"I cared for the right person, at the wrong time."

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Marching about the room, I bit my lips as hard as I can, hoping it'd help me find the unplanned intention of Jimin to just appear so casually, knowing very well I was working there.

Okay, he could have come to talk to me, or Jin, or Yoongi, or even the workers and the boss. But while dressed up like a psychiatrist, I knew he does something I did not have a clue about.

"Can you like-"Jin interrupts my mental accusations and leans deeply in his leather chair. "-stop?"The 'don't even try' stare from me burns into Jin and he gulped a little.

"Bro calm down, we can just go talk to him!"He suggested, and I sigh in ultimate defeat, nodding.

"Let's go then."Jin strides towards me and the both of us finally, after an hour of predicting everything, walked out the interrogation room.

I huff again, "Did he leave?" "Nah not possible. That guy roams around here for half an hour before leaving after his interrogation every time."

After his interrogation..

Everytime..

"W-what?" "Ye-"As Jin was close to finishing his sentence, a ring blasts into my eardrums. Annoyed, I take my cell out and stare at it for two seconds.

"Hello?"A whimper from the other side strains my nerves. "N-n-Namjoon are you okay?"He doesn't reply. I could hear him murmuring words to someone or himself.

"Yu-yur-"Namjoon doesn't finish, but it wasn't him who didnt speak for a long time that I went terrified by the beep at the end in my head. But the call was cut.

"What in th-"I quickly search through my contacts and click Namjoon's, calling him for the next four times, but as every single call ended, it would only end with the saying, phone switched off.

"Why is his phone switched off?Can you try to call him!Joon sounded like he was crying."Jin's expression goes just as mine and he does his best calling Namjoon, but it got on my nerves at the worst when it goes into voice message.

Panic was now strangling all my nerves and adrenaline had just made it worse.

Jin takes a deep breath, "Yu look,"My eyes somehow cringe at his nickname, but I force myself to get back to the current situation.

", either he read someone's minds-"Jin whispers the first assumption close to me, as if he did not want anyone to know, "-minds that could've made him feel anything, or he's just depressed about something." I couldn't argue at Jin, he was close to Nmajoon and might know him.

"But Namjoon doesn't cut the freaking call if he wants to talk to someone. Who in the world does that!"I mumbled. In realization, he agrees and bobs his head. "Well then you should leave. To go and see what's up."That suggestion doesn't actually feel like the accurate one in my head.

Every time I come here, there's just always something that happens, making me go back home. How am I going to get my salary at this point?Even if I get fired, I'd not want it to happen because I took more offs, when considering it had just been a few weeks since I had joined.

"No,"I shaked my head along with the thoughts. ", that wouldn't work. Let me atleast work for a while and then I'll leave at about...3?"Jin abruptly glanced at the big clock he just noticed. It was 12 and it made me feel fair if I left at 3, just three hours before my work actually ends.

"Okay suit yourself."and smiled in assurance.

Jin leaves my side and disappears down the stairs, tossing his phone between his hands with a concerned face. When his figure completely goes, my shoulders subside in a blink, still contemplating about my decision in leaving at 3.

Nothing would happen right?

Maybe I could call Namjoon every now and then, if he still doesn't pick up, I knew I'd lose my shit. A make worker walks past me with shining, pearly hair. And that one thing was more than enough to start thinking about Jimin. I shrug him off.

Shifting my heels a bit, I follow Jin downstairs. Turning right, I head to the boss's room, taking a little while to clarify and excuse myself after 3. After about 10 minutes, I walked out with a small smile on my face. He agreed to let me go after 3, and this would be probably be the last leave I would be taking. Or maybe not.

I toss and turn the paper between my fingers, my head wandering somewhere else. The heck am I going to achieve with this piece of schedule?

Take Yoongi to hills, the place he supposedly has a deep connection with, every month?Today was the last day of November, a Monday, which meant I had to take him out next Monday.

"Can I die?"With Jimin turning you crazy by his unpredicted appearance, with Namjoon's suspiciously sad call, and with Hoseok's death, I had to take Yoongi out, to the hills, so that he feels fresh.

Wow.

What am I even doing with my life?

Fresh?I never thought psychopaths felt fresh in the atmosphere, with oxygen around their body. I always thought their way of feeling 'fresh' was blood and gore shit.

As I strolled out the building in messed up thoughts, a silver head passes my vision. Slightly turning my head, I wanted to make sure it wasn't the mysterious Jimin you were friends with. But it was.

My eyes widen as I started to unreasonably panic. Just looking at him now made my stomach twist and turn like a roller coaster. Why did he lie to me about him being a dance teacher?Was he taking up two jobs?Was it not hard?

The 'was' and 'why' questions had popped into my brain, training me to realize such thoughts wouldn't fly away so soon. But I couldn't help it.

He lied. Thats what I wanted to believe.

I was so close to not having any sort of contact with Jimin, until a hand landed on my shoulder, taking me by amuse. Don't tell me. I turned around like a child getting caught after stealing. The predicted person comes into vision. "Hey Yuri!" He acted way calmer than I thought and I smiled back. "Hi."

It was completely awkward for a whole minute. I was hesitant to ask him about his work, and he was losing words to speak and socialize. It was our own problems. "Can we meet up again today?"He asked finally and I take my time to absorb his words, before nodding. "Yup su.."I don't finish, since there was my best friend back at home, who conquered my brain and might do so until I reach home. "Is anything wrong?" "I'll let you know soon okay?"Jimin nodded unsure and I stormed off somewhere the next second.

I couldn't wait. I needed to know what was up with Namjoon. He never cut the call even no matter what took place. Pulling my phone out, I scrolled to my contacts once again, hardly pressing on Namjoon's, wondering if he still decided to switch his cell off. I took a glance left to right, and heard the ring pass to my eardrums.

As disappointed as I did not want to be, I still sadly removed the phone when it wasn't attended as expected.

[Time - 2:59]

I raised my eyebrows at Jin, "Jin please is he really crying?" He jokingly pushed his earphones even more deeper into his ears, like he avoided every single gateway to reality. I bleated at him and waved my hands. "Jin!" "Fine yeah he was crying!"and pauses his chosen song on his phone.

I sighed and stared at my bag and back at the clock. 3:00 on the dot. "Do you know why, did you go and talk to him, is he still crying-" "Wait."he shows me his palm to stop me.

"First, I do not know why. Second, I tried to because his face was redder than beetroot but he said he was fine. Third, I wanted to help him but walked away thinking he needed some time alone."Jin explained to me and I crossed my arms, taking in all his answers.

Redder than beetroot?

"And also Yu,"Jin stood up. "I think something was going on in the investigation room." "No but both of us were literally listening to them. The 'psychiatrist'-"I strongly highlight the word, "-was not a man in disguise, he was doing his duty." Nodding in acceptance, Jin places his thumb under his chin. "Do you want to go and check?"

What do I do? It was certainly time to take care of Namjoon, and I had already fed Yoongi with his usual dose. Only after that had Jin heard crying sounds in Yoongi's cell. But he could also fake it.

Being the caretaker of a psychopath meant considering everything. Yet my heart still hanged in confusion and worry. "When did you check up on him?" "Thirty minutes ago."

Cogitating, I dubiously checked my phone for the time again. 3:03. Thats when my screensaver receives my attention. It was an aesthetic, overjoyed photo clicked at the beach where we went to on a vacation. It largely reminded me of Namjoon.

I was stuck now, as much as wanted to check up on Yoongi, I still wanted to see Namjoon. No, Yoongi doesn't matter. Convincing myself Yoongi was okay was terribly hard. "You look like you're having a hard time deciding, Yu."Jin suddenly spoke and leaned back on his desk.

"What if he is faking it?"I mumbled. "Maybe he did. But I don't see any beetroot lying near him that can colour his face so much." "Its not funny!"I fired back.

"Hey calm down. Fine, let's do it this way. You go back home and check up on Namjoon. You can just ask Yoongi tomorrow." Tomorrow would take too long. I eagerly walked out the building after confirming with Jin, having the little piece of guilt that I didnt check on Yoongi.

Not that I wouldn't, I couldn't.

Namjoon was way more important than this thick-head. I repeated to myself and drove back home in concern. Yoongi is just a freak who wants to have fun with me while i worked here. He doesn't have feelings. He doesn't care, he never will. Thats what I told myself, knowing none of it was true.

On pulling the car, I swiftly held my stuff, worriedly walking over to our house, impatiently drawing the spare key from my pocket as I unlocked the door. It was unbearably silent and I gulped.

I could hear the TV playing in a faint distance and furrowed my eyebrows. Was Jungkook home?

Something felt...not so right. "Joon?"I shouted, but none seemed to hear me. A giggle from the living room echoed through the walls of the hallway I was walking through. That was Namjoon's.

The heck? "Namjoon!"My voice, for no specific reason, was low. A few muffled whispers were heard right when I slammed the door open.

In front of me laid Namjoon and Jungkook, on a pile of pillows and blankets, snacks, ramen noodles, drinks, burgers literally all around the room. The light was off, and the brightness illuminating from the television assisted me in observing the mess. Both the individuals stared at me wide-eyed, not expecting my presence.

"N-noona,"Jungkook was more than just startled, and nudged his elbow on Namjoon's, to which he slurped on the half eaten ramen. Maybe he was okay now. Yuri chill.

"A-are you okay?"I managed to blurt out, having more concern on Namjoon instead of peering at the younger watching Conjuring.

"Y-yeah I'm fine?"He replied confusingly. "But what about the call this morning?You were crying and the call ended. Are you really fine, is there anything important?"A moment of silence took place.

If the 'it was a joke' came out his lips, I'd make sure to see the scent of blood filling his nose. I hadn't realized I was furiously panting until Namjoon pointed it out, "yuri, it was just a p-prank."

For some reason, it was upsetting. I wasted 15 minutes to come rushing and hear it was just a prank. He did not. I could've spent the 15 minutes to run into Yoongi's cell and ask him what happened, helping him as his caretaker. It really was a waste of time. Yoongi clouded my brain as I started to wonder about his mental health. 

"I freaking hate you."I tried to not curse at Namjoon, and massaged my temples as an attempt to calm myself.

What would've happened if I chose Yoongi?

A/N;
happy new year everyone! Hope you all have an amazing year filled with joy. hope y'all achieve your goals and stay happy always:) its been a two year journey with all you hobichi's. I love y'all from the bottom of my heart! lol ill keep writing for eternity😂 do comment your thoughts and don't forget to vote! They motivate me:) love ya❤
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