mafia . vkook

forty six

Taehyung's PoV;

"Good evening sir, do you need some help?" The receptionist asked, her old age clear on her face, but eyes warm and soft, like a mother.

"Uh, yeah I do. Is there any chance I can go see a patient?"

"I'm sorry, but it is way past visiting hours. Only certain patients can be seen around now or if there's a specific reason."

I looked down, pouting as I thought.

To be fair, it is about half ten at night.

The last visiting hours were between five and seven.

Three hours ago.

"Can I have the name of the patient, if you don't mind?"

"Yeah, Jeon Jeongguk."

She nodded slowly, tapping on the keyboard and squinting at the screen.

She scrolled, saying something about how her 'old little hands are playing up' and how tragic some of the patients' stories have been, especially when they've got themselves involved in all sorts.

I smiled politely in response, giving a fake laugh.

She was nice, but I kinda needed to go see Jungkook.

"Ah, Jeon." She clicked on her mouse, "it says here that he can currently have people visiting, but there's no guarantee he'll be awake or particularly nice. The doctor's notes say that he's very aggressive and angry."

That's my Kook. 

I smiled widely, real this time, "yeah, sounds about right. He's a grumpy bunny."

"My son always rambles on about him whenever he visits me. He's involved in the mafia too, although I do wish he wasn't. He's not into physical fighting, just driving them around."

"What's your son's name?" I asked, turning as I reached the stairs, a sudden interest sparking in me.

"He's called Minhyuk. A very pretty boy, he's like a little girl." She chuckled to herself.

"I know him, he's very lovely. Next time you see him, tell him Taehyung said hello."

"Of course."

I smiled at her one last time, feeling it fade from my features as I jogged up the staircase.

Fuck, I haven't trained in a while. These stairs are killing me.

I heard loud chatter as I neared ward C.

Swallowing my nervousness, I walked to room four.

I saw Yoongi outside, sitting on a chair as he spun a cigarette around his fingers.

"Hey, Yoongi." I said softly, knowing he was devastated from Jungkook not being able to remember him properly.

I earned a gentle grunt in reply, looking over to me.

"How come you're not in there with them?"

"Not much point. Kid's refusing to even acknowledge anyone. Jimin is practically talking to a brick wall." He sighed, rolling his eyes before squeezing them tightly shut and rubbing his face, "you going in?"

He looked at me, his eyes a little teary and red from being rubbed and stress was evident on his face.

I chewed my lip, pulling a indecisive face.

"I dunno. I doubt it's worth it."

"You never know, kid might recognise your face. Not saying he'll care though. Can't be certain with that." His Daegu accent had grown stronger, voice slightly slurred as he drawled out his words, occasionally missing a few.