"And in her, I see something more beautiful than the stars"

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"He is Yoongi's brother."

"Y-y-y-yo-yoongi's what?"I could be seen stuttering almost a thousand times, blinking rapidly in the process.

"He is yoongi's bro,"Jin repeated, shrugging his shoulders casually as he slid his hands into the side pockets of his denim jeans. I pressed my lips together, shaking my head at a small prediction I made up.

"Can I speak to him?"Jin who was about to leave the place, turned to me, now with his hands in either sides of his hips. "Do I look like your mom?"

"No?"I raised a brow. "Then you have your answer," "yah,"I chuckled, shaking my head. Seokjin gave me a blank smile, no sort of emotion revealed in the smile. I watched him walk away from me as a tiny grin plasters on my face.

Turning on my heels, I charged at the good-looking being, clearing my throat when I maintained a reasonable distance with him. He was listening and nodding to something the person beside him was saying, a concerned yet a concentrated expression on both their features.

This was a mental asylum, a haunted yet an unhinged area as many would say. And my heart was crystal clear in one point, don't ask him out, here. The scene of me asking someone out, in desire and interest, infront of these nut cases did bother me a little.

Of course, my desire to ask him and greet him was way stronger and was just an inch away from overpowering my nervous glares. But holding it all in, I inhaled and exhaled, waiting for them to finish talking.

As a few restlesss minutes passed by, I started to feel awkward when those two bowed at each other, smiling widely.

The man I wanted to know more, sighed to himself as a sign of defeat and exhaustion, rubbing the sweat off his forehead as he took a step forward, and another. Until I realized he was coming in my direction.

There were two sides of me inside my brain that moment. One yelled at me, asking me to step beside and give the poor boy some space instead of bugging him, while the other charged back, asking me to atleast greet him and that greeting wouldn't do much trouble.

"Hey!"I start, fingers crossed. He looked up at me, with an expression a child would give to a stranger, confusion and more confuion. He seemed a little off and left the world for a second, until slowly a smile designs his face.

"Hello!"Unexpectedly, he bows 90 degrees infront of me, paying me his respect. He stands up straight, clicking his tongue softly against his inner cheek as he presented the worlds most softest and the most comforting smile one could ever get from a stranger.

As much as my inner self screamed and banged itself against my heart, completely losing its shit, I threw a warm smile in return, making the first move.

But he was quicker. "Do I know you?"At that moment, the man's words ringed like large annoying bells in my eardrums. Of course, he wouldn't know me, is he dumb?

"N-no uh,"I said, scratching the back of my head roughly in hopelessness. What do I say! My entire body was drowned in sweat, if I didnt start a conversation now, chances of meeting him again would be slim, since Yoongi announced he 'lost' his so called brother.

"Well then,"He moans in approval, bowing a little as he took another step forth, securely tightening his grip around the files. Something in him was nervous, by watching him break into enormous sweating and cursing under his breath, I could tell he was having an invisible breakdown of emotions inside.

But why?

"I'm Yuri!"I slightly scream, though I didnt want to, and pushed myself before him, extending my hand for a shake.

He stares at my extended hand and back at me for a few times. Bowing again, he spoke, "I'm Jimin," and cutely sends a wink.

But now, the only problem was, how I'd start talking to him. Starting a conversation for me has always been a pain in the butt. "Um, I uh,"Rubbing my nape, I tried to find words but none came my way.

He slightly clucked and nodded his head, looking at me with crescent eyes. "Are you the caretaker of the patient in room 666?"Going through his files, I noticed how serious and strict he suddenly turned with his change of tone. "Yeah why?"

"Do you at all do anything with him?"He asked again, flipping through the white pages.

"What?"I asked. Somehow, his words slammed into my earbuds as an insult, which was unexplained. It made me think I did not care about Yoongi and let him do his work, when I should be injecting those liquids into his body and take care of him.

"N-no, like I mean, how do you take care of him as a caretaker?"Jimin's question did confuse me a little but I managed to answer back, a little loudly.

"U-um I just do what I'm asked to do, you know?Like there's another one like me here named Seokjin, he's been working here for years so he usually-" "I don't think I asked you about him,"Jimin tilted his head, raising a brow at me.

Why did I even want to talk to him-

A small shiver erupted from my body. A sort of an uncomfortable sensation washed over me. He didnt let me finish and yet, asks me why? It did irritate me but pushing all my thoughts aside, I let out a sigh and spoke with a gentle, forced smile.

"I'm new here, so,"I trailed off for a moment, ",all I do is inject liquids into his body and,"I paused short again, ",yeah."

My lips twisted together as a long silence had greeted us. He hums in response, glancing downcast at the marble floor before gazing up at me with those soft crescent eyes again, melting my heart so quickly.

"I see, thanks anyway!"He attacks me harshly with yet another sweet grin, closing his files and tugging them between his chest and arm.

I nodded as a question popped suddenly into my head. "Do you know Yoongi?"The gentleman who had just forgotten all his worries with a satisfactory smile on his face, stops dead in his tracks.

He had just taken a few steps away from my figure and stared pale at the marble floor again, hand losing his strength as it hanged dead with the yellow files. Did I ruin his mood?

"Are you okay?"I was about to touch his shoulder when he turns around in an instant, gazing at me with a sort of a painful look, a look one would give, if they were betrayed.

Ever seen a stranger cry?I had one right infront of me as he shot me a weak grin, mumbling a 'yeah'. But for which question was that 'yeah' supposed to be?Because sudden tears were covering his eyelids so quickly.

That change in him caught me off-guard. He was just being cute and sweet a minute back and now, his expression is impossible to take in, weak grin and teary eyes. What hit him so quickly?

"Did I say something wrong?"I ask, placing my hand over his shoulder gently. But he smiles unintentionally and nods, looking elsewhere, but me.

"Nope,"He smiles with tears in his eyes. Something I'd tear up for.

I hated it when I saw anyone cry, whether a stranger, a relative, a friend, or my parents. It depressed me more than I'd normally ever get depressed. And that feeling sucked.

"So,"I voice out, ",if you don't mind,"I paused again as if trying to find the right words, ",can we talk later?"

No.

Wrong.

That wasn't the sentence I wanted to blurt out. It was supposed to be, 'Can we get some coffee after my shift?'

But considering my lazy ass after this boring and lazy day, the last minute sentence flowed out. He went blank for a split second, processing and registering my voice and question in his head. The tears had vanished from his eyes, bringing relief in me.

Jimin sniffled, forcing a stretched smile on his lips as he bobbed his head. "Sure I'd love to, and,"It was his turn to pause now, ",we also have to talk about the patient in room 666."

At this point, all my predictions and imaginations had gone downhill. Is he really Yoongi's brother?Why did Yoongi tell me he lost his brother?If they are brothers,

I stopped.

,why isn't Jimin calling him Yoongi?Where they no-

"Are you there?"Jimin interrupts my train of thoughts abruptly and gives my shoulder a little budge, snapping me out of my trance.

"O-oh y-yeah,"I stutter, rubbing my nape. He chuckles and stretched his hand infront of me, "Give me your phone, I'll save my number so that we can talk about the location and meet up later,"

"What?"I was back into dreaming, unable to understand his words.

"Yah,"He scoffed and looked left to right, through the empty corridor before glaring back at me. Jimin steps a little closer to me, hovering above me that even the lights and bulbs constructed on the ceiling had darkened my form.

My breath stopped.

This time,

,completely.

Why wouldn't it, especially after having a magical creature infront of me?I'd prefer calling him creature, for he looked far from a sane human's structure.

Beautifully structured and carefully built, was Jimin. It made me wonder why god sculpted me into a rotten potato while he was literally close to looking ethereal and enchanting.

Staring at him was my ultimate job now, that I almost didnt notice a hand traveling into the pocket of my jeans, reaching for my phone.

'He was a stranger, he is a stranger, don't do this to yourself.' My inner self repeated cautiously. But I couldn't move. My brain had realized what he was doing, sneakily taking my phone but my physical form was as still as a wall. Except my slightly oversized shirt, which blew itself left to right by the wind which entered through one open window, at the far end of the hallway.

A window, I certainly hadn't noticed that before. I tried to breathe, but a forced sigh left my mouth as I learned to capture the process of respiration again. Reality hit me back as I took a stride backwards, eyes widening.

Jimin's lips curve into a smirk as he heartily laughs at my state, having full access to my phone now which was clasped around his hands, that seemed tiny.

"Give it back!"Irritation painted my face as a frown developed onto my lips.

"Chill, I ain't stealing this,"He spoke, paying no attention to my state as he was typing continuously on my phone. Exactly a minute later, Jimin looked up at me, tossing my phone into my hands as he runs his free hand through his silverish hair that sparkled and looked fluffy.

My heart broke, how is he so handsome?

"Look, I know I'm hot,"He states suddenly, catching my attention. ",but thats not the whole point here," he sighs, ",but thats definitely the reason why you wanted to talk to me, because I look handsome," his words showed a certain emotion, which I couldn't identify, ",alright forget it. Text me when you're shift is over, we'll meet."With that, he runs another  hand through his hair, crossing paths with me with strides.

At that moment, all I could care about was the meet up, none of my other brain cells were activated.

I was more excited, than to know what exactly Jimin wanted to talk to me about Yoongi.

It was going to be hard for me to pass this day, since there were so many hours until I text Jimin after my shift, but considering the excitement I'd feel, determination had struck my features as I felt like working stronger and brighter today, only to meet Jimin.

Before I could descend down the stairs, I started to wonder what Jimin had saved himself as in my device.

Realizing my phone was in my hand, I unlocked it quickly, ransacking through hundreds of contacts, searching for the unique name, Jimin.

Until a contact rapidly slowed down my movements, face displaying clear confusion and suprise.

'Mr. Cannot resist'

No contact in my phone was named with such a title, or were they given any such nickname, except Namjoon who was saved as 'Namjesustotherescue' where his nickname would be changed every once in three months by me or Namjoon himself.

But that wasn't the point here.

A curse left my mouth as I stared at the glowing device in the same place, unable to act.

It was really not going to be a normal day.

A/N:
Its been what, more than two weeks?I'm so sorry y'all, it didnt happen on purpose, I just had to. So how was this part??Don't forget to vote and comment!!Love ya!
Uwu~

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