-HaeWon-

It's late at night and the older doctors are getting ready to go drinking.

Yes, out drinking.

Maybe that's why they can't help patients...

No tea, no shade.

They've been going out like this for as long as I can remember and even the boss lets them. Sometimes, even he goes with them.

Another thing too is that they don't allow girls to come, so when they leave, it's the female employees left watching the place.

During that time is when I hang out with Yuju and Yerin the most. That's how we got close. But Yuju usually takes this time to go out. Yerin too, but she keeps me company most times. They like going outside....it's not really allowed, but they still do it secretly.

Other than that, I usually stay in my room and watch Netflix and call my parents, but right now....I'm actually curious about Jungkook.

To be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

And about the "murder".

I'm a smart girl and the fact that boss blamed him without any evidence is already suspicious and weird.

Hm...

I wonder what Jungkook's doing now.

I'm his doctor, I have a right to check up on him, so I will.

I grab my bag and headed down to Floor 13.

I arrive quickly and I peeked over the corner to see his room without him seeing me.

I didn't see anyone.

What?

I walk closer to the transparent room.

On his bed, there was a pile of clothes?

He's really not here.

I start panicking.

Where did he go? Did he escape?

Did he get naked and ran for it?!

"HaeWon." A husky voice interrupts my thoughts.

I jump slightly, scared to turn around.

That was Jungkook.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"U-Uh," I clear my throat, my back still facing him. "I came to check up on you. The other doctors are gone, so I don't have much to do. I also have an important question."

I hear him chuckle.

Why is he laughing?

"Are you scared, HaeWon?"

"What? No."

"Turn around then."

I turn around, keeping my cool, until I see he only has a towel around his waist and I shriek.

"Oh my-" I turn around and cover my face.

"Ahh, I love it when you say my name, especially scream it." He whispers before walking past me and into his room.

What the heck?!

I ignored his comment and stood up straight, trying my best to get my authority back. "What are you doing outside your room, young man?"

"Young man? Chill out, HaeWon. I do this every now and then, I never get caught...until now. It's not like I'm committing a crime anyways. I was just taking a shower." Jungkook explains so casually.

"We-W-Well, get dressed." I command and turned around.

He laughs. "You're cute, HaeWon."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just kept quiet.

Where are my notes?

"You can come out now." He calls.

I slowly turn around, making sure he was fully dressed.

He was.

"So, every doctor is gone? Every?" Jungkook asks.

I nod. "Yes."

"So it's just you and me?" I notice him smirk.

"On this floor? Yes. In the building? No."

"You have an attitude."

"Of course."

"I like it."

"Anyways, Jungkook, I came to ask you some questions." I quickly change the subject and pull out my notes.

"Awhhhhh, why did you change the subject?" Jungkook whines and jumps onto his bed.

I shrug. "I'm your doctor, it's what I do."

His eyes darken and his whole facial expression turns dark.

Ok, I'm officially terrified, but I hold it in.

"Jungkook, about earlier...I know you were hiding something. Can you tell me what it was?" I ask.

He shakes his head and looks away.

"Is it personal?"

"Really."

I smile. "It's ok. You're going to have to tell me something about it someday. I can wait for you, Jungkook. I won't tell anybody."

Jungkook shoots his eyes at me. "That's a lie!"

I flinch, but regain my courage. "You have no proof, Jungkook. What makes you think I'm going to tell anybody? Your trust is what I'm longing for-"

I get cut off by Jungkook pinning me down on the floor roughly.

I gasp from the impact and Jungkook smirks.

"Trust?" Jungkook whispers angrily. "Trust is what you want?"

I nod, not breaking our intense staring contest.

"Well trust is something you're never going to get!" He spits at me and gets up.

"I'm not going to stop fighting for it." I continue while brushing off my sweater. "I'm a fighter, I don't quit like that."

Jungkook turns back to me and laughs. "You? You think you can get me to trust you? You really think you're capable of that?"

I nod. "I'm not scared of you Jungkook. You don't scare me at all! You think you're tough, but I'm tougher."

His face softens and he didn't look furious anymore. He actually looked defeated, which makes me feel really proud.

"You're not scared of me?" He repeats with his voice quiet. "You're not scared of this hopelessly sick person?

I shake my head. "I'm not. I also don't think you're sick."

He sucks in his breath. "Wha- What do you mean?"

"You don't look sick. You're just insecure and have flaws with your emotions. You're not sick." I explain while walking closer to him. "You're just human."

Jungkook looks down and I hear sniffing all of a sudden.

"Oh my goodness, are you crying?" I immediately pull him into a hug and rub his back.

He hugs back and cries loudly on my shoulder. We both sit on the bed.

"You're th-t-the first o-one." He says in between sobs.

I lean down and pull him back gently, so I could see his face. His face was stained with tears and his eyes were starting to get swollen.

"Aishh, Jungkook, stay strong. It's ok." I whisper and wipe away his tears.

He nods, looking at me deeply. "I'll tell you."

I nod. "Good."

"I don't remember exactly what happened, but enough to know the story well." He starts getting comfortable on the bed. "When I was really young, I do remember having a normal and happy life. When I was about 4 or something, my mom passed away and my dad abandoned me. I was left in my house, still young and I've been told there was a 911 call for someone to get me. I was taken to a house for foster kids I guess...I believe I started 'living' here when I was 6 years old. I don't know exactly why I was in here, but I keep on hearing doctors saying I was sick and I had no hope. All my life here, I've been in a normal room, almost living a normal life. Until I hit age of 16 and I had drama with a doctor who I trusted so much. He was the only one making me feel like I was going to get better. Suddenly, he flipped out and almost killed me. That just made me angry and that totally changed my attitude with doctors here. Especially ones that just want my trust. I....really don't know why I'm in here or even how I got in here."

I was almost on the verge of crying when he finished. I was really surprised when he didn't cry at the end. Guess he was all cried out. His eyes are really swollen right now.

"I can help you." I repeat myself and lean closer to show my respect. "I really can. I just have more questions."

He nods, still staring deeply into my soul.

"Was I the first person you told this to?"

"Yes. You're the first to get this far."

"Do you have other family out there?"

He shakes his head. "I don't know what happened to my dad, but in his condition when my mom passed, I don't think he lasted."

I nod. "I'm sorry to hear."

"It's fine. I had my whole childhood to get over it and move on." Jungkook looked around the white room giving me hints.

"You can speak fluent Korean? Not English?"

"I can speak English well, but with an accent. I was just born in a Korean family in America."

I nod. "Uh, do you t- oh never mind."

I don't think I should ask him if he trusts me yet. Not yet....