"Yeah, he told me." And he was giving too much away. Damn, this was why he couldn't be a doctor, keeping all those secrets. Also, he didn't want to be one, that was another good reason. "Maybe you can dance without music. Just make your own beat."
Hey, Yoongi figured it might be a way to pass the time in a dreary place like this. "I don't like dancing that much. Used to do some bboying though."
"I do, I dance alone all the time. I end up in the oddest places sometimes so I just enjoy the alone time until they find me." He woke up in so many odd places. As long as it wasn't the garden, whenever he woke up there, it just all came back and -- nope, no, he couldn't think of that. He'd get sick and Yoongi would think he was too weird.
"Are you and Namjoon hyung friends?" Jimin frowned and turned his head, looking at Yoongi. "They said we're not allowed friends here... but I want a friend. Can we be friends too?"
"I don't think Namjoon really does friends. Don't know if I do either." But he supposed there was no harm in humouring Jimin, he didn't seem malicious. At least outright. "Sure. We can try being friends."
There, that was loose enough, he hoped. "You recognise where your room is yet?" He stopped his cart, getting ready to go back to sweeping. He didn't mind sweeping, simple logical work.
"I dunno." He wasn't really looking, he was busy watching Yoongi clean. He smiled and then reached out, taking a hold of the mop and just churning it up and down in the water. "I used to clean at my school. I was always in charge of it every Wednesday and Friday. I didn't get paid though. I hope you get paid well, these guys are so, so messy."
The water flicked out from the buckle and Jimin smiled, reaching down to clean it up with a rag he grabbed. "If we find my room, do you want to come in? We could hang out. Like friends."
"Nah, sorry. I'm working." Although apparently now he was working with company. Not good. Well, whatever. He was sure no one could blame him for this kid just wandering around. Surely a guard would come out sooner or later. "I don't really have time to waste, or they are not going to pay me well at all."
Had to clock out on time and all. "Is your room near Namjoon's?" Maybe he could narrow it down.
"Uh-huh. I think so. I always say hi to him when I go to my room." Jimin nodded as he got onto his knees, wet the cloth and then started running up and down the hall, eagerly clearing the floor as best he could. He couldn't waste Yoongi's time so he could be a good friend and clean the floor for him. He ran all the way back over to Yoongi, the clean floor behind him as he looked up.
"There! Now you don't need to do so much. What else can I do?" Anything to stall out going to his room. "I can clean real well."
"Let's go say hi to Namjoon now. He probably knows where your room is, so I can get you there before they sack me for making a patient work for me." It was cute, but not exactly something he thought would be helpful in the long run. Not if anyone caught on to it. "You're a cute kid, huh?"
He walked down the hall, pushing his cart toward Namjoon's room. He was pretty sure Namjoon knew where everyone's room was.
"I just want to help. Friends help friends." Jimin nodded as he got up and happily held onto Yoongi's shirt sleeve, skipping along after him like they were taking a walk in the park instead of a depressing cleaning trip in the mental hospital. "Do you think I'm cute? I hope I am! I want to be liked. Then you'll definitely be my friend."
"Jimin, stop bothering him." Namjoon leaned up so he could look through the door hatch, eyeing up the two with amusement. "He's a busy man."
"Yeah, he's being very helpful." Dripping water all over, but whatever. Yoongi didn't really mind that much, mostly he was worried about someone seeing him and the whole thing getting him into trouble. Or Jimin, for that matter, he didn't think that kid really deserved any punishment for that.
"Do you know where his room is? He says he can't remember."
"I dunno." Jimin looked away from Namjoon, he didn't like that look he got in this eyes when he was trying to make him come back to reality. He was happy with Yoongi, why was Namjoon mad at him? He sounded mad. "Four doors maybe?"
"Five doors. What number?"
"... 221." Okay, so maybe he did know. He looked at Yoongi, his eyes wide and desperate. "I only just remembered, sir. I swear! Don't be mad at me. I wasn't lying. I don't lie."
"Okay. Didn't think you were lying." Although now he kind of wondered, between Namjoon's tone and Jimin's assurances. Still, he wrapped one arm around Jimin and hugged him very briefly, letting go almost immediately. Whatever, he just didn't want him to start crying. "Damn. You're all bones, you should eat more."
He supposed the food her wasn't the best. Shame. "Come on. Let's go to your room."
"He doesn't eat. You hear that, Jimin. It's not nice. People don't think it's endearing, you just make them feel worried." Namjoon lectured as Jimin lowered his head and nodded, looking at Yoongi with a small smile.
"Come visit me again, please? Maybe we can eat together."
Namjoon huffed and then walked back from the door. "Hey, did you find a new job yet? Ask at the Gas Station, yeah?"
"Why don't you eat? You should eat." Yoongi frowned, then just shrugged. "I don't think I'm here during your dinner times, but we can talk about eating, maybe." Whatever. If it would keep a kid from starving himself, that didn't seem like the worst idea. Turning his head he looked at Namjoon.
"I swear, you're more concerned about my career than my mother is." It was strange. He supposed sometimes someone like Namjoon got strange obsessions. "I can't get any job that pays like this with hours these good." Well. Good for him.
"I don't like food." Jimin admitted with a small shrug. It made him unhappy for the most part. The last time he ate was when Jin made him eat that candy bar during the session cause he passed out but not eating was his control. It meant he had a say on what happened to him, no one else. "We can have rice balls." Those were his favourite.
Namjoon huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Trust me, it's not a good trade off. Go work at the gas station, do nights. You get the day to be creative. Trust me. Do it."
Jimin frowned and then slowly, he realised. Oh. Namjoon did like him. "Aww, hyung! You have a friend."
"Can't afford studio time with what they pay me. This place isn't that bad." Not that he was eager to come here, but hey. He liked Namjoon, he got to listen to music, usually no one bothered him and today when Jimin had bothered him, that hadn't turned out so badly either. "Don't you wanna go to bed, Jimin? It's late."
"No, not really. I have bad dreams." Reaching up, he held onto Yoongi's arm and looked him in the eyes. "I hope you stay." He knew that Namjoon wanted him out but Jimin liked him, he had a lot of benefits and he was a cutie. Besides, when all went to shit, he could protect him. If Tae could protect Jungkook, he could protect Yoongi. He held his hand out to him and stole Yoongi's hand. "Walk me home?"
"Yeah. Sure." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and let Jimin hold his hand, walking over the few feet to what was apparently Jimin's door. "I have a song to play you," he told Namjoon over his shoulder, then he used his card to open the door to Jimin's room. Usually he wouldn't be able to do that, someone must have messed up security settings again. He'd let them know.
"I will, hyung! Play your song loud, maybe I can hear it." Jimin looked like a sad puppy as the door closed and he stayed standing there, pressed against the door, watching him walk away with longing. He didn't want him to leave. Why did he get to be friends with Namjoon but he couldn't be friends with him? Sadness.
"Play the song then consider your job prospects. They pay well at the garbage collection places, good hours too." Namjoon sat with his back to Yoongi, just allowing him to be near him but not getting close. Seemed like a dumb idea.
"You're so eager to get rid of me. That's hurtful, you know?" Yoongi wasn't bothered, but he was curious why Namjoon wanted him to leave so badly. He started playing his song and picked the mop up again, so he'd also actually do the work he was paid to do and not just talk to patients, which he decidedly wasn't paid to do. "Come on. I'm the only janitor here with good taste in music, you need me around."
"Cause I don't want you in this dump. It sucks the life out of you. There was better paying jobs with better hours." Namjoon knew it was futile. Unless he told him why, he doubt he'd leave and if he told him, he'd report it so Namjoon's only option was trying to get rid of him. He listened to the rap end and the beat slowly keep on, nodding his head along and wishing he was able to do things like that. Create and make beautiful music. "I'd be bored without you but I would rather you weren't here."
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Hey, Yoongi figured it might be a way to pass the time in a dreary place like this. "I don't like dancing that much. Used to do some bboying though."
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"Are you and Namjoon hyung friends?" Jimin frowned and turned his head, looking at Yoongi. "They said we're not allowed friends here... but I want a friend. Can we be friends too?"
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There, that was loose enough, he hoped. "You recognise where your room is yet?" He stopped his cart, getting ready to go back to sweeping. He didn't mind sweeping, simple logical work.
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The water flicked out from the buckle and Jimin smiled, reaching down to clean it up with a rag he grabbed. "If we find my room, do you want to come in? We could hang out. Like friends."
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Had to clock out on time and all. "Is your room near Namjoon's?" Maybe he could narrow it down.
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"There! Now you don't need to do so much. What else can I do?" Anything to stall out going to his room. "I can clean real well."
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He walked down the hall, pushing his cart toward Namjoon's room. He was pretty sure Namjoon knew where everyone's room was.
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"Jimin, stop bothering him." Namjoon leaned up so he could look through the door hatch, eyeing up the two with amusement. "He's a busy man."
"I know, that's why I help him."
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"Do you know where his room is? He says he can't remember."
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"I dunno." Jimin looked away from Namjoon, he didn't like that look he got in this eyes when he was trying to make him come back to reality. He was happy with Yoongi, why was Namjoon mad at him? He sounded mad. "Four doors maybe?"
"Five doors. What number?"
"... 221." Okay, so maybe he did know. He looked at Yoongi, his eyes wide and desperate. "I only just remembered, sir. I swear! Don't be mad at me. I wasn't lying. I don't lie."
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He supposed the food her wasn't the best. Shame. "Come on. Let's go to your room."
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"Come visit me again, please? Maybe we can eat together."
Namjoon huffed and then walked back from the door. "Hey, did you find a new job yet? Ask at the Gas Station, yeah?"
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"I swear, you're more concerned about my career than my mother is." It was strange. He supposed sometimes someone like Namjoon got strange obsessions. "I can't get any job that pays like this with hours these good." Well. Good for him.
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Namjoon huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Trust me, it's not a good trade off. Go work at the gas station, do nights. You get the day to be creative. Trust me. Do it."
Jimin frowned and then slowly, he realised. Oh. Namjoon did like him. "Aww, hyung! You have a friend."
"Get lost, Jiminie."
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Like a date!
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"Sleep well. Hope you have nice dreams tonight."
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"Play the song then consider your job prospects. They pay well at the garbage collection places, good hours too." Namjoon sat with his back to Yoongi, just allowing him to be near him but not getting close. Seemed like a dumb idea.
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