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It was Saturday. No, it might be Sunday. Jin didn't have any idea what day was today because he felt his body was too tired to even moving on this bed. He attended a birthday party. He remembered it so clear and the pain on his body must be because of it.
The pain, actually it was too hurt to bare. Now in a second he felt like his skin was being ripped from the bone.
"No! Argh!" Jin screamed out. He felt like the jolt of electricity was running along the vein on his right hand.
"Hold on, don't move,"
A voice of a man was taking his attention. Jin opened his eyes wide and soon stopped at the face he didn't recognize at all, not even an inch of his pale skin.
"No, no, God... please help me. Help me. Help..."
Jin clutched tight the front of the man's tidy white shirt. The knuckles of his fingers are white and his eyes were bloodshot, looking up at the man like he could take all the pain away.
That made the man bended down to the bed, closer to the panicked man.
"I'm trying, I will." His voice was soft and this time it was deeper than before.
One of his hand was holding up behind Jin's head and the other was pushing his chest down until his back was laying on the bed again. He allowed Jin rest as both hands released his now wrinkled shirt.
Jin inspected the room - it was that usual patient room in the hospital - white small room but he saw people everywhere. Jin stared back at the man who still looking down at him since then, standing on the side of the bed, next to the infusion pump.
He held Jin's stare and Jin felt the instant calm was crawling slowly up his backbone. They broke the staring contest when a middle-aged woman called him out, peeking from the frame of the door of the room.
The man looked at Jin then back to the woman. Raised one of his hand, the woman nodded at his sign. He gave Jin one last deep stare before straightening his suit, have some taps on the spot that have curves from Jin's grabbing before and ready to walk away.
Don't let him go, Jin. Ask him to stay. Kim Seokjin, you heard me clear.
"Don't!"
Jin got up in the right time to grab the back of the man's suit. He looked back sharply at Jin. In the middle of his grimace and the pain on his skin, he kept holding up to the clothes of the man. Jin didn't aware at the blood that slipped from his wound and tinted the white sheet under him.
The medic men were whispering in the other side of the room, like a buzz of the bees. Their attention were at the pair of the men now.
"Please, don't leave me. Stay here." The crack on Jin's voice was drier than it sounded and it felt like his throat was jabbed out.
The man's black brows, resembled the color of his hair, furrowed and mouth was opened to speak. Jin couldn't hear anything and the wound on his arm was pinching the bone and now he was blackout.
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He heard the loud pitch of screams from different people, mixed into one and it sounded so frustrating until it stopped in one click and Jin realised he was awake now. He scanning the room. Still in one of the hospital room, but this one looked quite private than before.
"Good, you wake up?"
Jin looked down to his feet, next to the window was the pale man he met before he fainted. Jin raised his hand to wipe his face but stopped in sudden. He winced before said, "You think so?"
"I'm waiting for the explanation." The man straightened his back, both hands folded in front of his chest.
"I don't -" Jin was trying to get up. He wanted to fully face the man. Once he tried, he saw the man raised his hand and he dropped his body back on the bed.
He ended up staring at the white ceiling again.
"Why am I here? Who are you?"
The man snickered, "Stop making it sounds like I'm kidnapping you." He pushed his back from the wall and slowly started walking toward the bed, "You know who am I, don't you?" He lowly asked.
He paused. Jin was too curious if he did that on purpose because now his eyes seemed hard to focus on.
"You crafted my name on your arm, I was wondering, did you... did we ever cross the same path?" He continued. Jin answered him in curt.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said.
"Don't act surprise, you psycho." Now a smile was appearing on his face. Jin didn't understand why he prefer the man looked at him with his deadass plain expression, than with this smile.
Did he called him psycho?
"What," Jin breathed out.
"You fucking crafted a name from nowhere on your damn skin and told me you didn't even know who I am? Are you fucking with my head?"
The man grabbed the collar of Jin's hospital gown and pulled him up from the bed. Both faces were close and Jin couldn't stop at admiring the dark inside his eyes.
That voice was coming again.
Don't tell him the truth, don't tell him the truth, don't tell him the truth, Seokjin. You are safe with me.
"I'm not telling him," Jin was whispering now. He closed his eyes tight and shook his head. Make the voice go away please.
"You better fucking telling me, god damn it, you spoiled lil brat! You pulled me in this case, ruined my carrier, now watch me ruining the veins inside your neck!"
The man tighten the grab which now was choking his neck.
"Stop it, please, stop" Jin whispered. That's all he could do now. His energy was drained.
"I'll let this stop!" In gritted teeth the man whispered back to Jin's ear.
'Yes, kill him like you used to,'
The man stopped and looked to his sides and around his back. Nobody was in the room. It was just the two of them.
He swore he heard a voice.
He looked down at the other man who face was flushed red and in split of minute, his face was changing to a woman.
The one he was so familiar with.
"No,"
He let go the neck of the man. His breath was a rigid as he stared at his shaking hands.
As soon as his neck was free, Jin felt like his lungs were working again. Coughing and coughing, he tried to pull so much air he lost for a full minute.
The beep on the cardiac machine next to Jin let out strange noises and soon some paramedics entered the room. They all were rushing toward Jin.
One was yelling for CPR, the other was running inside the room, bringing
defibrillator along with them.
But the other man who choked him before was silent. All he could do was staring at the man who now was fighting for his life on the hospital bed, and all was because of him.
No one knew his little dark secret. No one knew it, because he had paid it to them. Because he had done it. Had paid the ghost. But, why did they all come back in sudden toward him?