MINJI’s POV
"Young lady," the taxi driver said as he looked into the rearview mirror, "your boyfriend looks hurt." I whip my head around and peer out the back window. "Should I turn back?"

"Oh, dear. Please do!" After the taxi car backed up, I got out and tried to talk to Jungkook. Is he drunk? "Jungkook? Jungkook!" I check his pulse from his neck and felt his heart racing.

"It's," he panted with his eyes closed, "it's hot." Droplets of sweat formed on his forehead and his mouth was parted open. I could see his heavy pants made visible in this cold weather. I continued to call his name with no success.

"Miss," the taxi driver called from his car, "has your boyfriend passed out?"

"I'm not sure, sir," I reply, "He doesn't like to drink." Well, it's been such a long time. Back then, he said beer was too bitter for his liking. But I'm not sure about him now. He doesn't smell like alcohol either. Maybe he's sick? "Can you please help me drag him into the car? I would like to take him to the nearest hospital."

With Jungkook splayed on me in the back seat, the taxi quickly drove on the barely empty streets of Seoul. His head laying on my lap, I took his tie and loosened it for him. Consequently, I unbuttoned his shirt, blushing at his exposed skin. Oh my goodness, that collarbone. Hot damn, literally. Wait, no! What am I thinking? I shook the dirty thoughts out of my head. I need to get help! Without touching any other body parts, I slipped my hand into the pocket of his pants to pull out his phone. iPear XII. So big! Carefully lifting his thumb to unlock his phone, I tap the Phone icon and press down the number one on his dial-pad. Who is his first contact?

"Jungkook!" Jimin's voice sang, "where did you go? Krystal is really causing a scene here. I think she's drunk again."

"Hello? This is Minji."

"Minji? What's up?"

"Jungkook passed out so I'm bringing him to the hospital."

"Which hospital?" Jimin asked after a pause.

"Lion Heart Hospital," I reply back after asking the taxi driver, glancing over at Jungkook who was still sweating beads, "I don't think he's drunk."

"I'll meet you there," Jimin said in a serious tone before hanging up.

"Hello, you must be Minji," a stranger says. Jimin finally arrived to the hospital with two other men, all wearing fancy party attire. The three approached me in a sober manner as I sat by myself in the quiet hospital waiting room. "You look just like how Jimin described you."

"Hello," I greet him back formally and awkwardly. My throat feels so parched. Maybe that's why my voice cracked.

"You can call me Yoongi."

"And you," the other man introduced himself, "can call me Hoseok."

"Do you know what happened to Jeon Jungkook?" Yoongi questioned.

"No, I don't," I mutter, nervously wiping the sweat from my hands onto my dress. My eyes look at the ticking clock from afar, wondering how Jungkook is doing and when he'll be discharged. With no other words exchanged, the three men sat down together on my right. Later, Yoongi and Hoseok signed some papers to pay for some medical fees. Because I still in my dress, Jimin *FWIP* used his tuxedo jacket to cover my legs as we continued to wait for time to pass.

Tracing back my steps, I remember the look on the nurse's face when I said Jungkook's name and status out of instinct, recalling the staff freaking out. Get the stretcher, I recalled more nurses rushing about, yelling at each other, should we give him the oxygen tank? We need to check his vitals-

"Minji!" Jimin's voice interrupts my thoughts, "are you alright? You've been squeezing my hand for a long time." I look down and notice my hand clenching his. Abruptly shaking his hand off, I apologise and look away at the white ground. Chuckling nervously, he whispers, "I can't believe our hands are the same size."

"Hey," he says to me after some time, "I'm worried, too. Jungkook hasn't had something happen to him like this before. He's pretty healthy all the time so I'm sure he'll be okay. Also," he pointed to my hands, "your fists are wrinkling my suit-"

"Yeo Minji. Here," Hoseok approached my field of vision with bottled water and handed it to me, "thank you for taking care of Jungkook instead of taking advantage of him. I believe it is my job to inform you that you are the second most searched topic on Never." I thank him back for the water before draining it till it was half-empty.

"Me? What did I do?" After my questioning, he hands me his phone. Scrolling through, I find numerous articles of 'Jungkook finally confirms his girlfriend', 'a mysterious love story', and 'who is she?'. I pointed at one labelled 'Jungkook is dating a nobody' and said, "this is the most accurate one out of them all".

"Ha," Hoseok chuckled, "so you do have some humour. Considering we are on this topic, may I ask what your occupation is-"

"Doctor's here," Yoongi interrupted from his seat, "finally." With a nurse following behind, the doctor strided towards our direction. Still uneasy, we all stood up and waited for him to speak. When I stood up, my vision shifted and I felt a bit light-headed.

"You must be his friends and guardians," the doctor started, "Jeon Jungkook is doing well." This doctor is handsome.

"Oh, amen," Jimin breathed, "Jesus saves."

"It's almost certain that he has flunitrazepam in his system, but the lab needs to examine his blood before we can release him. It will take an hour or less for the examination to finish."

"Flu?" I asked, "does he have a cold?"

"It's also known as Rohypnol, a strong tranquilizer," the doctor coughed, "it's sometimes used to knock out women before raping them." His eyes lowered to the ground before he shook his head. "It seems that someone must have trying to drug him."

"So," Yoongi asked with his arms crossed, "how is Jeon Jungkook currently?"

"With this drug, someone could sleep for more than 12 hours straight.," the doctor warmly smiled,"but, luckily for him, the dosage he consumed was small so he'll be taking a deep four hour nap."

"That's a relief," I mumbled before my vision blurred. I'm glad he's fine. My heart is still pounds when I think about him lying on the sidewalk. Oh gosh, I'm exhausted. I yawned and looked at the clock again, my eyes still feeling hazy. It's almost 2 in the morning. That's four hours until my morning shift.

"No water was served at the party," Hoseok pointed out, "and Jungkook never drinks alcohol at these types of gatherings."

"If I remember correctly," Yoongi recalled, "Jeon Jungkook only drank from Yeo Minji's orange juice after talking to some potential business partners." Are Hoseok and Yoongi his bodyguards? They have a close eye on him.

"In conclusion," Jimin chimed in, "someone was trying to drug Minji but drugged Jungkook instead! Minji, did you meet any strange men-"

"Doctor Lee Minho," another nurse sprinted up to him, "we have Jeon Jungkook's results." Panting, she passed him a file before her hands fell on her weak knees.

"Oh," Dr. Lee looked over folder, "that was faster than expected! Thank you, Ji Hyo. Let's see. This is interesting." He slammed the folder shut with one hand and looked into Yoongi's and Hoseok's eyes. "This substance is foreign. It's a version that is unavailable in Korea, but you can easily get it in Japan and other Southeastern countries."

"Well," Jimin rubbed his chin with his small fingers, "there were definitely a lot of foreign guests at the party."

"What matters is that he's fine," Yoongi typed something on his phone, "he justs need some rest before continuing his daily routines."

"Looks like his schedule will be shifted," Hoseok's thumbs also rapidly tapped his phone screen.

"Um, Doctor Lee," I tried to be bold through my cloudy vision, "can we visit him please?"

"I suggest you leave him be until he wakes. If you still plan on waiting here, the nurses will notify you when that happens. It's 2 o'clock now so feel free to pick him up in the late morning. Erm," the doctor waved his hand in front of my face, "Ms. Yeo Minji? Are you not feeling well?"


JIMIN’S POV
Jungkook. Stop making us worry. It's a good thing the press haven't found you here yet. Say, Yeo Minji is a great match for you, character-wise. Out of all the women you could have, you pick this one. But then again, when we have a few shots together, you always say a few things about her. Maybe you do sincerely love her. Jungkook, I wiggled my fingers, she has quite a grip. Mental note! I have to tell Jungkook that he's rushing things a bit. He texted me the night before about his plan and told me to act clueless. Wouldn't it have been better to catch up over coffee? Sigh. You're still young. I'm two years older than you. You should talk to someone with more experience before executing plans.

"Erm," Doctor Lee waved his hand in front of Minji's face, "Ms. Yeo Minji? Are you not feeling well?" Within seconds, she stumbles backwards. Her eyes seemed to droop and glaze over; she was in a daze. Before her body could fall to the ground, I managed to wrap my arms around her. Good thing I was close to her! My tuxedo jacket slipped out of her hands and slipped onto the ground.

"I g-guess she had some of the orange juice, too," the doctor said, slightly startled, "but, despite that, we still need to test her blood." Together, we all worked together to lay her on the stretcher one of the nurses brought. Several minutes after they dragged the stretcher out, Yoongi and Hoseok told me they would be back to pick Jungkook up later in the day.

"Excuse me," Nurse Jihyo came up to me with a pen and clipboard, "we need someone to sign this before we can draw her blood."

"O-okay then," I took the ballpoint pen and signed my name. Look at me now, Jungkook, I'm being responsible!

"If you're Park Jimin and your friend is Jeon Jungkook," the nurse lowered her head as she looked at the slip of paper, "then your father owns the Daily Korea news, right?"

"That's right! I feel a little honored that you know me."

"Oh! It's nice to meet you. By the way," she lowered her voice, "the girl is showing different symptoms."

"What do you mean?"

"From what we know so far, she doesn't have any flunitrazepam in her system," she cleared her throat, "I mean, she hasn't been drugged. She's just very exhausted."

"I see. Thank you for informing me."

"Is she really Jeon Jungkook's girlfriend?"

"He said so himself. I just met her in person today." Once I answered, she whipped her phone out and showed me an article. I cocked my head at the title.

"Huh," I said after reading it, I rubbed my chin. "I'm not sure if she has a brother."

Notes

I haven't posted in 8 months. Life's hard.
I want to write but I there's never time.
Sorry. I will do my best.

Next few chapters already in the making.
But do not expect it to update soon.
Happy Feb. 2018, I guess?