— hospital

Still searching for the pharmacy, Jongin's attention was swayed in the direction of a loud calling. His head turning, Jongin witnessed a young looking male with brown hair, dressed in what seemed to be a doctor's uniform, searching for someone rather obnoxiously. Curving his eyebrows in an upward, confused expression on his face, Jongin tried to play off the strange scene in front of him but found himself returning each time.

The hospital regularly had patients like this, right? He seemed to be a bit lost. And maybe even not right in the head, but that was just Jongin judging. Mentally slapping himself for making such an assumption, Jongin concluded that maybe the young boy was just lost or somewhere he wasn't suppose to be. Sighing reluctantly, Jongin approached the other male, asking him as calmly as possible,
"Um, excuse me. Are you lost?".

@kim jongin The young male looked up as the professor tapped his back. His light brown hair shone bright under the ceiling light. "Byunghun, go give this note to the pharmacist," the elder demanded, in a rusky, not so friendly voice. Byunghun casually nodded, slightly bowing a 90 degree - nobody knows why. He quickly took the paper from the doctor's hand and headed out of his little office. He was dressed in his blue uniform, with a white coat, overlaying the uniform with a casual look. His thin rimmed, large glasses laid on the tip of his noes, as he talked to himself, "Turn right from the gift store, then left of the kitchen."

The patients around him gave him a slightly, weird out, scared look. They quickly moved away from the young doctor, and headed to their destination. Byunghun walked towards where ever he demanded himself to go. As soon as he reached the pharmacy office, he blinked at the non appearance of the pharmacist. "Where are you?" Byunghun said in a slightly loud voice. "Hyung-nim! Where are you?"

Prescription in hand, Jongin clutched the crumpled sheet of paper as he approached the hospital. He wasn't sure what a pharmacy was nor had he ever needed to visit the hospital before. He had never came down with a severe illness nor had he been injured enough to come down to the ER. But here he stood, in a building he knew nothing about. Jongin awkwardly took a breath in as he made his way through the main lobby slowly; searching for any sign indicating or directing to the pharmacy.

Jongin wasn't sick. He felt perfectly fine in fact. He was filling in a prescription for a bottle of pills he needed. During a physical, the doctor examining the boy had informed Jongin that he had premature pneumonia but with a few small, red pills; he would be back on his feet in no time. Jongin continued searching, nervously biting his lip.

Jongin absolutely rejected the idea of being anywhere he was uncertain of. Yet here he stood, in a foreign place; the hospital.