Seokjin sat stiffly in the desk chair as he analyzes patient's state of health and documents stating the propositions of expanding the chains of hospitals he owned.

Occasionally, he would catch himself slouching, and so he straightened up, pushing his shoulder backwards, sitting taller and more erect. He notified hisself that he didn't want to wind up as some hunch back old man in a few decades time, but within a few more minutes, he had forgotten, resuming his slouching posture... until he receives a soft tap on the shoulder from (Y/N).

"Thanks," he mutters lowly and went straight back to his work, though from time to time he would sneak a few glances towards (Y/N)'s way.

He would watch the way she carefully taps Jungkook's forehead with a towel or the way she replaces the cold wet towel when it's beginning to turn warm due to Jungkook's blazing temperature.

Jungkook has a fever— that's what Seokjin's analysis declared it to be anyways. But... the blond headed doctor found a small yet intricate detail to be odd... hence why he persisted Jungkook to stay in his office to observe his condition. And (Y/N) being the "stubborn" and "ungrateful brat for refusing the rest of the day off" argued—fought actually— Seokjin that she should stay within Jungkook's perimeters.

"Aren't you hungry, Seokjin? I could always fix something for you in the kitchen. You haven't ate anything..."

Seokjin glances up at (Y/N)'s figure in front of his desk with a straight, stoic face. "I'm not hungry. I have too much work to do—"

"And here I thought that you were a doctor," (Y/N) crosses her arms, her statement passively questioning the liability of his work.

"And what's that suppose to mean?" The male responds with a slight scowl. "Don't question me, (Y/N). I know it's not proper to starve. It doesn't mean I don't want to eat, I'm disregarding my health... I'm simply not hungry."

"That's true, but you just think you're not hungry. With the amount of work you're doing, you are too distracted to feel the signals your brain is giving you. If you truly don't want to eat a full meal then that's okay, but at least have some snack and that's final." (Y/N) lightly ticked Seokjin's forehead, lips playing a smirk as she won another argument with the egotistical king who's usually too obstinate to admit he lost. "I'll be right back with the snacks."

His mouth twitched, and (Y/N) was sure that he was fighting a smile.

Seokjin releases the breath he didn't even know he was holding as (Y/N) left his office. The time rushes by in a blur. This feeling... it goes by fast, yet slow, almost suspended. Then the impact. The realization. It electrified him to the bones.

His golden eyes travels to the wooden frame (Y/N) had been eyeing. She wasn't discreet. Her gandering would either be too long or plain noticeable.

"Curious girl..." he whispers as he lifts the object containing a single photograph.

Looking at this again was all it took for the tears to burst Seokjin's dam of restraint. He clutched the solid frame tight in his hand, able to see a ghostly reflection of an older man cradling a boy, age not above ten, in the thin sheen of glass that covered it. He looked past his own dreary eyes and stared upon the older man's face that had been caught in a moment of perfection. The happiest memories hurts the worst, they were the ones that cut him the deepest. He focused in on his father's eyes; they were glistening with the twinkle of laughter that he once loved. Now they laughed at him. They reminded him of what he had lost.

"I got fruits and vegeta—" (Y/N) freezes at the sight of Seokjin weeping, pressing the frame hard to his chest.

"G-get out for now... please." The blonde curses to himself for looking so weak. This isn't him. He's strong. He was told to be strong and not let anything break him.

Once the realization of the scene had managed to soak through, (Y/N) gave him a nod before settling the platter of fruits and vegetables down his desk, closing the door behind her as she exits his room. Thinking that (Y/N) really did leave, Seokjin sinks down his chair. He was numb, yet somehow in agony.

The day slowly seeps by in a blink of an eye and it was time to bring Jungkook to his own room. Upon opening the door to let the butlers in to carry Jungkook out, Seokjin's mouth fell open. A handful of colorful sticky notes plasters his door, all with signature of (Y/N)'s.

"What do you call a thieving alligator? A crookodile."

"How do you heal a sick bird? With proper tweetment. Wait that's a little stupid."

"It is," a chuckle passes his lips.

"If you wear cowboy clothes, you're ranch dressing. —PS: Don't kill me if these are bad, I'm trying my best here."

"If you were a fruit, you'd a fine-Apple. Get it? I find that one amazing."

"Ducks have feathers to cover their butt quaks.—LOL... cause you know... quack quack?"

To his surprise, Seokjin heard his own laughter. A high-pitched windshield laughter that ripples on the silence of the halls. The butlers eyed at each other with perplexed expressions as they carry out their young master.

"I hope I cheered you up a little bit... next time when you need someone to lean your shoulder into, call me. You shouldn't push someone away because you want to appear strong. You don't have to be the multi-millionaire Kim Seok Jin everyone knows. Remember that. Get some rest, and EAT... please.

—(Y/N)"

"Stubborn and ungrateful brat," Seokjin smiles sweetly, tucking the post-it notes in safe box.

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June 14, 2019
Friday

Jungkook isn't getting any better.

For these past three days, (Y/N) didn't dare take her eyes off her friend. She requested Namjoon to take her vacation days off to take care of Jungkook and to her luck, he agreed. This just means (Y/N) has to work extra hard to prove Namjoon she isn't just using Jungkook's sickness as an advantage to get out of work.

(Y/N) sighs. Her position, lower half body on the floor and the upper half on his bed, wasn't incredibly comfortable, but she doesn't mind.

"Noona...?" Jungkook lets out a painful groan. His hands, feeling heavy and strain, shifts around in search for (Y/N)'s. Finding her hands to be not around his perimeters, he forcefully opened his deep alluring eyes. The flecks of gold dancing within the deep swirls of earthy brown captivated (Y/N).

"I'm here Kookie. What do you need?"

'You.' He wanted to say. 'I only need you.'

He has to say it. Jungkook has to confess now or someone will take his noona away from him.

The hazelnut haired male rose unsteadily in a sitting position. Intertwining his digits with (Y/N)'s and leaving sultry kiss on the head of her palm.

"J-Jungkook you're still sick. You.. you should lay down. Already, the adrenaline courses unchecked in her veins, urging her to leave the room. Sure it's just Jungkook and she knows for a fact he wouldn't harm her, but the aura of this situation is working against her beliefs.

"Noona... for a long time now I've been feeling confused. Every time I look at you, I always thought that you were my best friend who I could always count on. Noona I—"

'Hypnosis comes different for all people. They can break or it won't become effective if used multiple times in one person.'

"Jungkook please. P-Please don't say it." She knows what he's about to say— it terrified her. (Y/N)'s body reacted like there's a gun to her head; her muscles are frozen in place but filled with such prickling pressure she wanted to run until her body is empty— put as much distance between herself and Jungkook.

The male grips her hands tighter.

"(Y/N), I love you."

The color drained out of her face.

'Hypnosis comes different for all people. They can break or it won't become effective if used multiple times in one person.'

Jimin broke from his hypnosis due to his sheer will of breaking free from his mother's grasps. And (Y/N)... is breaking from the hypnosis for all the wrong reasons. Memories. They were coming back. They're coming back because of those three words. She can't escape or hide from them; it was the worst kind of a monster.

This situation felt a too familiar. '(Y/N), I love you.' Her ex-boyfriend's, more like a demon crawling from hell, rings in her head, as if it was a reoccurring nightmare. '(Y/N) do you accept my feelings?' The voice continues to raise its volume, growing more and more aggressive. '(Y/N) I love you so much~ would you like to live with me?'

Prying her hands off Jungkook's grasp, she hastily exited the room with a horrendous look expression blemishing her face.

'(Y/N) you're so pretty, I don't want any other men looking at you.... WHO WAS THAT MAN??.... My dear girl, you're too beautiful for your own good. I love the makeup in your face. Red lips, beautiful red lips.... I'm sorry! Don't run away from me, can't you see I'm good??.... I'm sorry that I have to do this to you and your delicate skin—"

The past were pin point needles piercing her delicate skin. She couldn't scream nor fight back, she had to endure the pain as the picture of his face... face... his face flashed through her mind.

'Just hold still my dearest, we don't want your milky skin to be scratched up don't we?.... Winter is coming, I bet you don't want any clothes on so your body can be free and generate its own heat!'

(Y/N) collapsed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins; if the female could curl up into a ball, she wouldn't have to face real life, she'd be protected from everything. But she'd still have to live with herself, with the wretched memories swirling around her head... changing and rewiring everything she had known.

Her eyes, red and puffy from crying, squeezed shut to push more tears out. (Y/N) let her head fall down to her knees, and pulled her legs closer to herself.

"No— I don't want these back. Please don't bring these back," she cries out loud, tears streaming down like an overflowing waterfall.

"(Y/N)?!" A familiar voice rang at the other side of the hall. "Are you alright? What happened? Your screams— what happened?"

"Don't, please don't approach me Namjoon. Not right now. Not ever. I want to go. I'm going to quit. I can't! I'm sorry but I can't deal with some of the boys anymore."

Namjoon didn't listen. For a moment, he saw something malice in her eyes, but he brushed it off and carried the girl bridal style into her sleeping quarters. She lies in her bed, turning into a different direction so she won't face Namjoon directly in the face.

"If you want to quit, then go... but consider this (Y/N). What's your new job going to be? Where are you going to live? Yoonah— Yoonah wanted the best for you. She went out her way to get this job and I don't think she's going to be happy if her dear friend betrayed her work because you wanted to leave for some reason." Namjoon's words dig a deep hole in the girl's mind. Her conscious is now filled with worries and hesitation of her sudden decision of quitting this job.

(Y/N) squinted her eyes before turning to face Namjoon.

"You're a wonderful girl, (Y/N). I sometimes envy when you spend more times with the other boys," he chuckles lightly. "I envy it when all they do to you is hurt your mind, but you still stay with them, trying to understand them when none of them deserves your priceless attention."

(Y/N) bites her lips.

"But Namjoon—"

"If it's about the boys then don't talk or interact with them. Do your tasks just like how you've been doing for the past couple of days. And I'm your friend... right? I'm here for you."

"Won't they suspect anything if I'm only talking to you—"

"(Y/N), I'm the head of this house. I'm the man who controls everything and everyone so they wouldn't question us," Namjoon squeezes (Y/N)'s little hands softly, trying to persuade her by his words. "It's fine, you don't need them. All you need is me."

She looked at Namjoon like she was unsure. His comment was so out of character, so far what she knows of him. Since the first day that they've met, Namjoon's nature seemed loving and sincere and has always brought his brothers into the picture when she needed help. (Y/N)'s brain formulated no thoughts other than to register that she was on shock, she was confused. Namjoon smiled to himself as the girl's sense of doubt is slowly draining away from her body. Her mind is weak.

And Namjoon liked that.

"Alright. I won't talk or do anything physical with them. All I need is you right? You helped me get this job. You're-you're helping me right now! Yoonah trusts you so I should trust you right? All I need is you?" Her voice quakes as her eyes drifted into Namjoon's reassuring smile.

"Right... all you need is me."