"I've had far worse wounds," Jungkook told Yugyeom and pointed at the latter's wound. "That is nothing. If you want to get healed for all of your wounds, head over to the Healing Sector just like what your mother asked you to do."

Yugyeom only laughed. "Why would I risk myself to get healed there, abusing my mother's power when Chaeyoung could offer it for free?"

Jungkook's frown got heavier and he pushed Yugyeom out of the house.

"Wouldn't you at least offer me tea?"

"You have enough tea at your own home to drink," Jungkook said and closed the door before Yugyeom could reply. When he turned around, his dark eyes settled on her, but she didn't find it intimidating nor did it frighten her. For some reason, the anger inside of him, the jealousy flashing across his face, they made her chest filled with pleasing warmth.

Jungkook looked away with a heavy sigh, heading toward the boiling herb that Chaeyoung had just realized, began to emanate awful smell. He stirred the herb, uncaring of the splashing water. Her smile lingered on her face.

Slowly, Chaeyoung headed toward him, stood beside him silently, scrunching her nose slightly at the smell of the herb. She looked up at him. Still quiet as ever, he focused on stirring the herb with the dark water spilling over. If he kept doing that, there might be no point to boil the herb.

Gently, her fingers curled around his strong arm and a moment later, he sighed, his stirring ceased. He turned to her after putting out the fire with a flick of his wrist. Jungkook crossed his arms over his front. "What was that all about?"

"What?" she asked, averting her attention to the herb in the pot, "What herb is that?"

"Changing the topic, I see," he snorted, and she could no longer hide her grin, her chuckle freely rolled out of her as his frown deepened. "A charming man, is he?"

"Oh, absolutely charming," she said with a smile, and his brows knitted together. "Charming is all he is."

"Too charming he made you forget your official patient, is he?"

Chaeyoung laughed, her hands reaching out to ease the tense of Jungkook's folded arms. She held his hands firmly as she looked into his eyes, her body leaning into him. For a moment there, the joy of seeing his harmless jealousy took her mind off the troubles of life. It was like how things hadn't gone wrong in the first place.

"I wish you could see yourself now," she said softly.

"Why would you entertain him? He's only trying to charm you, which I hope did not work."

"Perhaps," she grinned, "I was charmed." When Chaeyoung noticed his scowl, she laughed softly again, crossing her wrists behind his neck. "I was just jesting. Please forgive me."

Jungkook sighed softly and as he glanced at the pot, he said, "I hope you remember that I am your official patient."

She stared at him long after making him look at her again. Gently, she asked as she let her hands fall to his chest, "Well, my dear official patient, do you have a new wound?"

Jungkook nodded, pulled up his shirt and pointed to a bruise at his lower rib. The bruise was small in size and when she pressed her thumb against it, he did not react. She looked up at him with a lift of her brow.

He shrugged. "Someone said that every injury deserves to get healed."