“Oh my god!” I yelped when a man suddenly bumped into me, causing the hot coffee to spill over my hands. He didn't even bother to help me or apologized, instead he immediately ran away.

“What a jerk!” I cursed under my breath as I discarded the cup into the disposal bin.

Still bitter about the fact that I didn't get to drink my coffee after dinner, I babbled all the cusses towards that man in my head as I walked down the hallways towards the hospital room, which had become our accommodation from the past few days.

But the moment I set my foot in, my mind went completely blank. I suddenly found myself fighting a rising panic as the terror mounted every step. Jimin laid there on the bed, unmoving, as Taehyung kept pressing his chest with both of his hands and the beeping of the cardiac machine was intensifying with each second passing by.

What's going on? — I wanted to ask, but the words had died at the tip of my tongue. My lips parted, but I was still mute.

“Miss Lee, charge the defibrillator!” He shouted, still performing CPR on the unconscious figure lying in the middle of the room.

I was standing there, rooted to the ground, as he got off the bed and soon the paddles of the defibrillator were in his hands. The nurse had already placed some sort of pads connected to wires on his bare chest.

“Clear !” he instructed, and the nurse immediately stepped back from the bed. The paddles in his hands were now pressed against Jimin's chest, inducing the shock into his body.

My trembling fingers gripped onto the hem of my sweatshirt when Jimin's body didn't respond to the shock. Taehyung rubbed the paddles together before pressing them against his chest again, but no response.

“Charge again!”

I could feel my nails digging inside my palms more deeply when the paddles of the defibrillator were pressed against his chest for the third time. Jimin's body jolted upwards as soon as the shock coursed through his body, this time and the beeping of the cardiac monitor became stable slowly.

I exhaled a sharp breath, which I didn't know I was holding and for how long. My body stumbled back a little, tears making their way out. I was finally analyzing the haphazard room, which was entirely organized when I left for dinner half an hour ago.

“Wh-what happened h-here?” I somehow formed the words, riveting Taehyung's attention towards myself.

“Hana, relax ...everything is fine now," he uttered as he walked closer to me. But his face was saying otherwise, the dried blood that sat at the corner of his lips and a scratch on his right cheek to be exact.

“What happened? W-why is he lying there like t-that ?” I questioned again, glancing at the unconscious man.

“He's fine now, he'll wake up in a few hours,” he replied, wiping the thin layer of sweat that covered his forehead; it wasn't because of the weather but the havoc, I was sure of it.

“How did you get injured?”

“It's noth-”

“Just what in the world happened here!?” I yelled, interrupting him in between because he was once again dodging off my question.

“He was injected with potassium by an intruder. He could have a cardiac arrest if it was not for Doctor Kim,” the nurse who stood near Jimin's bed answered instead, leaving me in utter stupor. Not even a single word left my mouth further, and I backed away with jerky steps, storming outside the room.

*****

“Hana!”

The door slammed shut, silencing my words as she suddenly stormed out of the room. Heaving a sigh, I turned around to meet miss Lee's perplexed gaze. I know that by now she knew that Hana wasn't just a stranger to me. She sure wanted to know what's going on, but knowing her, she won't ask me. Nor, I'm obliged to share my personal matters with my colleagues.

“Please get this mess cleaned,” I told her before running out of the room.

I saw Hana getting into the elevator. I cursed under my breath, when the doors closed before I could reach there. My fingers frantically pressed the button of the adjacent elevator.

Right now, my priority was to talk to her. I need answers. What happened today was not something normal at all, someone literally tried to kill that man.

What kind of man Park Jimin really is? Why would someone want to kill him? What could a normal person like him possibly do that someone is going to that extent?

The doors of the elevator opened, and I immediately trudged towards the terrace where she sat with her back facing me. I could see the way her shoulders shuddered from a distance and her muffled sobs reverberated in my ears.

She didn't even spare me a glance as I quietly took a seat beside her on the bench she was sitting on. After having an inner monologue for a pretty good amount of time, I finally spoke, "I know it's not my place to ask but what happened today was -”

“It was my fault, yet again. I left him alone in that room,” her words forbade me to complete what I was saying.

“You do realize what you're saying? If you were to be there, that man could have hurt you!” I immediately breathed in utter disbelief.

“That would have been better. I c-can't see him getting hurt anymore,” she sniffled.

Him. Everything was about him now.

I could feel a muscle in my jaw twitch as I sucked the air deeply to prevent myself from getting irked because of her careless words.

“Why is he so important to you, huh?” I couldn't help but whisper to myself. She didn't even seem to hear me because she was so much absorbed in her own thoughts.

“T-thank you” her sudden statement caught me off guard and I inclined my head to look into her eyes which were glistening with tears. “You saved him again, I don't even want to think what would've happened ...if you weren't there”

She made it so hard for me to speak anything that all I did was to nod slightly before looking away.

“Shouldn't you report it to the police?” I asked hesitantly.

From the periphery of my vision, I saw her mouth opened to say something, but before she could utter a word, a loud blare alerted us. She flinched a bit before carefully taking out the cell phone from her jeans pocket.

“Why aren't you answering that?” I asked when I saw her staring at the screen blankly.

“Huh?” she looked at me and then back at the screen. Just when she was going to answer the call, it got disconnected and the silence prevailed once again. But not so long after, it was again distraughted by a notification bell.

She opened the text, and my mind couldn't even register how fast her face went pale just after reading it. Her hands which were holding the cell phone trembled, and her expression screamed — dread.

“What happ-” I stopped when my gaze fell on her mobile screen and in a fraction of seconds my expressions were mirroring hers.

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You see, the second murder attempt! What do you think the text was about?