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“All roads lead to you, even those I took to forget you.” – 김태형
After a week-long day off, Seokjin found himself stepping into the halls of the Korean Broadcasting System (KBS), a place he hadn't expected to visit so soon after his break. The sight left him momentarily speechless, a rare occurrence for someone usually so composed.
As an intern and a doctor-wanna-be , he was well acquainted with the concept of ‘Outside Practice’ —medical professionals venturing beyond hospital walls to provide care and education to the public. Yet, the notion of entertainers requiring medical attention, let alone counseling, was a realm he had not previously explored.
KBS, the national broadcaster of South Korea, had called upon their hospital for medical check-ups and counseling for their staff and artists. Concerns about drug use or depression leading to suicidal tendencies prompted this sudden initiative. Seokjin, along with his colleagues, was tasked with the job, assigned to the counseling room despite it not being his area of expertise.
Tasked with conducting medical check-ups and offering support to staff and artists of KBS, Seokjin found himself in unfamiliar territory. For Seokjin, it was an opportunity to fulfill his residency requirements, even if psychiatry wasn't his forte. As he delved into his duties, he encountered individuals in distress, weighed down by the relentless pressures of their industry.
The constant scrutiny, coupled with the fear of failure, took a toll on their mental well-being, leaving them vulnerable and in need of support. Amidst the chaos of hectic schedules and societal expectations, many found themselves grappling with depression and anxiety, their mental health suffering under the weight of constant criticism.
As Seokjin delved deeper into his role, he encountered individuals on the brink of despair, their spirits crushed by the relentless demands of their profession. Behind the glitz and glamour lay a darker reality—a world where success was measured not just in ratings, but in the toll it took on one's well-being. As he listened to their stories, Seokjin couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy, recognizing the fragility of the human spirit in the face of relentless pressure.
In the counseling room, Seokjin became a source of solace for those seeking refuge from the storms raging within their minds. With gentle words and a compassionate ear, he offered comfort to those struggling to navigate the tumultuous waters of fame and fortune. And between the tears and heartache, he found moments of connection—that reminded him of the resilience of the human spirit.
“Television, you see, it's more about the producer's vision than the writer's,” One of the writers remarked, her tone reflective as she shared her insights.
“When you're directing a show, there are rules already set in stone—a color palette, a visual style. You just have to play by them.”
“Being a producer is like a mind meld,” One of the producers confessed, his voice tinged with resignation.
“You've got to listen not to what they say, but what they really want .”
“It's like being the guy who organizes the party while everyone else is having a blast,” One of the property staff mused, a hint of wistfulness in his words.
“You make sure everything runs smoothly, but you're not really part of the fun.”
Seokjin found solace in being a good listener, lending an ear to those who needed to unload the burdens of their profession. Some regretted their career choices, while others clung to a glimmer of hope.
“Becoming a producer, it's a bit selfish, you know?” some of his patients confessed, her gaze distant.
“I want my kind of show to thrive, and helping others create their own is the best way to do it.”
“I believe a producer's role is to empower artists to be true to themselves,” she added, a touch of conviction in his voice.
The writer before him broke down in tears, releasing the pent-up pressure she had been holding.
“Thank you for being here to listen,” she choked out between sobs.
“It's our job to support you,” Seokjin reassured her gently.
“Don't hesitate to reach out if you need us again.” He added while bidding her a goodbye.
Moreover, Seokjin found himself tasked with counseling various entertainers, predominantly singers, actors, and idols. Yet, many of them struggled to open up authentically, hindered by unseen forces—likely the restrictive directives of their respective agencies.
Consequently, their conversations often skirted around the real issues, dwelling instead on trivial matters. Seokjin witnessed this firsthand as he sat across from a man whose complaints about Seoul traffic thinly veiled deeper struggles.
Despite his insistence on tardiness as the primary concern, Seokjin discerned the telltale signs of sleep deprivation etched into the man's weary visage.
“Is that all you're worried about?” Seokjin inquired, his gaze gentle yet probing.
“Well, I suppose I'm doing alright, ” the man replied, attempting to maintain a facade of composure.
“In that case, my best advice would be to prioritize rest without resorting to sleeping pills,” Seokjin suggested, noting the flicker of surprise that crossed the man's features.
“You should undergo a thorough medical examination and focus on achieving a healthy sleep . I can draft a recommendation for your agency, urging them to prioritize your well-being,” Seokjin elaborated, swiftly jotting down details on a form.
“I worry that much of our work as actors is shaped by producers rather than our own creative impulses.” He suddenly spoke.
Seokjin mused, pausing in his writing to study the now-relaxed man before him.
“What do you mean?” Seokjin asked, curiosity piqued.
“It's not that my agency mistreats me. I'm simply a typical actor who's become ensnared in the pursuit of external validation. I've been chasing applause and the relentless pursuit of success. But when I pause to reflect, I realize I've been living in someone else's dreams, ” the man confessed, his voice tinged with introspection.
“What if this moment serves as your ‘pause,’ prompting you to rediscover your true self and reclaim your own desires? ” Seokjin suggested gently, allowing the weight of his words to settle.
A contemplative silence enveloped them.
“Lee Jongsuk-shi, from this point forward, your eyes need not be dazzled by those spotlights ,” Seokjin reassured, offering a warm smile.
“And I'll ensure that you get the rest you truly deserve,” Seokjin added, a shared chuckle breaking the tension.
“As an actor, I can discern a forced smile, Doctor, ” Jongsuk remarked coolly, though his gaze softened as it met Seokjin's.
“You can't conceal your true self behind those round spectacles,” he observed.
“I wear them not to hide who I am, Lee Jongsuk-shi,” Seokjin responded, meeting the actor's gaze unwaveringly.
‘I'm wearing it because it's like a fortress to me.’
///
Seokjin stood rooted in place as Jungkook introduced him to the enigmatic figure beside him.
Kim Tae Hyung.
Known as Detective Kim, Taehyung was a private investigator with a reputation for his eccentricities, characterized by peculiar habits, unconventional methods, and a unique personality.
Despite his idiosyncrasies , Taehyung was highly regarded by his colleagues for his sharp intellect and remarkable knack for solving even the most perplexing cases. Though he often strayed from societal norms, those who took the time to understand him recognized the depth of his character and the brilliance of his mind.
He also Jungkook's roommate remained somewhat of a mystery to Seokjin. Who felt a pang of embarrassment at not knowing more about his own neighbor. Yet, he couldn't deny that Taehyung's eccentricity seemed to transcend mere social awkwardness, bordering on a complete lack of awareness of social cues.
It started like this .
The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense as Seokjin awaited the arrival of the private investigator that the police had invited to assist with the murder case. Doctor Dan Min Ji, a respected forensic pathologist, had requested Seokjin's assistance, citing his reputation among consultants and residents. It was a significant opportunity for him, one he hoped would allow him to gain valuable experience.
As Seokjin braced himself for the arrival of the investigator, the door swung open, and in walked Taehyung, accompanied by Jungkook.
Seokjin's surprise was palpable .
He hadn't expected Jungkook, his neighbor, to be involved in the investigation, let alone bring Taehyung along.
“Jungkook-shi? What brings you here?” Seokjin queried.
“Hey, Doctor Kim ! Surprise, huh? I'm assisting with the investigation,” Jungkook replied, a bunny grin adorning his features.
Seokjin's gaze shifted to the enigmatic newcomer.
“And hello to…” he inquired, extending a polite greeting.
“Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Investigator for this case and also Jungkook’s roommate.” The man introduced himself, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized Seokjin.
“You're the intern Doctor Dan enlisted, correct?” The man, Taehyung, asked again.
Seokjin nodded, his demeanor composed despite the weight of Taehyung's scrutiny.
“Yes, I'm Intern Kim Seokjin. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He gave a ninety-degree bow, a polite manner to the stranger.
However, Taehyung's gaze remained fixed on Seokjin, assessing him with a discerning eye.
“Doctor Dan seems to have placed a significant amount of trust in you,” he remarked, his tone laced with skepticism.
Their first encounter was far from smooth .
Taehyung looked at Seokjin with disapproval, obviously dubious of Doctor Dan's choice to include an intern in a case of this magnitude. Seokjin felt compelled to admit that Taehyung's worries were valid.
After all, cases of this magnitude typically require seasoned professionals with extensive experience.
“Dr. Dan, do you really think it's wise to involve an intern in such a high-profile case?" Taehyung looked at Seokjin with a piercing gaze and his remarks conveyed a trace of doubt.
However, Doctor Dan, ever-compassionate, defended her decision.
“I understand your reservations, Detective. Cases like these usually require seasoned professionals with extensive experience. I empathize with your concerns, but Seokjin here has the potential to learn and grow from this experience,” she explained, her tone gentle yet resolute.
“I was once in his position, and I firmly believe that young doctors need these opportunities to develop their skills.” She recounted her journey, highlighting the importance of allowing young doctors to immerse themselves in the complexities of real-world cases.
To her, nurturing the next generation of experts meant providing them with hands-on experience, even in the face of daunting challenges.
Seokjin braced himself for Taehyung's rebuttal, expecting a heated argument. However, to his surprise, Taehyung's demeanor softened, his expression morphing into one of genuine concern.
“My worry is that inexperienced individuals like him could inadvertently become scapegoats if anything were to go wrong during the investigation.”
Taehyung's words stung, conveying his belief that Seokjin was ill-prepared for the complexities of the case and susceptible to making mistakes that could jeopardize the investigation's integrity.
But it was the hard truth .
Seokjin's understanding of forensic pathology was limited to his undergraduate studies. He had never before witnessed the final moments of a patient's life firsthand. The memory of the incident from several months prior, when Doctor Hwang rebuffed his attempts to save a man at a restaurant alongside Jiho and Jimin, still lingered painfully in his mind.
Even Doctor Dan seemed taken aback by Taehyung's rationale, which, though intended to safeguard Seokjin, struck a chord of discomfort within him.
“Rest assured, Kim . I'll make sure intern Kim is safe and supported throughout this investigation,” her gaze unwavering as she met Taehyung’s eyes.
Observing the obliviousness of the man before him to the unspoken tension in the room, Doctor Dan assured Taehyung that she would ensure Seokjin's safety and the smooth progression of the investigation.
With a resigned sigh, Taehyung relented, the tension in the room easing slightly as they reached a tentative agreement. Marking the beginning of their acquaintance.
It was Seokjin's inaugural encounter with Taehyung, a moment that left him feeling utterly defenseless, standing silently in Doctor Dan's shadow without a word to offer.
///
“He's such an asshole, ” Jiho muttered, his frustration evident as Seokjin recounted his encounter with Jungkook and Taehyung at the police station. The two friends were unwinding after a long day, sorting through patient records to hand over to their residents.
Seokjin shot Jiho with a warning look.
“Watch your language, Jiho,” he cautioned, mindful of their workplace etiquette. He didn't want to risk another reprimand from Doctor Lee for inappropriate language.
“What he said may have some truth to it,” Seokjin spoke again, cautioning his friend against speaking ill of Taehyung.
Jiho huffed in frustration, refusing to back down.
“I'm not disputing the truth of his words, I'm just calling out his lousy attitude," he retorted.
Seokjin sighed, recognizing Jiho's tendency to be blunt.
“He's not all bad, he’s just…” Seokjin defended, attempting to find some middle ground. Jiho arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
“Just what?” he pressed, eager for Seokjin to elaborate.
“He's just a straight-talking type of person,” Seokjin explained, shrugging off his coat and medical uniform as he prepared to change into more comfortable attire.
He opted for an oversized cream-colored V-neck sweater with subtle red accents, layering it over a crisp white shirt. His black trousers were neatly tailored, tapering towards his ankles, and he completed the look with chunky white sneakers, embodying a casual yet put-together style.
Observing Seokjin's transformation, Jiho let out a sigh before speaking again.
“Seokjin, what Taehyung said may have hit a nerve, but that doesn't define your worth,” he insisted, concerned about lacing his voice.
“You've been pushing yourself too hard lately, spending endless hours at the library without rest or proper meals.” Jiho continued, frustration evident in his tone.
“And now you're about to head to the city library during your break? You've been obsessing over one person's opinion,” he pointed out, shaking his head in disbelief.
Seokjin's dedication was undeniable. Jiho had witnessed firsthand his friend's tireless commitment to his work, regardless of the task at hand. His dedication to learning and unwavering commitment to his duties were renowned among the medical staff. Even in the pediatrics department, where tasks ranged from intricate surgeries to the simplest of diaper changes, Seokjin approached each responsibility with the same level of diligence and care.
Whether it was changing a diaper in pediatrics or assisting in a complex surgery, Seokjin approached each responsibility with unwavering dedication.
However, beneath Seokjin's outward competence lay a deep-seated lack of confidence. Despite his consistent success, he grappled with insecurities that shadowed his every endeavor. Jiho understood this internal struggle all too well, knowing that Seokjin's relentless pursuit of excellence stemmed from a fear of falling short. Seokjin remained plagued by doubt, constantly striving for perfection even when he had already surpassed expectations.
So when Seokjin chose to forego sleep and sustenance to delve into the complexities of forensic pathology, Jiho wasn't entirely taken aback. Seokjin's dedication knew no bounds, especially when he felt his abilities were under scrutiny. He approached his studies with a fervor akin to devotion.
“You know I can't let down Doctor Dan,” Seokjin pleaded with Jiho, desperation evident in his voice.
"She's invested so much in me, and her endorsement could make all the difference for my residency test.”
Touched by Seokjin's sincerity, Jiho couldn't bring himself to dissuade his friend, though he worried about the toll it would take on Seokjin's well-being.
“Promise me you'll at least take a break to eat and rest for an hour,” Jiho implored, concern etched in his features.
“Your body is begging for it.” Jiho reminded him again, knowing that Seokjin was stubborn about the condition of his own body.
“I'll try,” Seokjin acquiesced with a weary smile, signaling the end of their conversation before disappearing into his studies.
Left alone with his thoughts, Jiho couldn't help but curse the enigmatic figure of Kim Taehyung, silently wishing that he would sneeze all day or knock his toe on the door.
///
Encountering Taehyung at the city library was an unexpected twist in Seokjin's day. He noticed the man grappling with an issue at the librarian's desk, a sight that stirred a fleeting urge within Seokjin to offer assistance. Yet, he held back, trusting in Taehyung's resourcefulness to navigate the situation on his own.
In Seokjin's experience, individuals with eccentricities often possessed a knack for problem-solving.
With a stack of books in hand, Seokjin settled into a secluded corner, shielded from view by a towering bookcase. For hours, he delved into the texts before him, absorbing the knowledge they contained. Seokjin meticulously took notes, his focus unwavering as he immersed himself in his studies.
However, a sense of being observed pulled Seokjin's attention away from his books. Raising his gaze, he locked eyes with Taehyung, who sat opposite him.
“Hi?” Taehyung's greeting held a note of surprise at the unexpected encounter.
Seokjin's reflexes barely stopped him from accidentally striking Taehyung's head with his hefty tome, a demonstration of his restrained response.
“Detective Kim?” Seokjin's tone conveyed his astonishment at finding Taehyung seated before him.
Taehyung's appearance confirmed Seokjin's earlier sighting of the man. Clad in a laid-back ensemble, Taehyung exuded an air of casual nonchalance. His attire consisted of a sleeveless grey tank top bearing the bold logo of Diesel, fitting him impeccably without being overly snug. Paired with distressed denim baggy jeans featuring prominent tears and a relaxed fit, his outfit exuded a carefree charm. Completing the look were blue slip-on shoes with white soles, injecting a subtle hint of color into the predominantly neutral palette.
In essence, Taehyung resembled a rebellious senior student who had flunked his courses numerous times rather than a well-known detective.
“You have good reflexes,” Taehyung remarked in a monotone voice, leaving Seokjin puzzled by the underlying implication—if there was one at all.
Unable to decipher Taehyung's intentions, Seokjin found himself at a loss.
Understanding someone like Taehyung proved to be a daunting task apparently.
“Um... thanks?” Seokjin responded tentatively, interpreting Taehyung's words as praise, albeit uncertain if being commended for his reflexes was truly a compliment.
Silence descended once more, enveloping them in its weighty embrace. Seokjin remained still, contemplating, while Taehyung mirrored his quiet introspection.
Coughing softly, Seokjin attempted to shatter the oppressive stillness that Taehyung seemed content to maintain. However, his efforts were met with little response, prompting Seokjin to retreat back into his studies.
Three days passed, each filled with painstaking immersion into the realms of forensic pathology and forensic medicine, despite no indication of his direct involvement in the ongoing investigation, despite his inclusion in the team's roster.
Seokjin discerned Doctor Dan's subtle disappointment, recognizing Taehyung's preference to address the case independently before seeking their input following their initial encounter. Though unspoken, it was a tacit dismissal, a testament to Taehyung's doubt in his status as an expert investigator registered on the case.
While Doctor Dan refrained from labeling it as a ‘refusal,’ she lamented their inability to examine the victim's body directly, acknowledging its pivotal role in their investigation. Seokjin found solace in her minor grievances, offering reassurance that perhaps the case wasn't as complex as initially perceived, warranting their delayed intervention.
Nevertheless, this experience fortified Seokjin's resolve. Regardless of the size of the opportunity, he aimed to take advantage of it.
Being on a team of experts did leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
A reminder of his lack of expertise in clinical forensics and his disinterest in specializing in the field. He reasoned that it was only natural for someone like Taehyung to lead the charge in such matters and act like that towards him.
Seokjin accepted that his shortcomings necessitated his efforts to conceal them. He believed it was inherent that he, with his multitude of deficiencies, should bear the burden of masking his inadequacies.
In his endeavor to compensate for his shortcomings, Seokjin made numerous sacrifices—of time, energy, physical and psychological well-being, and perhaps most significantly, of his heart .
He swallowed the bitter truth that, despite his earnest efforts, he would never be recognized.
He wasn't Taehyung, endowed with exceptional skills.
He wasn't Doctor Dan, possessing a wealth of experience.
He wasn't Jungkook, blessed with a keen intellect.
He wasn't Jiho, favored by God as a versatile and capable individual.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, realizing that despite his earnest efforts,
He would forever remain in the shadow of those more skilled and revered .
Hence, he was unsure why the detective was here, staring at him.
Seokjin couldn't decipher the enigmatic expression on Taehyung's face either.
After a prolonged silence, Taehyung finally broke the ice.
“I've been staying at Jungkook's apartment for quite some time, maybe a month, but I've never crossed paths with you before.”
“Ah... as you know, my work shifts vary. So, my resting or returning home times are unpredictable since I lack a fixed schedule.” Seokjin offered an explanation
Another silence followed, prompting Seokjin to keep the conversation alive.
“May I ask why you, Detective Kim, are staying at Jungkook's place?”
“Your apartment is close to the crime scene, and I don't have the luxury of time to travel back to my home.” Taehyung's response was succinct.
Curious, Seokjin inquired further.
“Would it be too forward of me to inquire about your residence?”
“Daegu,” Taehyung replied simply.
Seokjin acknowledged with a nod, realizing the considerable inconvenience of commuting from Daegu to Seoul, a journey spanning approximately three hours by car.
Truly, it was quite a hassle for Taehyung.
The tension between them resurfaced, casting a shadow over their interaction as Seokjin grappled with his thoughts, unsure of what to say next.
Yet, amidst the silence, one pressing question lingered in Seokjin's mind.
A question he lacked the courage to voice, ‘Why not simply remove me from the investigation team if I'm deemed so worthless?’
Aware that his time for reading was dwindling and unable to focus with Taehyung's presence nearby, Seokjin made a swift decision to gather his belongings and hastily depart for the hospital.
Just as he was about to excuse himself, Taehyung interjected.
“I'm hungry. Have you eaten?” Seokjin shook his head in response.
A subtle grin graced Taehyung's lips, hinting at a side of him Seokjin had yet to decipher.
“Then come with me. Let's grab a bite.”
“But I have a shift to attend after this,” Seokjin protested.
“When does your shift end?” Taehyung remained undeterred.
“Um, not until midnight,” Seokjin admitted.
“In that case, I'll wait,” Taehyung insisted.
“Are you sure? You said you were hungry,” Seokjin pressed.
“ I'm hungry because of you, ” Taehyung replied casually, oblivious to the effect his words had on Seokjin's racing heart.
Seokjin found himself baffled by Taehyung's peculiar logic, unable to unravel the mysteries of this enigmatic man's mind.
///
Jiho's frustration was palpable, and understandable given the circumstances. The individual he had silently prayed would suffer a minor mishap and was now in close proximity, sharing the same space, and breathing the same air.
It took all of Jiho's restraint not to grab Seokjin and demand an explanation. How could his best friend entertain someone who had shattered his confidence, let alone agree to dine together?
“If you're labeling this guy as eccentric, you're severely understating it. He's practically fixated on you, Seokjin. I don't understand why you'd agree to eat with him,” Jiho lamented, his exasperation evident.
“He's Jungkook's friend, and he's acquainted with Dr. Dan. He's not all bad.” Seokjin offered a feeble defense.
As the clock struck ten in the evening, Jiho made a generous offer.
“Let me cover your shift. Wrap up whatever you need to with him,” he said, gesturing towards Taehyung, who was engrossed in conversation with a family in the emergency room.
And so, Seokjin found himself in an unfamiliar ramyeon restaurant, its ambiance quiet and secluded. He couldn't help but question the choice of venue for their meal, but Taehyung appeared content, his eyes bright with anticipation.
“This place came highly recommended by one of the families I met at your hospital earlier. I can't wait to dig in,” Taehyung explained, as two steaming bowls of ramyeon soup, accompanied by kimchi and dumplings, were placed before them.
“What do you want from me?” Seokjin finally surrendered, his voice carrying the weight of his frustration and exhaustion.
Despite Jiho's generous offer to cover his shift, Seokjin had no intention of spending his time with this man. He found solace in keeping busy, allowing his mind to focus on anything but the unsettling thoughts swirling within him.
Taehyung, engrossed in slurping his ramyeon, paused before responding.
“Can't you let me eat in peace for a bit?”
Seokjin's patience waned.
“Detective Kim, you can eat in peace without me-”
“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. Didn't I introduce myself, or was your polite attitude at that time just a default setting?” Taehyung's interruption cut through Seokjin's words like a blade, leaving behind a sting of accusation.
“I addressed you respectfully, according to your title,” Seokjin countered.
“So I can't call you by your name? Jungkook mentioned you're younger than him, which means you're younger than me-”
“Taehyung-shi. I'll leave the team if that's what anyone wants,” Seokjin interjected firmly, his frustration bubbling to the surface.
In a different circumstance, Seokjin might have been astonished by the change in Taehyung's previously composed demeanor. But in that moment, with the ramyeon growing cold before him, all he felt was a deep-seated desire to leave.
As Seokjin moved to stand, a tight grip on his right hand halted him in his tracks.
“I'm sorry,” Taehyung's admission caught Seokjin off guard, his expression morphing into something comical.
“What?” Seokjin's incredulous tone betrayed his surprise.
“I'm sorry. Jungkook mentioned that my behavior towards you three days ago was a tad impolite,” Taehyung clarified, his words laced with genuine regret.
“A tad impolite?” Seokjin scoffed.
“That's an understatement.”
Taehyung continued, "
“I have a habit of observing people. Not for any particular reason, just out of curiosity.”
Seokjin's frustration simmered.
“What you did wasn't observation. You outright judged me based on your observations. You labeled me 'useless' in this case.”
“I never called you useless,” Taehyung's voice rose, but Seokjin scoffed in response.
“You questioned my abilities!”
“I question the capabilities of the police bureaucracy, Kim Seokjin!”
“By questioning why I, as an intern, was assigned to your case!?” Seokjin shot back.
“Yes! Because our main focus is to shield you from any accusations that might arise!”
Their heated exchange halted abruptly, the realization dawning on them that they were causing a scene in the quiet diner.
But Seokjin's weariness overshadowed any embarrassment.
“You tried to shield me from being a scapegoat because you believed I couldn't defend myself . That was your judgment against me,” Seokjin's voice wavered as tears welled in his eyes, leaving Taehyung feeling the weight of his words.
Seokjin had never felt so overwhelmed with sadness before.
He had never shed tears in front of strangers.
Yet, Kim Taehyung seemed to embody everything he was insecure about – a handsome face, a coveted job, innate intelligence, and undeniable talents. Taehyung exuded confidence in everything he did and wanted, contrasting starkly with Seokjin's doubts and uncertainties. Taehyung was like a bulldozer, effortlessly clearing obstacles, while Seokjin felt like a road strewn with obstacles.
Then, as if defying the laws of their emotional gravity, Taehyung's calloused hand dared to hold Seokjin's fragile one.
His long, veined fingers enveloped Seokjin's smaller , more delicate ones with a sense of longing that transcended words. The stoic facade of Taehyung's godly sculpted face crumbled as tears escaped Seokjin's eyes, leaving Seokjin feeling lightheaded at the sight before him.
“This case was handed over to Jungkook because corrupt officials wanted to sabotage his career. Bong Si Ha, who holds the same rank as Jungkook, is backed by these officials. Siha is the son of one of Seoul's district heads,” Taehyung explained, his thumb gently caressing Seokjin's wrist as if offering comfort.
Seokjin blinked, the warmth of Taehyung's touch soothing his aching heart.
“This case was thrust upon Jungkook amid its escalating intensity. The public outcry for immediate justice grew louder as the accommodations for Jungkook's team remained scarce. He eventually sought my assistance, to which I agreed, unpaid, Seokjin. It became apparent that the agency strictly regulated the expenses for Jungkook's team,” Taehyung explained.
“Initially, the investigation progressed smoothly until the higher-ups demanded Jungkook hire experts to quell public outrage. Doctor Dan was among those listed, and I know she's a good person. I've had the chance to work with her before,” Taehyung continued, his voice steady despite the weight of his words.
“What we didn't anticipate was the police's failure to allocate the funds intended for Doctor Dan's services. While Doctor Dan might not mind working unpaid, the agency had formally requested payment, leading to administrative hurdles. To accommodate the expenses, Doctor Dan suggested you assist him, allowing him to work seamlessly without administrative obstacles.” Taehyung's revelation left Seokjin reeling, his hand finding solace in Taehyung's grasp amid the turmoil of emotions swirling within him.
Seokjin found himself suddenly aware that his tears had ceased flowing, his emotions stirred by Taehyung's earnest words.
“It's evident they're seeking a scapegoat for this viral case. Doctor Dan or you are the candidates for sacrifice. Regardless, Doctor Dan will be on duty, and you'll be relegated to observer status despite being listed as part of the expert team. Jungkook will face accusations of negligence in his administrative duties,” Taehyung explained, his grip on Seokjin's hand tightening with conviction.
“But Seokjin... it's Jungkook we're talking about. Jungkook who's been speaking of you day and night, long before this case arose. Jungkook who made me feel like I already knew you through his stories, and now here you are, existing in the same space and time as me. The Seokjin before me is the one Jungkook holds dear in his heart , the one he's been telling stories about like he's recounting tales of a deity . And now I understand why, ” Taehyung continued, his voice filled with reverence.
“Because the Seokjin I've met is truly precious . The most diligent and dedicated individual, seeking no recognition for his efforts. The Seokjin before me is loyal to a fault, compassionate beyond measure, and courageous in the face of adversity. His heart may be fragile, but its capacity for empathy is boundless," Taehyung declared passionately, pausing to collect his thoughts.
“The Seokjin I've encountered is warmer, more beautiful, and infinitely more perfect than the one I imagined or the one Jungkook described . So, if it were up to us, if it were up to me , I wouldn't let anyone harm you . I wouldn't allow them to lay a finger on someone as precious as you, Seokjin, ” Taehyung concluded, his words causing a blush to spread across Seokjin's cheeks.
Seeing Seokjin's reaction filled Taehyung with a glimmer of hope.
“But what's done is done. You've been involved and spent your precious time studying this case. If it weren't for Jungkook accidentally spotting you in the hospital library and discussing this with me, I wouldn't have known anything. My initial plan was to apologize and ask you not to trouble yourself with this case. But here we are, making you cry. If I report this to Jungkook, or if you cry in front of your friends who are glaring at me, I'm sure I won't live to see another day . Well, I'm not sure I could live knowing I made you cry, ” Taehyung remarked with a hint of self-deprecation.
Seokjin couldn't help but laugh at Taehyung's last comment, his laughter easing the tension in the air. He moved to rub his eyes, but Taehyung's hand intercepted him.
“Don't, your eyes will sting,” Taehyung advised softly, above whispers, removing his glasses and gently wiping Seokjin's eyes with his handkerchief, his gaze filled with tenderness.
Looking at him as if he hung the moon.
Taehyung was indeed a peculiar man , but Seokjin realized there was never any ill intent behind his actions.
“I'm sorry for shouting and accusing you carelessly, Tae... hyung… ” Seokjin's voice trailed off as he uttered the unfamiliar name, feeling a strange but euphoric sensation swell within him.
“If you're caught calling me hyung before Jungkook, I'll meet my end at his hands . But at least I'll die peacefully after hearing my name from your lips, ” Taehyung quipped, the warmth of their laughter washing away any lingering discomfort in their hearts.
Ignored the warmth blossoming in their chests.
///
“Kang Ha Na, 25 years old, SNU medical student, was found dead a week ago, there are indications of harassment and FGM¹ practices,” Taehyung conveyed as he handed Seokjin a paper detailing the victim's identity and the circumstances surrounding her death.
“Our forensic team will do everything in our power to uncover the truth,” assured Doctor Dan. It was the fourth day since their initial meeting and the day following Seokjin and Taehyung's reconciliation.
Now, Doctor Dan and Seokjin had been granted access to examine the victim's condition firsthand.
Clad in his protective gear, Seokjin meticulously inspected every aspect of the victim's body under Doctor Dan's guidance. Despite his apprehension about facing a deceased individual for the first time, Seokjin's predominant emotions were those of sorrow and empathy.
As he surveyed the bruises and signs of struggle etched upon the victim's form, Seokjin couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pity and anguish. The evident agony endured by the victim painted a harrowing picture of her final moments, leaving Seokjin grappling with the unfathomable cruelty of such acts.
“What do you think about it, Seokjin?” Doctor Dan inquired once they had completed their examination, removing her mask to address Seokjin directly.
Seokjin suddenly felt the weight of three pairs of eyes trained on him. Gathering his thoughts, he responded,
“Judging from the wound on her female organ, it appears to have been performed with precision, indicative of a professional. The incision and stitching are exceptionally tidy.”
The trio nodded in agreement with Seokjin's assessment, prompting him to continue.
“Furthermore, considering the scars present on other parts of her body, it doesn't appear to be solely the result of sexual harassment. Rather, they resemble wounds inflicted in the act of resisting. It suggests that sexual activity may have occurred before the assailant's actions.”
The suspicion in their gazes didn't escape Seokjin's notice. Taehyung, mindful of his words, interjected,
“Are you certain, Seokjin? I mean... it's not that I doubt you, please understand. But, this is a new angle in this case.”
Jungkook, displaying his characteristic sensitivity, added,
“Could you provide more details?”
Seokjin marveled at the compassion displayed by these individuals, recognizing the stark contrast between their gentle demeanors and the demanding nature of their profession.
“You see here,” Seokjin began, his voice calm and measured.
“These scars are not consistent with the pattern we typically see in cases of sexual harassment.” He pointed to the jagged edges of the scar, the skin puckered and raised where it had healed over time.
“These wounds appear to be the result of defensive injuries, likely inflicted during a struggle.”
Jungkook frowned, his brow furrowing as he absorbed Seokjin's analysis.
“So you're saying...,” he trailed off, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Seokjin nodded, his expression grave.
“It's possible that sexual activity did occur before the assailant's actions,” he confirmed, his gaze steady as he met Jungkook's eyes.
“But these scars suggest that the victim fought back, resisting her attacker's advances.”
Taehyung's eyes scanned the victim's body, searching for any signs of struggle amidst the scars and bruises. Seokjin's voice broke through his thoughts, his tone gentle yet resolute as he continued his analysis.
“And here,” Seokjin said, his gloved hand tracing along the curve of Kang Hana's neck,
“We have what appears to be kiss marks. Which is the reason why we think she got harassed.” He pointed to the faint discoloration on the skin, his fingers hovering just above the evidence.
“But notice the lack of defensive wounds around this area. There's no indication of resistance."
“He’s right. She also has bite marks on her inner thighs and only those marks in that area. No wounds, or any scars.” Doctor Dan chimed in.
Taehyung leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued by Seokjin's observations.
“So, you're saying that just because there are signs of sexual activity doesn't necessarily mean it was non-consensual?” he asked, seeking clarification and Seokjin nodded, her expression serious.
“Exactly,” Doctor Dan affirmed Seokjin’s idea, her voice steady despite the gravity of their discussion.
“In cases of sexual harassment or assault, we often see defensive injuries—scratches, bruises, sharp bite marks—indicative of a struggle. But here, there's a notable absence of such evidence.” She concluded while Taehyung absorbed Seokjin and her analysis, a newfound understanding dawning in his eyes.
“So, while there may have been sexual activity, it's not enough to conclude that it was non-consensual,” he concluded, his voice tinged with realization.
Taehyung's mind raced with implications, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place.
“Also I want to point out something,” Seokjin continued as he pointed to a faint handprint imprinted on Kang Hana's waist.
“We have evidence of physical contact.” He gestured towards the telltale marks.
“But notice the size and shape of the handprint—it's delicate, almost dainty.”
Jungkook's eyes widened in realization as he followed Seokjin's train of thought.
“You're suggesting that the perpetrator may have been a woman?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment and Seokjin nodded.
“It's a possibility. Given the size and shape of the handprint, it's more likely that it belonged to a woman rather than a man,” he confirmed.
“Then, it’s an answer about the absence of male fluids in the victim's female organ,” Dr Dan explained, her voice tinged with concern.
“We're going to conduct another lab test, exploring various methods to uncover DNA or traces of the perpetrator on the body,” Jungkook announced decisively.
“The body has been frozen for a week. I'm uncertain about the accuracy of the lab results.” Dr. Dan expressed her concern.
“We have the initial lab findings from when the victim was discovered, along with recorded notes from the crime scene. Plus, don't fret. If the forensic results fall short, we'll rely on my keen sense of smell to sniff out the culprit,” Taehyung quipped, eliciting a slight smile from everyone despite the somber atmosphere, even in the presence of the victim's corpse.
Seokjin began to understand Taehyung a little better now.
Getting to know Taehyung's ways.
He recognized Taehyung's penchant for using humor as a coping mechanism in difficult situations. Witnessing Taehyung's reverent prayer for the deceased before returning her to her resting place, Seokjin sensed a genuine determination to seek justice for Hana.
Their eyes met, exchanging silent encouragement. Seokjin found himself offering a supportive smile, met in kind by Taehyung's trademark boxy grin.
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It's been a tumultuous two weeks since Hana's case made headlines and a week since Taehyung and Jungkook apprehended the culprit. Ryu Hwa Young, a gynecologist, and Hana's mentor turned lover. Their secret relationship, born from student-teacher dynamics, evolved into something deeper, yet concealed due to societal taboos. This secrecy obscured Hwayoung's role in orchestrating Hana's demise, complicating the investigation.
Seokjin, recognizing Hwayoung's guilt from her background and the evidence, felt a mix of confirmation and disbelief. The motive, rooted in Hwayoung's recent involvement with a cult unbeknownst to her girlfriend and family, shocked society. Blinded by her newfound faith, she tragically sacrificed her beloved.
The hashtag #JusticeforHana still trends on social media, reflecting ongoing public interest in the trial's outcome. Seokjin stumbled upon articles praising the police's efforts, featuring Jungkook or Taehyung prominently. Grateful for the opportunity to work with Dr. Dan, Seokjin's exemplary performance earned him accolades, instilling newfound confidence in his forensic abilities.
For the first time, Seokjin embraced praise without reservation, shedding his self-deprecating tendencies. Meanwhile, Jiho conquered obstetrics, recalling fond memories of playful banter with Dr. Yi. Both Seokjin and Jiho now stand on the cusp of taking their medical professional certification exams, marking almost a year since they embarked on their internship journey.
“So, when are you going to ask for the registration papers?” Jiho inquired as they settled in at Seokjin's place, ready to indulge in take-out delights.
“Just need Dr. Lee's signature, then it's registration time. Planning to tackle the test by year-end,” Seokjin replied, spreading out their feast on the dining table—Jjimdak, Galbitang, and Patjuk, a fitting trio for the encroaching winter chill.
Jiho pondered for a moment before responding,
“After the test, what residency are you eyeing?”
“I'm leaning towards surgery, but the specialty's still up in the air. How about you? Set on obstetrics?”
“I'd rather not become the hospital's second Dr. Yi Na Bi,” Jiho quipped a hint of jest in his tone, eliciting shared laughter before his phone interrupted with Dr. Hwang's call, summoning him for assistance.
As Jiho hurriedly bid farewell, Seokjin watched him disappear behind the closing elevator doors, only for the opposite door to reveal a familiar figure stepping out—a man clad in a casually undone red and black plaid shirt, showcasing a glimpse of his toned physique. Paired with low-slung dark denim jeans, fastened with a visible belt buckle.
Taehyung's presence filled the space, exuding confidence as he nonchalantly flashed his skateboard. His unconventional yet trendy style, coupled with his striking appearance, left Seokjin momentarily stunned.
“ Hi? ” Taehyung greeted, evoking a sense of déjà vu with his familiar demeanor.
No one would be able to guess Taehyung's job if he dressed like this.
Seokjin couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his own appearance – simple black shorts and an oversized white t-shirt.
“Uh, hello to you too... Are you waiting for... someone?” Seokjin inquired, nodding towards Jungkook's unit door.
Taehyung shook his head as he strolled down the hallway, stopping at the unit next to Yoongi's, two doors away from him. Seokjin's realization dawned slowly.
“Oh... moving here?” His question sounded almost rhetorical, but Taehyung confirmed it with a smile.
Seokjin found himself grappling with the struggle to converse smoothly with Taehyung, trying to avoid any signs of embarrassment, even though he was certain his reddening neck and ears betrayed him.
“Congratulations... Tae... hyung, ” he managed, feeling oddly flustered by the honorific that slipped from his lips.
Taehyung's laughter only exacerbated the fluttering in Seokjin's stomach.
“ That's it? No invitation to step inside , or perhaps an invitation for you to come in? ” Taehyung teased, his playful tone doing little to calm Seokjin's nerves.
Seokjin hesitated, unsure if he dared to step into Taehyung's apartment. Throughout his time here, he had only interacted with three neighbors, if one could even call it that . There was the overnight stay at Jimin's due to his fever, the invitation for tea after helping an elderly couple with their boxes, and the impromptu chef duty for Hoseok before the athlete focused on training in Taereung now.
If Seokjin were to invite Taehyung inside, he would be only the second person, after Hoseok, to set foot in his place. Seokjin opted for the latter choice.
“Well, please excuse the messy state of my home,” Seokjin remarked, stepping aside to welcome Taehyung in.
The man offered a genuine smile before setting down his skateboard and entering, with Seokjin following suit and closing the door behind them. Contrary to what Seokjin had warned, his unit was not as disorderly as Taehyung might have expected.
“Your place is much tidier than Jungkook's room,” Taehyung remarked, earning a smile from Seokjin.
“Jiho and I were planning to eat together, but he received a sudden call from the hospital. Have you eaten yet?” Seokjin inquired.
“Not yet. I've just been enjoying some free time skateboarding. It's been a while since I've played with this big boy,” Taehyung replied, gesturing to the skateboard now hanging on the wall near the entrance.
“Well, if you don't mind, I have Jjimdak, Galbitang, and Patjuk, which is more than enough for two people,” Seokjin offered, inviting Taehyung to join him at the dining table.
Taehyung's eyes lit up with delight as he took in the spread before him.
“It's been ages since I've had Galbitang and Patjuk. This looks amazing, Seokjin. Thank you for inviting me over.”
“You're welcome. I'm glad you could join me. It's nice to have some company for dinner.” Seokjin smiled warmly, pleased to see Taehyung's appreciation for the meal.
As they began to eat, conversation flowed easily between them. Taehyung shared stories of his hometown in Daegu and how this was his first time living away from his family. Seokjin listened attentively, nodding along as he savored each bite of the comforting meal.
With a bottle of wine now opened, Seokjin's thoughts turned to his own journey.
“I've finally completed my internship,” he began, pouring them each a glass.
“Next, I'll be taking the medical professional certification exam to officially become a doctor.”
“Congratulations, Seokjin. That's a big accomplishment.” Taehyung raised his glass in a toast.
Their conversation then took a more lighthearted turn as Seokjin regaled Taehyung with stories about his friend Jiho. From their first meeting in high school to their present-day escapades, Seokjin painted a vivid picture of Jiho's personality – his love for basketball, his passion for transformers, and his mischievous yet endearing nature.
Taehyung listened intently, his gaze softening as he observed the genuine fondness in Seokjin's voice. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Seokjin spoke so lovingly about his best friend.
Finally, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Taehyung posed a question that caught Seokjin off guard.
“What about you, Seokjin? How do you see yourself? ”
Seokjin paused, taken aback by the unexpected question. For a moment, he was silent as he contemplated Taehyung's inquiry. He chuckled softly, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.
“Well, I suppose I'm pretty ordinary,” he began, a hint of sorrow in his voice.
“Not super smart, not super handsome either. I can cook, but not as superbly as my mom. And as for my looks, well, I didn't inherit my father's handsome face – that was all taken by my big brother.”
Taehyung listened intently, his face dropping as Seokjin opened up about his insecurities. As they continued to share stories and laughter over dinner, the wine loosening Seokjin's tongue, he found himself revealing something he had rarely voiced aloud.
“I've always wished someone would want me . You know, like, really want me. But who would want a nerdy guy with big glasses like me?” Seokjin's voice trailed off, his gaze turning introspective.
Taehyung's heart clenched at the vulnerability in Seokjin's words. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards the man sitting across from him.
“How can you be so sure that you're ‘unattractive’ in other people's eyes?” Taehyung challenged gently, his eyes searching Seokjin's for answers.
Seokjin let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“Trust me, I've tried,” he replied with a wistful smile.
“In my entire life, I've only confessed to two people, only to be rejected both times.”
Taehyung shook his head, a hint of disbelief in his expression.
“That's ridiculous. Who could reject someone as amazing as you?” he said sincerely, his eyes soft with sincerity. Seokjin laughed, but there was a bitterness in the sound.
“Well, apparently only stupid people find me attractive,” he quipped, his tone tinged with sadness.
Taehyung's gaze held steady, his expression serious.
“I don't think I'm stupid, ” he said quietly, his words carrying a weight that hung heavy in the air.
Seokjin's laughter faltered, his heart skipping a beat at Taehyung's earnest confession. Before he could respond, Taehyung's voice lowered, his eyes darkening with intensity.
“ Don’t you dare. ” That was an order .
His heartbeat was deafening.
“You have no idea how you make me feel. ”
“I think we're a little bit drunk,” Seokjin found the excuse, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere that had settled between them. But Taehyung wouldn't budge, his gaze unwavering.
If Seokjin thinks he can escape from this? He bet.
“I'm perfectly not drunk, Seokjin,” Taehyung insisted, his tone serious, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down Seokjin's spine.
Seokjin tried to shake off the weight of Taehyung's words, but they lingered, swirling in his mind like a tempestuous storm. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions that flooded his heart, the intensity of Taehyung's confession leaving him speechless.
“You have no idea what you do to me ,” Taehyung continued, his voice raw with emotion.
“I've felt things for you these past few weeks? months? Damn, I've been drawn to you before I even met you, Seokjin. That's insane and it doesn't seem healthy. I've wanted you so desperately, and I'm afraid it may not be natural. You consume my thoughts. You've arrested my senses, and I can't seem to get enough of you. That's what scares me. ”
Seokjin's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding against his ribcage as Taehyung's words washed over him like a tidal wave of emotion. He had never felt so seen, so desired , and yet so utterly vulnerable .
“You were more than ordinary to me,” Taehyung continued, his voice filled with reverence.
“You're a god, a deity, a siren, I don't know what you are—anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink, no looking down, or looking back. I was gone, headlong. I'm so deep there's no getting out for me. You own me , you know?”
Seokjin was speechless, his mind reeling from the intensity of Taehyung's confession.
“Seokjin, do you want to be wanted?” Taehyung's voice was soft, pleading, his eyes searching Seokjin's for answers.
“Let me tell you, the moment I saw you standing in front of your door like a deer caught in the headlights, I wanted to run . I wanted to run and pin you to the wall so desperately . So be grateful the reason I didn't even jump to you now was because this dining table who fucking separates us.”
Seokjin's legs went weak beneath him, his mind spinning with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
“ Tae hyung… ” Seokjin pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find his breath amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He choked on the air, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
And Taehyung, always bold in his way , moved closer, his eyes filled with tenderness and desire.
“Yes love , what do you want? ” Taehyung asked softly, his hands cradling Seokjin's face gently, his touch sending chills down Seokjin's spine.
Seokjin felt a tremor run through his body, his breath hitching in his throat as he gazed into Taehyung's eyes, filled with longing and anticipation.
“Kiss... I want to kiss,” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips before Taehyung's mouth descended upon his own.
Taehyung obliged , his lips meeting Seokjin's in a kiss that felt like an eternity and yet passed in the blink of an eye. Taehyung’s movements are fluid and deliberate as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. His lips met Seokjin's with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his emotions, a silent declaration of everything he had been longing to express.
In that fleeting moment, Seokjin felt as though time stood still, the world around them fading into insignificance as they became lost in the sensation of their lips meeting. It was a kiss filled with longing and desire, a promise of all the things they had yet to explore together. As their lips parted, Seokjin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the depth of feeling conveyed in that simple gesture, a realization that perhaps words alone could never fully capture.
Seokjin's glasses, which had always acted as a fortress around him, seemed to fade into insignificance at that moment, unable to shield him from the intensity of the emotions coursing through him. All that mattered was the warmth of Taehyung's lips against his own, the feeling of being wanted, desired, and loved .
It was his liberation night.