A perturbed sigh escaped the lips of the opposition clearing out the air of mystery from my side but the confusion only rose on the other. The person was in extreme curiosity and it was clear.

"Who is it?" He asked in a weighted voice which presented strange anxiousness.

"Kim Ria..." I spat out the name

I could hear shuffling on the other side clearly from the fidgeting of the other person. He was shocked. He was tensed.

"What?!" Namjoon roared out

"Yes..." I replied calmly

"Kim Ria?! Are you out of your mind?!" Namjoon spoke in distress as if I had actually been deprived of my mental balance

My heart began to hammer against my chest as the all the incidents that had occured flashed through my mind. The world was taken by the lust of wealth, which ignites a strange inhumanity within them. Once a person drowns into its traps, there is no point of return. The ones who become a victim of this trap are also crushed under its feet like a discarded cigar. Unfortunately enough, we were a part of it. A prey caught up into its filthy spider web.

"No I am not Namjoon. I have proof but it is not solid enough. We have to collect more evidence for that" I answered his questions whilst adding a little more information to it.

"What do you have?" Namjoon spoke with his detective personality peaking out.

"Some papers. I will show them to you tomorrow. Meet me at my rooftop. That's the only place where we won't be watched" I suggested and a sigh of agreement was heard.

"It's time to put an end to her filthy games on Y/N"

***

The moon continued to loyally state at the girl who had ignored it a while ago. However, the contrast was the girl stared back at it with eyes of piercing agony. How she wished she could lay onto a motherly embrace with her hair being caressed by soft delicate touches while a melodious voice of adventurous stories rang in her ear. The experience never came to her, or she could not remember any.

Strangely, none of the memories of childhood remained within her brain. She could just recall faint visions of white plushies and an unknown silouhete. One that seemed oddly comforting. Maybe because her brain had gone through such stress that she can't even remember the small details of her childhood, something people cherish. Abandonment, Misery and Hatred. That's what she always faced.

She maybe the Y/L/N, among of the most renowned cardiologists. People may bow down their head in respect when she elegantly marched through her hallway. Her monetary value may reach the sky. But did they really make her happy? All she wished was a hint of appreciation from her family, a proud glance at her way. The only thing she received in return of her hard work was a temporary glance from her father, a look of disinterest and disgust from her mother, and abandonment from her brother.
As strange as it may sound, despite living under the same roof, she never saw her brother. She just knows he is someone very successful and that he was admired by her mother who valued his success as a man. However, when Y/N was studying in college his brother would come to visit but when she came back he was gone like the winter wind in the summer. In fact, she never made the effort to contact him thinking he would treat her the same way as others. But something in her heart lingers.

That he is around her.

The door creaked open with Jimin walking in with a mud coloured packet. He knocked before walking in making Y/N sit up from her position, clearly not comfortable in sitting that way infront of a male.

"You feeling better?" Jimin asked in a soft and comforting voice looking at her concern

"Yes I am. Thanks for your help" Y/N said looking the other way.

"My pleasure" Jimin said letting out a small chuckle at her formal behaviour.

"So what would you like for dinner?" Jimin asked positioning himself infront of her on the bed.

Y/N shifted a little with her pulse rate accelerating with the passing seconds of the silver clock. Bringing her legs up to her chest, her eyes flickered around the place thinking of an appropriate answer.

"Anything is fine..." She replied with politeness.

"Oh yeah? How about my member?" Jimin asked with a sardonic smile.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed a little at the question. Bewilderment painting her face as she tried to comprehend the exact meaning of his word. A sudden realisation dawned upon her, making her take a hold of the pillow and hitting Jimin's head with it, whilst fuming in mortification.

Jimin began to laugh in hysteria at her priceless reaction clutching onto his stomach. He blocked the hit of the soft material with his forearm looking at Y/N who stared at him with a pout on her face. His eyes stared at her rounded pink lips, oh how he wished he could devour them this very second. Unfortunately, the boundary was declared and it did not allow him to take that opportunity.

"Who would say you are a professional neurosurgeon?! Your language is no different from a cheap pervert!" Y/N raged

"Oh yeah? Well you love it don't you?" Jimin spoke wriggling his eyebrows.

"Bold of you to assume"

Jimin was about to say something but was cut off by Y/N's ringing phone which she picked up to see the caller. Her face lit up into a small smile making Jimin cock an eyebrow trying to get a glance of the person who is capable enough to lift up her cheekbones.

Y/N: Hello Hoseok?

The cheerful greeting given to the person on the other side of the electronic communicator was enough for a scowl to form on Jimin's face.

Hoseok: Hello Dr.L/N how are you doing?

Y/N: I am doing fine. How about you?

Hoseok: Huh very stressed but I'll live!

Hoseok spoke with a chuckle which was audible enough for Jimin to hear. Jimin made a scrunched up face mocking the jet black haired man on the other side earning him a temporary glare from Y/N.

Y/N: Oh. Work pressure?

Hoseok: Yeah an operation is coming up, so taking preparations for that.

Y/N: Oh good luck

Hoseok: Thanks. When are you returning to work?

Y/N stiffened up a little as she remembered the reason why she took a leave in the first place. Her hands getting fidgety, until she felt a soft hand embracing hers. She looked forward to Jimin gazing at her with a comfortable smile.

Y/N: I'll returning at the end of this week

Hoseok: Great! Okay gotta go. Duty calls. Just wanted to check up on you. Stay well

Y/N: Bye

Hoseok: Bye

The sound of the phone hanging up made Y/N drop her hand onto her lap, as she stared ahead once again drowning into the trauma of the horrendous incident. Suddenly, her pain was replaced by comfort when she felt a comforting embrace.

"It's alright. I am here" Jimin comforted the girl.

They stayed like that for a while before detaching.

"I'll go make dinner" Jimin said patting her hair lovingly.

"Can I help?" Y/N offered making his heart flutter at her expression.

"If you'd like" He said as they got up heading outwards

On the way, a table with photo frames had intruded their way which Jimin ignored but it caught Y/N's attention. A very specific frame did. She picked it up, tracing her fingers over the picture of a woman.

The woman looked jolly wearing her stylish pearl white dress, her hair elegantly tied into a bun. The visible wrinkles by the side of her eyes when she smiled made her look adorable to Y/N. She gave off a homely feeling.

"Hey what's wrong?" Jimin came from behind. His eyes fell upon the frame Y/N was holding making him gulp a gallon of saliva. 

"Nothing. This lady..." Y/N paused

"What about her?" Jimin asked thrusting his hands into his pocket

"She is my patient. I mean she is in a coma, and I am assigned to do check up on her heart weekly. Such a beautiful woman she is" Y/N informed looking at the picture which radiated nothing but cheerful elegance.

"Oh I see" Jimin replied in a somewhat full voice.

"You know her?" Y/N asked turning to her

"Hmm" Jimin replied in nonchalance.

Y/N was never a nosy person but sometimes her curiosity gets the best of her. This was one of these times where she wanted to ask more. Something in her encouraged her to ask further.

"How?" She interrogated.

Jimin stiffened up, despite being mentally prepared for the difficult question. She thought it was time to let her know. She deserved it. With a discontented sigh escaping his lips, he surprised Y/N.

"She is my mother"

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Sorry for being late...
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