Your alibi couldn't be more impeccable, seeing that you spent the night at Taehyung's place. It's not like you need to use it though.

At four in the morning, Mina walked into the police station covered in Jimin's blood, confessing that she had brutally murdered him in his flat that evening.

The shocking news is quaking the whole nation with Mina's phlegmatic face being repeatedly plastered on television and social media. She's currently held in custody and is under further interrogation.

You're peacefully watching her life being utterly destroyed and you don't feel guilty at all. Yes, she'll be convicted for a crime she absolutely didn't commit, but it's not like that's your problem.

Sometimes it's just better not to interfere in certain matters. This one in particular.

You can't venture into the police station and claim that a grim reaper shredded your roommate into pieces out of fucking jealousy. You can immediately say hello to the psychiatric ward.

Your disturbing selfishness and the lack of any empathy towards Mina is immensely concerning to you. The small sphere of dark emotions you're keeping buried deep inside you is threatening to come to life and that's scaring the absolute crap out of you.

To your genuine surprise, the company Jimin worked for prohibited Hoseok and the rest of the members to contact you. Instead, immediately after the news, the company sent you an apologetic email where they spewed some shit about them keeping their members safe.

Bullshit.

Swiping your tongue over your upper teeth, you let your nose detect the repulsive smell of a very powerful woman's perfume as you make your way through the hospital. Your eyelids flutter, causing your lips to part slightly as you take in a deep breath.

What you could describe as not exactly girly sneeze rumbles through you, soon followed by another one. Ugh, disgusting.

"Bless you." A deep chuckle right by your ear causes your whole body to spring up as your terrified glance flickers over the towering figure next to you.

Taehyung's amused orbs are staring right back at you, one of his dark slender eyebrows raising expectantly. He's giving it his all not to burst out laughing, the noticeable twitching of the corners of his lips being an obvious clue to his true intentions.

He fails miserably when he sees your vexed expression. "You need to stop doing that. Can't you at least act like you're human?" You sigh desperately, smacking his strained bicep.

"No," He growls at you, causing your eyebrow to slant in strong disapproval as he draws his hawkish gaze over your figure, simultaneously rubbing the place on his arm where you unleashed your wrath upon him.

What is this bitch doing, talking with him? Jesus, I hate the fact that I have to ask her for help. I can't rule out her proven skills. It's so damn frustrating.

Oh, now this is unexpected.

Your eyes cross in exasperation as you let out a displeased groan before you lever your glowering look at Dr Ko.

Her hips are unnaturally swaying from side to side as she tries to bring Taehyung's attention to herself while she's walking down the hallway, swiftly running her fingers through her hair that's left unbound to tumble down to her shoulders.

I'll leave you girls to it, I'm not in the mood to handle all the drama. Good luck, cupcake.

Just as you're about to turn around, grab Taehyung by the collar and make him stay with you for moral support, his long strides are already carrying him to the other end of the hallway.

God fucking dammit! You'll hang him on the nearest tree the next time you see him so that he can serve as an example for the kids and show them how they shouldn't behave towards others.

A polite smile adorns your lips, completely at odds with your not so courteous thoughts. "Dr Ko, how can I help you?" You lightly bow to her, trying to be as respectful as you can.

She is your superior after all.

Why didn't I just send someone else to ask her instead? I can see the hatred in her gaze, her manners are not convincing at all. Ah, I'm getting old, I should stop playing around with girls her age.

Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you try to keep your laughter at bay as you shift your lighthearted stare to her unrelenting expression. She glares back at you, attempting to give off an authoritative aura.

Clearing her throat, she lifts her eyebrows and puckers her lips, pushing her chin up so that she can look at you from above. She's almost half a head shorter than you so the situation is seriously starting to look comical.

"You know, you should consider yourself lucky that I'm going out of my way to ask you this." Before you can answer, she points her index finger at you as her childish voice flows in your ears once again.

"Will you be my assistant for the surgery of the little patient with the dysembryoplastic neuroepithelial tumour? I could use your ravishing skills." The mockery is evident in her tone, causing your teeth to sink into your bottom lip.

Glancing sideways, you clear your throat and sigh deeply before tilting your head back towards her. "I sincerely apologise, Dr Ko, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to accept your request. My patients are waiting for me."

The way your lips spread to show off a fake smile almost causes you to feel aversion towards yourself because, at that moment, your contempt towards her couldn't be more obvious.

Dr Ko's lips thin out into a line before she avoids your gaze and nods lightly, burying her hands in the pockets of her white robe. "I see, you should check their condition." Her voice is barely above a whisper now.

I knew it. I shouldn't have asked her, what was I expecting to happen? It's fine, I'll do it without her just as successfully.

All of her previous arrogance is gone. Her slim shoulders are slumped, her expression becoming a mixture of anger, misery and disappointment.

She looks worn out, even though she's only a couple of years older than you. The exhaustion shown in the dark bags under her eyes isn't suiting her. It seems like her new position is taking a great toll on her well-being.

"Oh, is that a grey hair I see? You should definitely take more care of your health, Dr Ko, I don't want to see you strain yourself beyond your limits. I'll take my leave now."

With a swift bow, you excuse yourself from her presence and head past her, your shoulder gently grazing her own. A dull ache rushes through you, clenching your heart like a snake that finally catches its prey.

You wonder if what you've said is too much. It's not her fault that she's in love with Taehyung, no one can control their emotions.

That's one of the main reasons Jimin isn't at his practice today, eagerly waiting for your phone call so that he can drag Hobi with him to the hospital and lead your little group out for lunch.

No, you won't cry. You can't. Focus on your work, that's the most important thing right now.

You roll back your shoulders while breathing in deeply, hearing the soft cracking of your spinal joints. Letting your legs carry you towards the two teenage patients waiting for you, you try and shift your thoughts away from Jimin.

As you climb the last flight of stairs, your eyes wander towards the flashing light that's coming from the window. The lowly set thunderclouds are invading the sky as it's slowly being drained of its subtle hue, allowing the murkiness to take over.

The low rumble of the thunder raises the fine hairs on the nape of your neck as it passes through the whole building, causing you to stop and stare at it before it inevitably crashes down on the city.

A picture of Taehyung's eyes appears in your mind all of a sudden. He's exactly like this thunderstorm that's enticing you to come closer and admire it while it absolutely terrifies you to your bones.

With a light knock, you slide the doors open and peek inside the room, an endearing smile forming on your lips as you anchor your attention on the two girls that are peacefully sleeping in their beds.

Their consciousness is swirling in the world of dreams and making them oblivious to the physical world and all the misfortune that's waiting for them in it.

You take a step inside the room, swiping your tongue over your upper lip as you try and remain as quiet as possible. Not wanting to disturb the tranquil atmosphere, you gently make your way towards their beds.

Briefly checking their medical records, you sit in one of the empty chairs and release a sigh of relief when you notice that Taehyung started running the exact tests you were planning on ordering.

You let your heavy eyelids coat your eyes as a continuous hum of droplets lightly tapping against the window fills your ears, soon turning into a wild downpour. The soothing melody of nature is positively affecting your agitated mind.

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Intense lights of the OR are almost burning your retinas as they shine their concentrated beam towards the operating table. The alarming high-pitched beeps coming from the vital signs monitor are echoing through the sterile air.

Dr Ko is slouched over the patient, yelling at her subordinates as she tries to save the boy lying underneath her. With one wrong move of her hand, she grazes one of the many branches of the vertebrobasilar artery with the scalpel.

The young boy dies within minutes due to human error during the surgery.

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Your fingers are tightly clenched around the medical records, the dramatic vision still embedded in your mind like a permanent tattoo. An intense shiver roars through your whole being as thunder lights up the dimmed room in a flash.

You need to move, right now.

Leaping out of the chair, you toss the medical records as a frisbee to the nearest vacant bed before you barge out of the room, determined to stop the operation at all costs. Even interfering will be sufficient at this point.

Your mind is in overdrive as you push past the agitated hospital residents which are nothing more than a hindrance that's trying to get in your way of saving that boy's life.

The tightening in your throat is causing you to take large gulps of air while you get to the first flight of stairs, clinging to the railing like it's your last life source as you fly over the concrete steps. 

Frantically glancing around, you try to spot anyone from the staff. A young medical intern is just about to pass you with his hands full of various files. "Hey, you! Yes, you! Has Dr Ko started the brain tumour operation?"

The words escape your lips in a slur, causing the intern to cock his head to the side and knit his bushy brows in a confused frown. Inhaling a sharp breath through your gritted teeth, you grab the sleeve of his robe and tug on it desperately.

"Has Dr Ko started the fucking brain tumour operation?" Fury is seeping out of your whole being as you repeat the question, your penetrating gaze probing the poor intern's soul.

He hesitates for a moment before nodding, watching you until distance obscures your figure for him as you start sprinting towards the OR with determination written in your fiery glare.

There's a bulky guy shaped like a rectangle and almost two heads taller than you standing in front of one of the operation rooms. His Herculean arms are loosely crossed over his chest as he's dozing off, the repeated bobbing of his head waking him up from time to time.

He is the notorious security guard, one of the strongest and simultaneously dumbest in the hospital. A literal definition of a caveman.

Sucking in a breath, your lips thin out into a line when you walk past him, carefully opening the door wide enough to barely squeeze yourself through.

The bile in your neck is threatening to cut out your oxygen supply when he snaps himself out of his daze once again, incoherent words slipping past his thin lips. Before he can notice you, you manage to wedge yourself through.

Covering your mouth with your hands, you let out a deep breath you didn't even realise you were holding. Okay, you're here.

Not even once in your life were you this fast. In what seems only a blink of an eye, you're all sterilised and ready to enter the OR. Just as you're about to do exactly that, you feel a large hand wrapping around your bicep.

"Doctor, you can't come inside, the dean has given strict rules." The security guard turns you around with ease, his eyes flat black, dispassioned as bullets piercing through the tender flesh.

Screaming. Hitting. Biting. Squirming.

Your body is completely out of your control, no room is left for rationality or ethics. The only thought fixated in your mind being the unyielding desire to keep the boy among the living. Plain and simple.

You can feel your primal responses kicking in, increasing your heart rate beyond what you thought was humanly possible as added adrenaline floods your veins.

He's already inside. You can sense him.

At one moment, you're even expecting his dark aura to ooze out of the room and consume you whole, the intensity of it is unbearable. 

Not again, please!

As soon as you finally rip yourself away from the guard the doors swing open, showing Dr Ko completely covered in blood. She's purposefully evading your untamed stare as she walks past you and starts taking off the protective attire.

Sweat trickles down your temple as you stay as still as possible.

It's your fault. The young boy's death is your fault. Jimin's death is your fault. You're nothing more than a piece of meat that's unable to do the right thing at a crucial moment. Completely useless.

You can't hold the emotional weight crushing your whole being, so you let yourself fall to the floor in a dishevelled heap as your remorse pours out in a flood of uncontrollable tears.

You feel long fingers wrapping around your chin and lifting your face. Despite your blurry vision, you can discern the features of the man crouching next to you.

"Ariadne, karma does exist in this world. For each choice you make, be it a small one or a very important one, there will be consequences afterwards. Some of them are positive and some of them not so much."

His deep baritone is compassionate, his words effortlessly making their way to your mind where they swirl around in an endless spiral.

"That's what makes our lives for what they are. Maybe if you'd looked past your insecurities and decided to help Dr Ko, the boy would still be alive. Then again, he could've died even if you were there to help. You'll never know because this was the path you chose to take."

A light sigh escapes his throat as his thumb slides over your trembling lips before he places his hands on your sides and pulls you closer to him, letting you nestle your face in the crook of his neck.

You mumble disjointed apologies in the fabric of Taehyung's white robe as you choke on your sobs, your nails digging in his back as you try and press yourself closer to him, drowning yourself in the warmth and comfort radiating off of him.

This is the moment when you realise what everyone you had the chance to speak with was saying when they were telling you that hating yourself is one of the worst feelings anyone can ever experience.

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It's been a while, right? Tell me what you think about this one, I'm so curious! You know that every opinion and vote you leave means so much to me!

Lots of love, Dorami

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