"Jimin?" He asked me, his eyebrows raised in amusement," Officer Park Jimin? Your friend?"

His tone caused a serious case of anxiety to sprout in me and I gulped. It wasn't the first time I heard someone's tone change the moment Jimin's name got mentioned and it did make me feel restless for sure.

"Yes," I said, my voice cracking in the middle due to my difficulty breathing," I'd like to go see him."

He let out a scoff and backed away slightly, giving my body a bit more space than it initially had, making it feel a bit cooler than it had previously. I looked up into his eyes as he stared down at me, but I couldn't read his thoughts.

A smile started forming on his face and it gradually turned into a laugh. I couldn't really grasp what exactly was funny in that situation, but it only scared me more than it did confuse me because I knew for sure that it would be something serious if Hoseok had laughed about it.

"I hope you aren't looking forward to speaking to him about something important," He said after calming down a bit," Or speaking in general."

What?

At that, my eyes widened and it felt as though there was no oxygen reaching my brain. My whole body felt numb, but the only thing that seemed to ache like never before was my heart. It felt as though it had wanted to break free from its captivity and find its way back to its sole owner, but it couldn't, so it cried and ached instead.

"W-wh-" I stammered, my brain finds it difficult to formulate words any longer," What do you mean?"

I knew very well what it meant. It meant that he wasn't alright, but what kind of 'not alright' was he? There were so many meanings behind those two words, way too many in fact, but although it could be one of the simpler meanings, my mind decided to bet on the most complex ones, and it only terrified me more.

The expression on Hoseok's face tore my insides, made me want to forget what it meant to be a human just so that I could show him how I truly felt towards him. My whole existence only ever dwelled on Jimin's existence in the same world I was living in. I couldn't even imagine a life without him mainly because I didn't know any other life than mine. He was the only person in my life too, so losing him probably meant that I will lose the source of comfort, company, and support that kept me going all these years, and I didn't know if I would be able to go on the same way without it.

Just then I remembered what Hoseok had told me back when we were at the hospital," I'll make sure to come near Jimin, so you should make sure to stab my heart out of my body."

No.

I felt my body tremble slightly as tears started to accumulate in my eyes, causing my vision to go blurry, and my chest to heave as I struggled to take my breath. Hoseok just stood there in front of me, looking way too amused than he should be, which managed to anger me more.

"What did you do?" I let out faintly, my lips quivering.

Nothing. Nothing but a stare.

"What did you do?!" I screamed at him, feeling my hot tears finally sliding down my face and dripping onto the floor beneath me.

My hands found their way to his shirt, clutching the soft fabric between my fingers the tightest I could as I felt my face get hot. All the blood in my body seemed to be boiling, not only that but also rushing up to my face, making the atmosphere feel so humid all of a sudden.

" I swear to god Hoseok if you-" I started but then got interrupted by a strong grip on my wrists and a push that sent my body flying back to the wall behind me.

"You are stupid for someone who is seemingly good at their job," He said, his face showing extreme annoyance and anger," If I had wanted to kill Jimin, his body would've been lying in front of you right now."

I held my wrist in pain as I looked at him with tears staining my cheeks, feeling completely numb on the inside. I was definitely angry at him, but that didn't mean that I wouldn't admit that he was right. If he had wanted to kill him, he would've been dead and I would be crying over his dead body in person, but he wasn't here which meant that Hoseok hadn't done anything.

"Listen carefully to what I have to say," He said," I get that you are scared of what I'd do to you and that you can't trust being around me. I wouldn't trust myself either if I were you, but you can't keep on charging at me like that. I'm not someone you can attack Sun Hee. You might be stupid, but I'm sure that you at least had this figured out."

"You asked for my help, and I was generous enough to not kill you. If I wanted to harm you, I would've, but I didn't, so stop being such a pain in the ass. If you ever try charging at me like that again, I'll kill you. Am I clear?" He threatened, leaving me all shook on the inside. I nodded at him, not finding the energy in me to reply to him. Why did I not argue back? Why did I not reply? Because I knew that he was capable of doing it.

Normally, we'd say such a phrase in arguments and fights but it is never taken seriously because we all know that this phrase is labeled as the 'anger statement'. But Hoseok? He was very well capable of turning this 'anger statement' into something literal and I definitely wasn't going to bet on the odds of him not killing me after talking back.

"You want to see Jimin? Then you follow my rules. I don't wanna hear your voice, not even once. He is in a hospital right now, most probably guarded, so I'll do my thing and get you in. Once you are in, I'd like you to finish your business real quick so we can get out of there without gaining too much attention. Am I clear?" He asked me, gaining another nod from me.

"Great. One last thing, you have to cover your face a bit," He added before looking at my face, no emotion evident on his face," A lot."

He walked over to the dresser at the opposite end of the bed and pulled a pair of sunglasses and a medical mask then handed them over to me," Put those on. It will make you look so natural."

He then looked down at my body and saw the white hospital outfit I was wearing, then gave out an annoyed expression before walking over to the closet and taking out the first couple of things he saw regardless of how well they matched.

Black pants, a navy blue shirt, a pair of grey crocs.

I looked at the clothes he had thrown me with disgust. They were his clothes, no doubt, but the colors he had picked had nothing to do with each other. The moment I saw the colors, I let out a faint "ugh" to which Hoseok raised his eyebrows.

"Got a problem?" He asked his eyebrows still raised in a very intimidating way.

The look of disgust was still evident on my face, but I knew was just being a brat. I was a runaway and was being helped yet still had the nerve to complain about the colors of clothes I was given to remain undercover, but it was something in my nature. I could never wear colors that I thought didn't match, maybe because I cared too much about how I appeared, so the least I could do at the moment was complain about it.

"Nothing much, no. I'll manage," I replied, not wanting much trouble over something so trivial.

"Well then, I expect you to put this on in less than three minutes, so don't disappoint me," He said before turning around to leave.

Only that I noticed him smile and scratch the tip of his nose as he walked out.