PREVIOUSLY: I'm ashamed that I was in a relationship where I was so easily manipulated into being cut off so easily from the people who mattered most and would have been able to help me when things got out of my control - the worst part is that I didn't even fucking know what she was doing until too late. Until after she'd already taken control of pretty much my whole life from under me.
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WANG YIBO'S OFFICE
MIN YOONGI'S P.O.V.
"Sir. I want to report that Patient 141018 is physically recovering well. However, his mental state is unstable and he refuses to tell us if he was taking any prescription medications prior to admittance and I'm asking for permission to move his roommate temporarily to another room and kind of lock him in the room alone with Son for a few hours. I can 100% assure you that Patient 141018 will not be at any risk with this plan, I have discussed it at length with Patient Jeon and he agrees that his roommate needs to have a discussion with Son and it will benefit his mental health significantly in a positive way." I knew I was proposing an unorthodox method to try and get Jimin to open up but Jeongguk had insisted that Jimin wouldn't be able to begin healing emotionally or psychologically until he had cleared the air properly with at least Son Dongmyeong of the group he used to live with.
"Mn," Dr. Wang nodded his head as he contemplated the information I'd given him. "On the record, Min, I need to meet with this Son person before I can agree to anything like this, it is against the regulations and you know it." My face dropped, sighing, I ran a hand through my fading blue hair. "But," he added, "Off the record, Gi, do you really think this will help your friend? In your opinion as a nurse do you believe, without a doubt, that this will aid the patients recovery?"
My mouth dropped. I didn't think he'd ask me off the record question like this, Yibo didn't usually take a personal interest in the cases that came through his hospital, I knew he'd looked over Jimin's files but I didn't know how deep he'd gone. I nodded.
"Yes, Yibo, I believe that this is something he needs. I don't believe he's mentally stable enough to leave with Jeon at the end of next week without self-harming. I've seen the scars he's got and I don't think he's going to get better without some sort of important conversation with his ex-lover, I guess he is, or almost-lover. They both need this as a form of closure."
I tried to explain myself and how I was feeling to get across the importance I felt about this matter. Yibo nodded as he considered the options. I waited patiently for his answer.
"Mn. Thank you for your honest opinion, Nurse Min," his hesitation had me doubting I was able to sway him at all, I knew when he called me Nurse Min that he was back in Dr. Wang mode. "Please arrange interviews for me with both Patient Jeon and Son Dongmyeong. That will be all." My mouth dropped and I couldn't help it, a huge gummy grin smile spread over my face as I grabbed his hand (knowing it was all I could get away with at work), "Thank you! I won't let you down Yibo, I won't." A small twitch of his lips and I realized I'd called him Yibo at work, but that he was letting me get away with it - this time.
"Off the record, Sir, I love you. Thank you for helping Park, really, thank you. This means a lot to me, and it will to him as well. On the record? I'll arrange the interviews today for you Sir. Is around 16:00 okay?" I received another nod from him. I turned to leave the room but before I reached the door I was spun around and kissed breathless. "Y-yibo?" I asked, eyes glassy from the emotions he always invoked. His reply was low and husky, "You shouldn't call me that at work, love, but I love you too. I'll get you to stand in during the interviews if that's alright. You can advise me if they leave out anything."
My husband kissed me again before tucking a stray hair out of my face and pushing me towards the door. "Arrange an assessment interview with the patient as well, please, Nurse Min." He called as I left his office, still with a blush high on my cheeks.
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Mini time skip to following day, after Dr. Wang Yibo's interviews with Jimin, Jeongguk and Dongmyeong... because Blood Sweat & Tears by BTS [Japanese Version] is trippy in a good way!
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Hospital Room 316
Park Jimin's P.O.V.
"Jeon, it's time for your appointment. Park, we'll be back in a little while. I'll lock the door so nobody comes in unexpectedly, alright? I'll be leaving you some company." As the blue haired Nurse Min helped Jeongguk into the wheelchair he motioned for someone to come in. 'Wait. What? I'm going to be locked in here - with Myeong? What do I do!' I couldn't believe this was going to happen. It's the craziest thing, like they conspired this behind my back or something.
"HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" I yelled, only to hear the sound of the door clicking locked. My eyes flickered over to Dongmyeong who was standing with uncertainty near the doorway, as if he thought I'd bite him or something.
"I'm sorry if you don't want to see me. I just... I needed to see you, I.. want to talk to you... If you really don't want me here then I'll sit.. over there... until they get back. I was... I just... I missed you. I don't know what I've done wrong because you won't.... you won't even look at me.. You won't speak to me... I.. What did I do, Jimin? What.. why did you leave? You... didn't even say goodbye. You didn't let me say goodbye... I was going to... I wanted to tell you... when I got back, I... before I found out you left me... I -"
I don't remember a time when I ever heard Dongmyeong so uncertain of himself, or if I'd heard him sounding so insecure. I finally took a minute to look at Dongmyeong, like, really look at him and see him; he'd lost a lot of mass, his hair was unkempt, his cheeks weren't as healthily pretty as I remembered them, the bags under and around his eyes were too deep to have just been from this week, the downturn of his lips and the sadness that consumed the spark of life that used to be in his eyes. His face turned toward the floor so I couldn't see his eyes and his breathing hitched.
He looked lost. Lonely. Abandoned.
These things I recognized in him because I saw them every day in myself.