It had been two days since you had returned which you had been unconscious most for, and Jungkook had waited patiently (or...not so patiently) for you to come and visit him. You still had yet to do that. 

It was midday and Jungkook was finished with his therapy appointment with Jisoo which had included using a metronome. It had been used to send him off into a trance, to get him to focus on his breathing, his heartbeat and his mind, to settle his fears and worries and to practice going into a state of calm. Jisoo had tried to coach him to flush out his mind and cleanse it in a way. She had been in a hurry and forgot to mention anything about lunch to him when she left. So, with a growling stomach, he made his way out of his room hesitantly and to the kitchen in the patient's wing. 

To his luck, the kitchen was empty. He had no idea where to start, or what he even wanted to eat. How hard could making a simple breakfast be?

..

...

...It turned out to be more difficult than it should have been. The young man had made a mess rather quickly and wasted some food that was either burnt or dropped on the floor. 

He wasn't usually this clumsy...things typically came naturally to Jungkook, be it sports, games or other activities. Whilst he had just had a session that was meant to calm his mind, he couldn't seem to focus at all at the current moment. Jungkook's stomach grumbled again, another painfully clear reminder of his hunger. He let out a frustrated groan. 

During his disgruntled situation, a second person walked through the doors of the kitchen, immediately eyeing the mess with distaste. 

"What on earth have you been doing in here?"

Jungkook jumped at the voice and snapped his head to the direction it came from.

The man standing in the doorway had light brown hair, brown eyes, perfect plump lips and a model's chiselled face. Another distinct feature was his broad shoulders, and taller stature, slightly taller than Jungkook. This must be Kim Seokjin, the other patient that lived in the building along side himself. 

The other one, that you treated. The other one who had your attention.

"What are you doing?" the older male asked again with an unimpressed face.

"...I was hungry," Jungkook replied with averted eyes. Seokjin's eye scrutinised the younger male, and the mess he had made. With a look of haughty disdain, he breathed in through his nose and squared his shoulder's pompously.

Jin had been beginning to feel stuffy and claustrophobic in his room so he had decided to take a short walk around the building and possibly whip up a quick snack only to run into Jungkook. Part of him felt pitiful at the sight he had found, so, as the gracious person he was decided he would help. 

"Someone like you hasn't the talent to make a decent meal. As an expert, I'll show you how its done, just don't touch anything with those clumsy hands of yours," he said rolling up his sleeves as he moved forward.

"I don't need any help, I'm perfectly abl-" a crackle from the microwave cut Jungkook short followed by the smell of smoke.

Seokjin sighed. "Move aside, let a professional do it because you're obviously incompetent."

Jungkook pouted but moved over silently, watching Seokjin clean and work swiftly like a magician in the kitchen with the limited sources of food they had to work with. 

He had managed to whip up something quickly and as Jungkook sat at the table and dug into his breakfast his taste-buds exploded in bliss from the flavours. The younger was in awe with how Jin had managed to make something so delicious and so quickly. On top of that, the kitchen was now spotless.

The chair scraped against the floor as Jin took a seat opposite lacing his hands together on the table in front of him. 

"This is amazing."

"Well of course it is. It was made by me after all." 

"You're a little up you're own ass aren't you?" Jungkook said blandly before he could bite his tongue.

Jin's brows pinched together as he gasped in horror. "Yah! Excuse me young man, is that anyway to talk to your elders? And one that has just made you a perfectly delicious meal?"

"Tch, the utter disrespect," Seokjin fumed under his breath. "My talents are wasted on this brat."

With a slight roll of his eyes, Jungkook bowed his head and apologised. The meal was really good he had to admit. Something that a head chef at a five star restaurant would make. Best thing he had eaten in a while. However not wanting to feed this man's already oversized ego, Jungkook only thanked him without mentioning how much he enjoyed it.

"Apology accepted, but you need to remember your manners next time young man."

The two made awkward chatter for bit, something around the two a little tense, mostly consisting of Seokjin criticising Jungkook or complaining about his lack of understanding with making food.

Jungkook hated to admit, but it was somewhat refreshing to talk to someone new for a change albeit being slightly awkward and despite the jealousy he still had for the elder over you.

Jungkook couldn't help but wonder about the reason that Seokjin was in this facility. What was his story? He had heard briefly from Jisoo that Seokjin had been here longer than him and that he was here under similar circumstances, but that deep, hollow empty look in the elder's eyes told Jungkook that Seokjin had had it much worse than himself. From one look at the handsome man's face, it was undeniable, and it made Jungkook curious. How long had he been kept in rehabilitation for?

However Jungkook felt that it would be rude to ask since the two had only just met, so he kept quiet, hanging onto the curiosity and questions dancing on his tongue. The constant nagging about manners being hammered into Jungkook's brain seemed to be working...

While feeling envious that this man's therapist was you, Jungkook's mind wandered, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Can you teach me how to make cookies? I heard they're a nice gift for someone who isn't feeling well,"

The younger male thought back to the moment a few days ago when he saw you collapse on the stairs, clearly remembering the panic that had struck through his chest like a punch. His reflexes had acted lightning fast to that panic and before you could tumble down the staircase and hurt yourself, he had managed to catch you.

Jin was pleasantly surprised. He had been back in his element while cooking. It kept his mind of a few things and he was secretly enjoying himself. He couldn't say no to the request.

"Of course. Your's won't match up to the quality of mine but I'm sure they will be adequate enough as you've been instructed by yours truly."

The mouth watering scent of cookie dough filled the kitchen as Jin guided Jungkook through the process, making the sugary dough and preparing the chocolate chips to sprinkle on afterwards. For the time being, the two busied themselves and momentarily forgot their troubles, taking a break from the darkness that ailed them.

After the timer dinged, the eldest bent over to take them out of the oven, the heat from opening the oven door escaping and blowing over his face. He went on to question as he straightened, "Who're they for, might I ask?" 

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "Ah, um a lady here, she saved me from something horrible. She works as a therapist too. You will know her. Her name's (Y/n)."

The tray of cookies slipped from Seokjin's grasp.

You had taken the rest of the day slowly which consisted of you napping, reading and watching t.v, yet you couldn't seem to sit still. You wanted to be working, to be doing something. You had reconciled with Shihyuk who had drawn you into a hug before he had started scolding you. You had also been doted on my Jackson and Yugyeom who had stocked the main fridge with your favourite treats and desserts, telling you to take it easy. You had also been making sure to keep drinking the nettle and calendula tea Soyeon had given you.

You found that you couldn't fully relax properly. That was until you found yourself bumping into a familiar someone on your pondering wonders around the facility. 

"Hello (Y/n)."

"Soyeon!" You stated in surprise at the blonde female. "What are you doing here? N-not that its a bad thing, I'm just surprised."

She chuckled softly, smiling brightly.

"Mr. Bang called me here after you failed to wake up, thinking I could help," she explained. "And I'm here to check on you again now that you've woken up."

Without warning she strode forward, linked her arm with yours and lead you outside to the garden area behind the building where she walked along side you.

"So tell me, how are you feeling? I'm sure you know how worried everyone was."

You nodded your head sheepishly. "I do, and I'm sorry to have worried you all. I'm feeling fine now."

Soyeon gave you a pointed look.

"You forget that I just know things, so don't think about trying to cover up anything."

"No seriously, Soyeon. I don't feel much different than normal. Yes I felt horrible a few days ago but right now nothing's out of the ordinary."

"For now perhaps. But later on you may start to-," she paused to find the right words, "experience some things. Of what exactly I can't say, but don't be alarmed when you start to feel off. You may start experiencing mild hallucinations or...loss of memory."

"That's very...vague and worrying," you commented with a frown. You couldn't say that anything like that had happened to you. It put a sense of unease in your gut.

"I know, but as I've been looking into your situation I've been finding it difficult to find anything on it. I'll keep in touch when I leave but for now, that's all I can tell you I'm afraid," she said shrugging her shoulders.

As the two of you walked, you noticed how the garden was overgrown with its grass, weeds, bushes and what you hadn't noticed before- roses. Deep red roses bloomed in patches around the garden wildly. They were beautiful. Unfortunately, no one really had the time to tend to the garden.

"I'm kinda curious. What did you do to help me while I was asleep?" You questioned as you skimmed your fingers over the smooth velvety petals of one of the roses.

"Call me a witch, call me a wiccan, whatever you like, which I'm not by the by- but I used some natural remedies that spiritual healers would use. It's worked but it's only temporary, so don't go thinking that you're out of the woods just yet."

During your conversation with Soyeon, your eyes caught sight of movement in one of the higher windows of the building. Squinting your eyes you saw that it was a person, a man reading a book. It was one of your patients. Seokjin. You suddenly recalled that his room was garden facing after all.

Straight away, his eyes found your form, as if being drawn to you like a magnet from his reading. He caught your gaze and for some reason, your breath hitched.

Soyeon spoke up, snatching back your attention from the window above.

"You need to listen to me while I say this," she began seriously, finishing the short loop you both took around the garden and back into the building. "Do not perform another exorcism for the time being. Remember like I said last time, think of it as an open wound- your soul has been torn and you're exposed to all sorts of infections."

She halted outside of Mr. Bang's door and turned to you. 

"Now, you need to go take a relaxing day off and rest. I need to go and speak to Shihyuk before I leave."

"Thank you for coming Soyeon."

The blonde startled you by pulling you into a quick hug. She hadn't seemed like the hugging type to you honestly. 

"Don't mention it. We're friends after all."

You returned her smile.

Soyeon's smile faded as she watched you walk out of sight, the familiar feeling of worry weighing like a sinking pebble in her gut. When you had told her that you were fine, she had believed you, but that didn't mean you would be soon. She had felt the disarray of your spirit when she had turned up to look after you upon Bang's request while you had been unconscious. 

She turned and knocked on the office door before entering.

Inside was Shihyuk Bang himself at his large desk and Jackson off to the side, idly flicking through papers.

"How does she seem?" Shihyuk asked.

"Stable, she's ok," the blonde replied, leaning the side of her hip against the desk.

"I want to know more about what's happening to (Y/n). How does this affect her in the long run?"

"Her soul will repair itself, it just needs time to lace itself back together. She will be fine as long as she doesn't take part in any exorcisms."

Bang Shihyuk nodded with a sigh, taking of his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Is there anything else about this matter? I can't seem to find anything in my books about it at all."

"Trust me, I'm looking," she said, trailing her eyes along the many old books on the shelves.

"Shame the internet won't be any use," Jackson piped in. "You'd probably just find that she's turning into a vampire or something."

"It's just a little worrying, that not one, but two of these things that (Y/n) has exorcised have been that powerful. I mean, something like that is rare even for one to show up. But two in one city?" The female pondered, tapping a black gold flecked nail against the wood.

"There's one other thing I'm curious about that you failed to mention to me," Soyeon said, eyes ever so slightly narrowing in suspicion. 

"Like what?" Jackson said irritated. He hesitated in his unexplained coldness towards Soyeon from one look from her.

Jackson felt like he was staring down at a lion, and felt suddenly very intimidated. Soyeon had that about her that was like a switch, a single stare could have someone on edge or self-conscious.

"Her 'gift'."

Shihyuk and Jackson shared a glance.

"What about it?" Bang questioned slowly, not surprised that Soyeon had found out about that small detail.

"It's a spiritual gift, that I sensed about her the first time I met (Y/n), but it also puts her at risk. It makes her a target," Soyeon said.

"But aren't you like clairvoyant or something too?"

Soyeon rolled her eyes before tilting her head towards Jackson, eyelids drooped in annoyance. 

"Yes but in this case its not the same thing. I can't touch someone and see their past flash before my eyes. I have feelings instead, like a 6th sense." 

"So...ESP," Jackson shrugged.

Soyeon closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, refraining from punching the male in the face. 

"Call it what you will," the blonde said not sparing Jackson a glance as she spoke, "but its still a little different than what (Y/n) has. You will need to keep an eye on her because things might be drawn to that." The two men in the room nodded in agreement.

"One more thing," Soyeon started, "That mark on the back of her neck, how long has she had that?" 

Shihyuk and Jackson simultaneously sent Soyeon a puzzled look. "It's a birthmark. So since she was born," Shihyuk answered.

Soyeon shook her head. "No. I feel something more ominous about it. What ever it is, it's no birthmark."

Evening soon fell and everyone in the facility retired to their rooms for the night and Soyeon had headed back to her cafe. Jisoo and Yugyeom had checked that the patients were comfortable and in their rooms before lights out. 

You had returned to your bed, feeling as though you had been using it too much lately. You felt tired but sleep didn't seem to want to know you and you found yourself staring up at your ceiling deep in your thoughts.

A faint knock on your door grabbed your attention and had you sitting up. Who on earth would that be at this time of night? You got up throwing on a sweatshirt before answering the door, not expecting to see the person who stood somewhat timidly behind it.

For some reason his face was surprised to see you open the door, you mirroring his expression.

"Jungkook?" How had he known that this was your room? There were plenty of others on the same floor.

"I couldn't sleep," he murmured not looking at you directly due to shyness.

Same. You thought back.

"Jungkook, you shouldn't be in this wing...Here, lets go back to your room and see if we can get you to sleep." You said stepping out of your room and taking his arm as you led him back to the patient wing down the dark corridors. 

He followed quietly and easily, feeling himself relax in your presence. He made sure to keep with your pace, not wanting you to let go of his arm if he fell behind. He liked the contact. Savoured it.

"You gave me a fright when you almost fell on the staircase like that. I was so worried," he spoke, his tone a little lower in respect that there were others asleep.

"Ah, I'm sorry to scare you like that," you chuckled nervously as you led him through the hallway, "I kind of over did it while I was away. I'm alright now though."

Jungkook didn't bother to mention that it was he who had caught you. He remembered the feeling of wanting to keep your body close to him and that having you in his arms like that felt so right. When Jackson had come running over to take you from him, Jungkook remembered the internal struggle he had with himself to let you be taken from his clutches. He also faintly remembers the glare he sent in Jackson's direction, his fists clenching tightly at his sides as he watched you and the older male disappear out of sight. 

Was it normal to feel like that? To feel that vexed when Jackson had only rushed you to safety with your well-being in mind? Jungkook shoved the uncertainty to the back of his mind and focused back onto the present as he walked with you back to his room. 

He hadn't been able to sleep a wink, the thought of not seeing you still on his mind. He had automatically got out of his bed and trekked through the building to seek you out, knowing that seeing you would somehow ease his mind. He guessed he had just grown too impatient to wait, even at 1am in the morning.

"I um, made you cookies earlier, or at least, I tried too. Seokjin-hyung accidentally dropped the batch I made and that was the last of the cookie dough," he said as you stopped at his door.

"You're so sweet. Don't worry yourself over it, the gesture was there, thank you for thinking of me," you said with a sweet smile. "I feel bad for not introducing the two of you earlier. It seems like you got along with him though, I'm glad."

Jungkook glanced off to the side. "You, could say that..."

"I'm surprised though. Seokjin rarely comes out of his room. I hope you can convince him to come out more, Kook. I think he needs a friend in this place."

Jungkook paused.

"Are you not his friend?"

You were slightly taken off by the question and it actually had you thinking about it. "Well, I have to keep things professional between my patients, although I want you guys to be able to confide in me and be comfortable enough to share things with Jisoo and I." 

Jungkook wasn't satisfied with that. It hadn't been a straight answer. Were you referring to himself as well?

Insecurities began to coil around him like snakes. 

You tried to cover up your little jump as the young man caught your hand in a firm grip, his skin hot against your own.

His dark bangs shadowed his eyes slightly as his lips were pulled into a frown. "So...you're not my friend?" Your brows knitted together.

"Of course I am, Jungkook," you confirmed gently.

"You just said that...." he trailed off, his grip on your hand loosening.

"With Seokjin, its a little more complicated. He struggles to connect with others from what I've assessed, he tends to look down on everyone else," yes because he's on his high horse most of the time, "he's wary of Jisoo and I. So I don't think I can consider us friends just yet. But I hope to be his friend in the future."

"You are my friend then?" He emphasised. You gave him an encouraging smile that had his eyes zeroing unconsciously on your lips.

"Yes, Kook. I am your friend."

But...Is that enough? 

Although that is what Jungkook was wanting to hear, he didn't feel satisfied with that answer, and as you helped him back into his room and into bed, he didn't close his eyes. Instead he stared at the closed door you had left from with a solemn expression, wanting you to come straight back to him. 

He still wasn't able sleep for the rest of the night.

The next day, feeling a little better after sleeping through to the morning, you set yourself back to work. After your usual morning routine you went to your office to grab Seokjin's files and headed over to his room in the rehab wing for his therapy session. You had left Jisoo with him long enough. The poor girl needed a break of her own.

You knocked on his door and entered, not quite expecting the sight of how Seokjin currently looked.

He didn't look quite right. His eyes were slightly drooped and his skin didn't have the usual clear shine. It looked dull, which was very unlike him as Jin was someone who took pride in taking care of his appearance and the way he dressed. It was off putting to see him like this and it didn't sit right with you. A frown pulled at your lips. 

He regarded you with a dreary look, though all he could think inside his mind was, finally. He had been too dignified to come running to you as Jungkook had. Plus, he wasn't a child.

"Hello Seokjin, how have you been? It's been a bit since we last spoke," you greeted with a strained smile, expecting some sort of sarcastic remark from the man. You were pleasantly surprised with his reply however.

"I've been better..." He spoke with a sigh. "You've been gone a while," he commented while slouched in his chair. Kim Seokjin, was slouching. Something was clearly wrong with the man.

"Yes, I had another case to sort out, but that's all taken care of now. I'm back."

He nodded stiffly.

Yes, you are. And you need to stay this time.

"You seem tense, is something on your mind that you want to let out?" You asked as you gingerly took a seat opposite him, placing his personal file neatly on your lap. 

"I-"

He grumbled in annoyance with himself, not being able to force his words out. He cleared his throat and started again. "I'd like to do something other than a bothersome Q&A. I know you already have your notes on my mental condition, so I don't see the point. Could we perhaps, do something like last time?"

For the second time, Jin caught you off guard. 

"Of course, what did you have in mind?"

"Butterfly pinning."

The request was sudden and a bit of a shock to you and you had unconsciously sat up straighter with your shoulders drawn taught. It made a certain face resurface from your memory.

Kim A-Yeong and her butterflies...

"Um, I'm not sure we have the equipment for-"

"I asked Miss Kim to order some butterflies for me, all I would need are some stationary bits, pins, frames and unwanted books or magazines."

Ah. Jisoo must have put that order through for him. She had mentioned that he had been snappier with her lately and that he outright said that he no longer wanted her as his therapist. All within a sort week. What had happened during the time you had been gone?

"Well I'm sure we'll have some of those supplies in the attic area in the facility, I haven't been up there in years though..."

Brushing his bangs out of his eyes, he nodded.

You found yourselves out in a hallway different from the one Seokjin's room resided, staring up at the hatch that lead to the attic. 

"Not afraid of spiders are you?" you asked lightly, cocking your head to the side with a cheeky grin.

Jin scoffed folding his arms. "Of course not."

"Good. Because I am."

"Yah! I'm the patient here, I am not going up there first."

"I'm kidding," you chuckled, turning to grab the pole that opened the hatch and pulled the ladder down.

The attic was large and full of dust and long since touched things. Old blankets, sheets, boxes upon boxes, books, lots of things. Insects and spiders scuttled away from the sudden intrusion of movement and light as you stepped up from the hatch and collected your footing. You coughed from the dust that flew into your face, and turning back to tell to Jin mind his step.

There was a small murky window at on of the ends of the attic, facing towards the front of the building. You walked over to it, looking through the dirt ridden glass just barely making out what was outside. Your eyes flickered to the dead insects that lay still in the dust at the bottom of the window.

No one had been up here to clean in years.

Whilst looking for your equipment with your patient, you noticed some places on the wooden floor where the dust had been fairly recently disturbed which was a little odd. You assumed that there were probably rats, mice or even bats living up here. You hoped. 

You and Jin successfully collected what you needed and made your way back down the ladder after Jin, shutting the hatch above you and enclosing the attic back into the dark.

In the darkness, something beneath one of the blankets turned it's neck towards the hatch.

You wobbled on the last step and Jin instinctively reached out to steady you. You craned your neck up behind you to thank him.

Tweezers, pins and scissors along with some glue all were found in your office, shadow box frames from the attic and decorated paper. The two of you brought them back to Seokjin's room to start on your little project. Jin was seeming to appreciate it too, in his own way.

The container that Seokjin had asked Jisoo to recieve from the post held five long since dead butterflies, their wings and bodies stiff and dried up, wings closed together between the delicate parchment paper. Jin explained to you smoothly that all you needed to do was re-hydrate the butterfly in a relaxing chamber. However two of the butterflies were relaxed enough to start pinning.

He picked his own and your butterfly to work with. For you he picked the common blue and for himself, he picked the peacock butterfly.

You stared at the insect rather cluelessly, not having done anything like this before, and looked over to Jin who looked like an expert at the craft.

As the two of you worked in a comfortable silence, Jin kept stealing glances over at you and made a 'tch' sound.

"Aish, you're useless, let me show you how a real artist does it," he said moving to sit next to you and work on choosing a different array of coloured paper (other than the ones you had already picked out because they weren't up to Jin's standards) and explaining how to pin your butterfly. You guessed that your hands weren't used to such fragile-ness.

Being a model in the past, you knew that Seokjin would have a good eye for art, and took a lot of pride in his work. You couldn't deny it, the man had talent. He worked gracefully and adeptly, his large hands surprisingly gentle and careful with the pins and butterflies. His gaze was extremely focused on the task in front of him, and you watched his brows furrow in concentration. All simply pinning and decorating one single frame.

You were in awe watching him work. 

"Next, you will need a pin to put through the thorax. Try not to damage the wings and don't poke the pins through them. The trickiest part here is getting both sides of the butterfly to be even. It takes practice, so don't get frustrated."

Jin was going through each step surprisingly patiently with you and strangely nurturing. It was delicate work and Jin had done his own so flawlessly.

Once the butterfly was pinned against a background of colours, you went to reach for the back of the frame to clip on, only for Jin's hand to brush against your own having reached for it at the same time. Instead of pulling away, he moved his hand to take hold of yours, suddenly capturing your full attention. 

You noticed the direction of his gaze, examining the faded pinkish white line closely of where you had cut yourself on your finger with the knife the last time you had tried to cook with him.

You shifted uncomfortably under his burning stare.

For a reason he couldn't fathom, he had a sudden overwhelming urge to press his lips against the healed wound.

You sat there awkwardly, wondering what was running through his mind, as you could see clearly that he was lost in thought. Seokjin was always an intense kind of person, yet this gave you a crawling sensation down your spine.

Gently pulling your hand away, the movement snapped the man out of his reverie and he cleared his throat, acting like nothing happened. 

"Well, I think that concludes this session as a success, unlike last time. This was fun, Jin. I hope you're feeling better."

"Hmm," was his short reply as he continued to stare down at his hand. With a slightly concerned expression, you began to pack up the stationary bits and made a mental note to write something down in Jin's folder. Although the activity had been a success, you weren't so sure about Jin himself. He just didn't seem entirely with it today. Perhaps being cooped up inside for so long was taking a toll on him. 

You bid Jin a good day and told him that you would see him tomorrow, before leaving the room to his privacy. Seokjin hadn't seemed to have even noticed your leaving until he heard the door close. He exhaled slowly and leant back in his chair, shoulders slumped. 

Jin glanced at his proud peacock butterfly, then over to your common blue, taking his time to run his fingers over the glass of your framed butterfly. Although simple and plain its wings your pinned insect, held its own kind of beauty that Jin found alluring.

"Just where it should be. In my grasp."

So I'm kinda speechless because a reader created some wonderful fanart for the story ಥ_ಥ I love these they're so good!

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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please notify me for any mistakes, I haven't thoroughly checked it yet, I just wanted to update as soon as. Also, I'm back from my camping trip so hopefully I'll be updating quicker :) -Rikki

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August. 11. 2020