𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝙅𝙅𝙆

➷ Chapter Three ➹

How come they could comprehend my mind without me even expressing it aloud?

"Jiminie!" I drop a grin across my face, unfurling my arms, as he instantly gave in for me to hug his waist, "I missed you!"

"Didn't we just meet at the prior weekend?" He chuckled, making me stand up from my comfortable cross-legged armless chair, adjusted with a swivel padded.

Since Jimin Hyung started a university, he found it more convenient to move into the dormitory, instead. Although he visits us every weekend and even brings me to an Arcade only to play games with me, also without sparing a thought of spending time with me at an Ice-cream Parlor sliding his memory, every weekend, without fail, not to miss him around at times feels rather inescapable for me.

Being decisive my parents consider it as an effective adjustment additionally, as he's enrolled at the San Francisco State University. Quite far from where we reside.

As to what, he finds Chemistry intriguing him the most, it led him to pursue Chemical Engineering!

I saw Jin Hyung stand up, abruptly spinning me to face him, "Don't you dare get sad, okay? You're allowed to leave that Korean Center at your will, anytime, if it gets unbearably stressful,"

I offered him a keen nod, positively, sparking a small smile that made Namjoon Hyung's eyes light up in appreciation and affection.

Coming to an anticipated halt, Jimin Hyung parked his sunburst yellow car that radiates off the enchanting balmy ambiance past the General Psychiatric Hospital.

"While you go and call Mom, I'll be waiting here," Jimin Hyung told me, as I unbuckled my seatbelt, "And here, your mask,"

On reminding me, he earned a sheepish smile as he bounced his head, leaving a fit of chuckles in response, "What are you gonna do without us, silly?"

I quickly attempted to cover my face with the black mask. Having pulled over a fitted red-black outlined sweater mastering my appealing vibe by the trucker jacket, typically tapering to my waist, created a more masculine silhouette. Nonetheless, not overlooking to put on my red gumboots as I hold no intention of meeting a disappointed and glum Mom.

If my Mom had her way, she would encase me in a shielding bubble; I swear - when it comes to me, my entire family appears invariably trapped in a disproportionate cycle of unwavering and uncontrollable worry.

I mean - good heavens! I'm 17, already!?

Since it was my opinion, to let Mom join us for our weekly treat, I gave in without further ado. Rushing my way from the car to the hospital, I entered but only to get stopped in my steps at a reception area.

"Sir, you ought not to barge in without the identity proof in this manner," The shrill voice of a woman wrapped up in a white coat originated in front of me.