002 PokeCenter

@♛Prof. Jungkook Gradually, he felt gradually better. The process was unsurprisingly quick and effective, with how technologies are nowadays, and Jimin could feel his cuts and wounds getting patched up. That made him sigh in relief. A little bit torn as well from the guiltiness that had sinked and settled there, seemingly not planning to disappear sooner or later. And he just felt worse - not physically that is, he felt fantastic and energised right now - when he was released, watching the pokeball get cracked.

The blood was slowly crawling up his neck, tainting his skin a soft pink - an action out of embarrassment for even acting that way to the latter. Now he was conflicted, whether he should be going or not but he wasn't that much of a jerk to do so. So he tugged on the hem of his white lab coat lightly. Was he a scientist or something? He didn't know. Jimin should do a favour for him. "Thank you... for that."

@Park Jimin [LV1] It was right when he was able to take the potion from the platform, having the intention of spraying Jimin with it, when the pokemon had decided to get into the ball instead. He caught it before it fell to the ground, blinking some and giving it a small pet on the top -just before handing it over to the nurse behind the desk. She accepted it hesitantly, before bowing and placing the ball on the incubator.

For as many wounds as the creature had, the process didn't take as long as he'd anticipated. He returned to checking his emails, evaluating pokedexes and keeping up with the news by the time the nurse informed him that the pokemon was healed. As soon as it was handed to him, he pressed the button, bringing Jimin back out of it and broke the pokeball against the counter with the promise of his freedom.

@♛Prof. Jungkook He tried to push back the feeling of guilt flooding in and settling in the pit of his stomach when the... 'professor' seemed to fall silent and Jimin obviously dampened his mood. Biting his inner cheek at the unpleasant feeling, the boy lowered his head and looked down - almost in shame even. "...I didn't mean to -" He said quietly as he stole a glance at the nurse who was indeed looking at them weirdly.

Looking back at the other male, Jimin's hesitant yet warm hand reached out to the hand which held the pokeball, curling his fingers around the wrist before before bringing it back up. If his intention was indeed to help him... then he should do something in return later. He allowed the sphere to take him in and trap him in there, not even bothering to struggle anymore.

@Park Jimin [LV1] The nurse watched their interaction in confusion, looking at Jungkook was suspicious. No, Jungkook didn't want to be known as the man who abused pokemon. There was everything in Jimin's demeanor that screamed abuse, and as professor, he had a reputation to keep. He had , consensual relations, with pokemon, but he didn't abuse them. Thus he looked at a loss, falling quiet and chewing on his lower lip.

"Look, I'm trying to help you, and frankly the nurse is probably assuming that I'm a pokemon abusing prick. Do you think that?" He asked him, looking at him, then dropping his arm and the pokeball. He gave the nurse an awkward smile, and withdraw a potion from his PC instead. Waiting for the transition to process, he leaned against the counter with a hand resting on the side of his head.

@♛Prof. Jungkook So it took everything in him to not shrug the arm around his shouler off, or began acting all defensive again. The last thing that he wanted was to get rejected from being helped, he really needed it right now - that and from how tired he just basically was. Finally, he lifted his eyes off of the ground to look into the nurse's in a questionning manner. 'My... ball?' was what he was thinking because the last time he checked, he had no trainer.

As if an explanation to everything, the other male had his pokeball out and opened for him to freely enter. This was a trap wasn't it? To capture every weak and wild pokemon out there and capturing them with a sweet lie of 'I'll capture you then heal you, and I will set you free.' Humans weren't /this/ nice, he was sure of it. Flinching away from the contact, his brown orbs finally met the latter's, clouded with nothing but tiredness and doubt. "No," he spat out - he didn't mean to sound so sharp especially when it's the first time they were actually exchanging words. The temptation was really strong though. "Most promises were never meant to be kept in the first p- place..." Always, his tone softened by words, eyes drifting away as well.

@Park Jimin [LV1] Jungkook could tell, the pokemon didn't look so good at all, and he refrained from asking questions to instead make sure the pokemon could get the help that they needed. He curled an arm over the hybrid's warm shoulder, and looked back at the nurse with an almost hard, cold stare over the rim of his glasses.

"A-ah no! Absolutely not! I .. I just need for you to be in your ball so that I can place you onto the incubation device please?" She said, waving her hand defensively. Jungkook swallowed, tugging out an empty pokeball from his lab coat jacket, pressing the button to extend its size. He looked to Jimin and leaned in to whisper into his ear. "You'll have to go inside of here, though. But I promise to let you go, okay?"

@♛Prof. Jungkook Teethering on the edge of consciousness, Jimin was /this/ close from either passing out or going to sleep since his eyelids felt so heavy. However, from the corner of his eyes, from his peripheral vision, he caught a familiar silhouette of a young human. The boy shifted his gaze towards the other male but he was a second too late because he missed how the human was observing his black and blues. Out of the blue, finally - as if the world was offering his some sort of mercy - the nurse called him over. Well maybe he was just going to get kicked out of the place or something... for sitting there for so long.

So with every last drop of energy in him, face contorting in pain for having to move his muscles again. Now Jimin was standing to the male from earlier, the same boy who tried to capture him a few days ago and failed. He couldn't help but to avert his eyes to prevent any sort of eye contact from happening, downcast really. Opening his mouth to find the right words, his voice didn't seem to be willing to compromise as it came out barely above whisper. "I- Are you going to... ask me to- leave?" It was directed to the nurse.

@Park Jimin [LV1] Jungkook had only been there to set up his PC, evaluating a few people's pokedex's and pokemon while he did so. However when he entered, the last thing he expected was to see the super fluffy Cyndaquil there -the one who'd been so terrified that it had scurried off away from him shortly after. "...Mm?" He asked, wondering if that pokemon had been owned, or did it run away? Impossible, right? He noticed the bruises and scars, the patted hair and dirt pelted on his skin. What had happened?

"Excuse me, and that your pokemon, professor?" One of the nurses had asked, almost judging him as if he her a negligent trainer. He took the hit and the shade. "Ah, yeah. I thought I'd lost him. Can you heal him for me?" He asked, giving her an apologetic smile.

@♛Prof. Jungkook It seemed like Jimin needed /a lot/ of training because he was always shaking in his boots when he was facing a more intimidating enemy. Was it because there was no trainer beside him to give him the support that he needed? He found himself limping towards the city or wherever he was heading. There was a faint memory which was burnt in the back of his mind; he remembered his past owner slash trainer bringing him here for an instant healing, the pokecenter. Just a few hours ago, he encountered a bug pokemon that happened to be able to manipulate ground as well. A rough beating it was for the fire pokemon, ground wasn’t really an element he could defend himself against. Jimin was practically covered with awful looking bruises and cuts after /barely/ slipping away from the foe, but what did he get? The nurse basically just told him to sit down and ‘wait’. In other words, if Jimin’s trainer wasn’t here, he wouldn’t get the treatment and instead, he could just sit there in agony all day long until he hopefully heals himself. Fantastic.

@Kim Yerim [T] [] You're welcome!

@♛Prof. Jungkook () thanks~

@Kim Yerim [T] Updated!

@♛Prof. Jungkook () okay then ^^

@Kim Yerim [T] Sure! I can put you up here in a bit. c:

*steals vcard*

I want to become a nure~