Break The Silence

After the long therapy session with Jimin, yesterday evening, Taehyung spent most of his time in his office. He refused to go home tonight night as well. He didn't really understand why, but it felt like he had to stay. If he left and failed to solve this puzzle now, he worried Jimin might never trust anyone again.

Dr. Lee had left this task on Taehyung, as he had to visit a college campus for three constant days for lectures. It was visibly clear that he had no interest in Jimin, whom he tagged as a hopeless patient.

Although, Kyungmi decided to solve this mystery with Taehyung. She sat in his office, too confused and desperate to help Taehyung, not because she had a relationship with Taehyung, but the guilt and shame that overshadowed her mind, for not being able to notice Jimin's plead to help.

"I can do this....I have to do this....1...2....3....4....I can't give up." Taehyung muttered as he anxiously paced back and forth, "Fuck! It's happening again." He threw a punch on the table with all force.

Kyungmi jerked her shoulders at Taehyung's sudden outburst, "Your OCD, when did it return?" She asked worriedly.

Taehyung clenched his jaw, his head aching badly, "Ever since you left." He replied without any hesitation.

Kyungmi lacked any word at that moment, she felt embarrassed for leaving Taehyung, yet despite knowing that she had nothing left with him, her heart still ached for Taehyung.

"It's alright we will find out sooner or later." Kyungmi tried to comforted.

"No!" Taehyung looked up at her, his eyes that always had determination now seemed passionate, "We don't have time, Jimin already spent a decade in this fucking hospital and I have to take him out." He said, gritting his teeth. "You don't have to stay, I'll figure this out by myself."

A long sigh escaped his lips and Taehyung sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he stared at the painting again. His mind raced with possibilities, but nothing made sense. He refused to give up, knowing how much this meant, not just to Jimin, but to himself.

Kyungmi shook her head firmly. "I'm not leaving. I failed Jimin too, Taehyung. I should've noticed that sketch too, I should've hear his plea for help. But I didn't. I let him down." Her voice trembled slightly, the weight of her guilt evident.

Taehyung's gaze softened, as he looked at Kyungmi, He wanted to tell her how much it had hurt when she left, how her absence had shaken him more than he cared to admit, and how much her presence at such crucial moment supported him. But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Kyungmi's cheek flushed as she noticed Taehyung's deep gaze on her, she nervously cleared her throat and shifted her eyes at the painting, as if her mind trying to untangle the threads. "But don't you think it's quite seems similar." She said.

Taehyung looked at her in surprise, "Similar? In which way?" He asked.

Kyungmi tilted her neck, "The whole theme of this painting, it suddenly begin to seems similar." She said, suddenly she jolted and grabbed her phone.

"What you're doing now?" He asked, tapping his foot nervously.

"I'm searching on internet, there are many Ai websites these days that could help us." Kyungmi replied, her fingers typed quickly as she began to search on the internet. "In the meantime, bring me a cup of coffee." She said.

Taehyung raised his brows, "I bring a cup of coffee for you?" He asked uncertainly.

Kyungmi nodded, without looking at her.

Taehyung scoffed, he stood up and made his way out of the his office room.

Kyungmi suppressed her smile, as she watched him leave. "He's sometimes cute." She mumbled.

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Taehyung approached the coffee machine in the hospital lobby. Suddenly he noticed the cleaning boy moving quickly toward the main door, his head down as if trying to avoid attention.

Something about his behavior felt odd. Taehyung called out, "Hey, wait a second!"

The boy froze in his tracks, gripping the handle of his cleaning cart tightly. He hesitated before turning around, his eyes darting nervously. "Yes, sir?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung stepped closer, his sharp eyes scanning the boy's face. "Where are you going this late? Aren't you supposed to finish cleaning the fourth floor first?"

The boy stammered, avoiding Taehyung's gaze. "I... I just needed to grab something from outside. I'll be back in a minute."

Taehyung crossed his arms, not convinced. "What's so urgent that you're leaving your job in the middle of the night?" He asked, his tone calm but firm.

The boy swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting. "It's nothing important, sir. Just a quick errand."

Taehyung frowned, his instincts telling him something wasn't right. "I need to ask you a few questions about Jimin."

The boy widened his eyes, as if Taehyung mentioned a ghost. Taehyung now began to suspect the cleaning boy, his odd behavior screamed something wasn't right.

"Jim-Jimin, he's in danger sir, he's in big danger, that room is weird, I know you won't believe me, but that room is so strange, it's colder than usual." The boy said, he stammered and then began to cry. "I can't work here anymore." He said, then without waisting a moment, he turned back and left.

Taehyung stared at the boy for a long time, watching him disappear through the door. Something about the boy's strange behavior didn't sit right with him. He couldn't shake the feeling that whatever the boy knew about Jimin or his room was important, but the boy hadn't said much.

Taehyung felt his mind racing, trying to make sense of it all.

Just as he was about to walk back to his office, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the screen, reading Kyungmi's message.

"I got something."

Taehyung retrieved back to his office, his heart thudded loudly in his chest, as he entered into the room and saw Kyungmi, sitting on her chair, her eyes darted on the laptop, where a painting similar to Jimin's art appeared.

"Look at this painting Taehyung." Kyungmi said, extending the laptop towards Taehyung. "I told you I had seen something similar, this painting I was talking about. "

Taehyung observed the painting closely, then he looked at the painting Jimin had made. The similarities was unbelievable, from the blood scattered on the floor and the clock on the wall, besides Jimin changed the wounded boy with himself and the ghostly figure with Jisun.

"I had studied about the Japanese painter named Kaito in my school days." Kyungmi began gaining Taehyung's attention on her.

"But why did Jimin made this painting? What he actually wanted to tell us?" He asked curiously.

Kyungmi exhaled a deep breath, "Kaito was a famous painter of sixteen century." She began, "He was considered crazy by people, he would made paintings about his hallucinations, but when he died his maiden revealed that he wasn't crazy, but he was actually haunting by the ghost of his brother, but at that time nobody believed, many people believed that Kaito committed suicide and many believed that Kaito was killed by his brother, but nobody could ever solve this mystery." Kyungmi explained everything to Taehyung.

Taehyung looked at the paintings in utter bewilderment, he couldn't make any decisions right now, as his mind suddenly stopped working, right at the moment, Mr. Kwon appeared in the room looking worried and concern.

"Jimin... something wrong with him, I...I heard weird voices from his room." Mr. Kwon announced.