Chapter 2
Who Are You?

"Kim Taehyung?" Jungkook said worriedly.
Mark backed up against the wall. "Yeah, you don't know about him then? Well you see he-"
Suga grabbed Mark's arm. "Mark, now is not the time. Jungkook doesn't even know who his roommate is yet."
Suga looked through the plexi glass and saw the new transfer finally calming down. "We should take Jungkook back to his room. He probably has an examination and a therapy session tomorrow. He'll need to rest."
Jungkook eyed Suga suspiciously. "How do you know that?"
Suga shrugged. "It's protocol here. I've been in this place for almost a year."
Jungkook looked through the plexi glass. "Fine. Let's go."

Jungkook unlocked the door to his room and examined his new home. There were two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. Each bed had a wood desk in front of it and sheets with a blanket and a pillow were sitting on the bed's edge. Jungkook noticed he
had his own small closet which included hangers and a towel. The blinds were sealed shut.
Is this a hotel?
Jungkook examined both beds and realized neither was taken, so he had a chance to decide which side of the room would be his. Choosing the bed on the right, he started to unravel the sheets. Once he finished, he stared at the ceiling and put his arm over
his eyes. "What the fuck am I doing here?"
He rolled onto his side and waited for sleep to overtake him.

The Next Day
A loud pounding interrupted Jungkook's dreams. "Yah! Mr. Jeon! Wake up! I'm your nurse."
Jungkook slowly rose up from his mattress and trudged to the door. "You could have at least let me…."
When he opened the door a blonde-haired man stood before him. He looked like a living doll. His skin was pale and his lips were a natural light pink. His hair was perfectly in place. His eyes looked as if they were filled with warmth and
love.
The nurse bowed and shook Jungkook's hand. "Hello. I'm your nurse, Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin or Eomma. Everyone in this ward does. I will be performing your examination today. Please follow me."
Jin led Jungkook to a small room and opened the door for him. "Welcome to my examination room." The room had an exam table, a gray metal sink, a chair, and a trash can. The room would have looked incredibly dull, except the walls
were painted a bright pink.
Jin sat down on a swivel chair and motioned for Jungkook to sit down. "It's alright. You can sit down on the examination table. Please remove your shirt and your socks."
Jungkook did as he was told, handing his shirt and socks to Jin. Jin walked over to a drawer and pulled out a file. He began to flip through it. "So, Jungkook. It says here you have Bulimarexia."
Jungkook nodded and trembled on cue because of the air conditioner being turned on. "Y-yes. For a year, actually."
Jin looked up at Jungkook's stomach and proceeded to read the file out loud. "You have never been hospitalized for this disorder?"
"No. N-never." Jungkook ran his hands down his arms and trembled more, causing Jin to stop examining the file. He got up and gave Jungkook a blanket. "Here. Don't want you to catch a cold."
"T-thank you, Eomma." Jungkook draped the blanket over his shoulders and continued to shake.
Hours went by with questions of when Jungkook first developed the disorder, symptoms, and any other extremities. When the questioning was over Jin took out a stethoscope. "I need you to breathe in and out for me, okay? Nice and slow."
Jungkook took the blanket off while Jin placed the stethoscope on his bare chest. "Breathe in." Jungkook held his breath for five seconds. "Now breathe out." Jungkook let out a slow even breath and repeated this process for two minutes.
Jin grabbed a clipboard and said, "Your heart rate is pretty normal, actually."
Jungkook stopped shaking. "It is?"
"Yes," Jin replied as he wrote down Jungkook's result on the clipboard. "How much do you weigh?"
"90 lbs." Jungkook eyed the clipboard as Jin kept writing.
"Really?" Jin's eyes passed over Jungkook's stomach. "You don't seem too underweight, honestly."
Jungkook started coughing. "Well, I used to workout so, some of that muscle is still there."
Jin continued writing. "Ah. That makes sense. Here's your shir-"
The door opened and a familiar person walked in. He wore a black pullover and a hoodie. The jeans he had on were ripped and his black Converse were paint splattered white. The most eye catching feature was his hair. It was bright orange and messy like
a lion's mane.
Jin stood there with his mouth wide open as the stranger checked Jungkook out. He spoke in English, "Hey. I'm Kim Taehyung." His eyes travelled down Jungkook's body. He switched to Korean. "Your muscles are nice. Do you wor-"

"Mr. Kim," Jin interrupted while giving Jungkook back his shirt and socks. "Your examination already took place today. Don't you have a room key?"
Taehyung searched for his key. Taking it out of the hoodie, he gave Jin a box smile. "Yes, Eomma. I found it! I'm in room Sa." (Four)
Jungkook dropped his shirt on the ground. "You're my roommate then." Jungkook walked over to Taehyung and shook the man's hand. "I'm Jeon Jungkook."
Taehyung eyed Jungkook's abdomen. "Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you, roommate."
Jungkook looked at Taehyung as if he were in a dream. "Yeah…"
Jin broke the silence by coughing. "Jungkook. Put your shirt on so you can go. You two can't stand in here all day."
Jungkook bowed and quickly put on his shirt and left with Taehyung. As they were walking down the hallway Jungkook couldn't help but stare at Taehyung's arms. Last night he had blood dripping down them and was practically begging for mercy. Now he looks
like he just came fresh out of juvie and didn't give a shit about anything.
Jungkook broke the silence.
"Uh, Taehyung."
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
Taehyung felt as if he had been slapped in the face.
"I could ask the same of you."
Jungkook bit his lip. "No, I meant-"
"Just drop it. If you have friends introduce me."
"Okay."

Jungkook and Taehyung wandered into the cafeteria. Jungkook spotted Suga and Mark sitting at a table in the back and decided to join them. Mark welcomed Jungkook with a smile. "Hey, Jungkook! How was your first…"
Taehyung was coldly staring at Mark and Suga. "Hello." Taehyung bowed.
Mark backed up in his seat and Suga did the same. Mark looked around and spoke, "What are you doing in here, Taehyung? Did you change your hair?"
Taehyung laughed. "Is that any of your business? You shouldn't be so judgemental. You're in here too aren't you? I just made a friend and he wanted to introduce me to you two." Taehyung patted Jungkook on the back. "Right, roomie?"
Mark silently said 'I'm sorry,' and waited for Jungkook to introduce them to each other.
Jungkook almost choked on his spit. "Y-Yeah. This is Kim Taehyung. My roommate. Taehyung this is Mark. And Yoongi, but you can call him grandpa or Suga for short."
Suga and Mark waved 'hello' as the other two sat down.
The atmosphere was awkward. They were sitting around staring at the ceiling, until Suga broke the silence. "Are you hungry, Jungkook?" Suga slid an apple over to Jungkook.
Jungkook licked his lips. Ready to bite into the apple and rip it apart with his teeth, he exhaled. Pushing it away and hunching his shoulders, Jungkook spoke in a quiet whisper, "No. I'm fine. Thank you though."
Taehyung rested his hand on Jungkook shoulder, forcing Mark to look up. "Are you sure?"
Jungkook rubbed his nose and shrugged Taehyung's hand off. "Yeah, I'm sure."
Taehyung smirked at the boy's response.
You're interesting, Jeon Jungkook.