Mythical Short Stories - 방탄손연단 PART 3

▪︎> Namjoon <▪︎

▪︎=|Dead Men|=|MinJoon|=▪︎
▪︎=|Undead|=▪︎

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Don't look at me like that.

Don't touch me.

Leave me alone.

Needles and medication being pumped through your veins on a daily basis is unhealthy for humans. It could even kill them.

What consequences does it have on someone who is already gone? Someone who has legally been declared dead. What would this medication do with them?

Namjoon was one of those victims.

Having been killed in the hospital and resurrected not even a day later, saying he was livid was an understatement.

His skin was cold and pale, scarred from where he was stabbed from the machines that at one point kept him alive.

He wasn't the only one either.

The building they were kept in was like an apartment complex. They all had their own rooms, but the ground floor was turned into a hospital of some kind.

Doors and windows were locked at all times, and for them, it was even removed. There was nothing but the artificial yellow light bulb in the room.

Namjoon sits on his bed, staring down at his trembling hands. He hasn't been able to stop shaking, to stop swallowing dry saliva, or to stop shifting his eyes to the door. As if someone would come kill him again.

He's terrified. The doctors won't even tell him why he's alive or how. The worst thing is, he is still hurting. His throat still stings.

He flinches when the lock of the door clicks and slowly opens. Namjoon shuffles to the wall, grabbing his pillow with shaky hands and glares at the doctor that slowly comes into view.

The man tilts his head and smiles. "You're progressing nicely."

"Leave me alone."

"It's dinner time."

"I'm not hungry."

The doctor sighs and takes a step closer, watching as Namjoon moves to the other side and climbs off the bed, avoiding the doctor with as much distance as possible.

The other patients are mean.

"I have good news!" The doctor tries again, opening his arms wide. "We're letting you go!"

"You... Why?" Namjoon scowls.

"You're healthy." The doctor smiles wider. "We have others like you. Others who feel unsafe to go out again."

"You're lying."

"I swear to you, I'm not. The hospital owns a small landhouse not far from here. It's surrounded by forest, and has many rooms for many people. You could join them until you feel safe enough to go home."

Namjoon's scowl deepens and he slowly bares his teeth, hissing out at the doctor. "I'm... healthy? Look at me! I'm horrendous! I'm supposed to be dead!"

The doctor is unfazed by his outburst and just smiles at him, reaching out his hand with a small note. "This is the address. You can drive yourself, ask one of the scientists at the ground floor, or go home. Jinnae will have a backpack with your medicine. Remember, take two pills every morning."

Namjoon's eyes snap up to the doctor's eyes from the piece of paper and quickly snatches it from the man's hands before jogging out of his room, leaving the doctor alone.