Cold air hit the man's face as he entered the lab. This time, the place was colder than before which was odd to him.
"Everyone, I'm inside of the lab. The door has a lock now so it'll be trickier to enter this place now, thankfully I cracked the code to get in. Something's wrong here. I'll record again after I put on my protective gear on. Aka: Apron, glasses, shoes, full body suit, and everything that makes me look like an astronaut just to avoid getting cancer from the radiation in here. And let me tell you, there's a lot of it." Namjoon placed the camera down to apply the protective gear on.
He still felt strange. Stranger than the first time he found the hidden room.
"Why do I feel worse than before? There has to be some type of chemical or radiation frequency messing with me. I feel like I have to throw up." Now the curious doctor could have just exited the building, but he was determined to find Mr. Kim once more and collect any data he could from the mysterious patient.
It wasn't just a curiosity anymore, it was a necessity to calm his nerves at night.
"I know what you're probably thinking: "Why doesn't he just leave instead of risking his life because of his curiosity?" let's just say that I'm into detectives and solving mysteries. Okay?
I do realize this might harm me in the future, if anyone finds me in here I could lose my job, I'm telling you, I could even get killed. But look at this place," He dragged the camera around.
"It's so fascinating no matter how scary, gross, and old it is. That's all from me at the moment, everyone. As always, I'll probably record once I leave the building and end the night shift. Goodbye." He turned the camera off to continue exploring on his own.
His arm was getting tired of holding the recording device. Even if the camera wasn't that lengthy or dense, it was mainly the amount of protection gear he had on that was causing the man to feel tired easily. Namjoon couldn't afford to get worn out yet, his night was just getting started.
"Room 30." After searching through all of the cages and cells, he finally found the hidden room he once visited.
This time, of course, it was locked with maximum security even more secure than the locks it had a last time.
"Oh no." As Namjoon tried to twist his way around the locks to open them, he silently cursed underneath his breath, realizing an alarm would go off in thirty seconds if the code isn't cracked.
He entered the previous code he used to unlock the main entrance, but it still didn't give him access and even threatened to call the police if it wasn't unlocked soon.
The young doctor would ruin his career and get into a lot of trouble if the police or anyone from the hospital ever found out what he was doing.
"Seokjin." The words ran through his mind and gave him chills.
He used that name as his last try in ever entering the room and to his surprise, the door slowly unlocked causing loud crackling sounds.
What he found was intimidating.
The walls were dirty, filled with mold.
There was a hidden camera he noticed right before he went inside, so he took an old rag he found on the floor and covered it to make everyone think something technical happened to the camera rather than thinking someone entered the room.
A rusty bucket was left there, it smelled horrible.
His stomach churned and his heart raced as he noticed a familiar shadow coward in a corner.
"Mr. Kim, is that you?" A man appeared in behind the protective glass in just seconds, like magic.
"Doctor Kim, what a pleasant surprise." His eyes had less shine in them from the first time Namjoon encountered this strange, handsome man.
"Hello again, I can see they put you inside one of these. These people are sick, keeping humans and other types of innocent people locked up in here." The doctor sighed.
"Yes. Other types like me." The figure lowered his gaze.
"Not you, however. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way, this wasn't my intention. I came here to examine you, if you're willing to get checked." Namjoon was relieved to see the man nodding. Now all he needed to do was find a way to unlock the glass door he was trapped in.
But how? He wasn't sure. There wasn't anything useful looking to help him get in, so he had to look for every angle possible to figure out a way to enter the room and meet face-to-face with the man for the first time.
"How did they put you in this room, do you remember?" Namjoon asked, hoping the man's response would give him a clue on how to get in.
"No. The last thing I remember was a long syringe getting lodged into my skin, then I woke up in this room, cold and shaking." This broke the doctor's heart.
No matter how long he's known his patients, or any person at all, he always feels a special connection towards them and hearing this from the shy man made him feel angry at the sick nurses and doctors who most likely locked him in this room.
"Alright, I think I found something to help me in." He noticed an invisible line traced around the rectangular frame of the glass door. Unfortunately, the only way he could get in was to show any evidence of DNA from the last person, who is probably the main person allowed inside of the room.
"Hair?" He found a tiny strand of dark brown hair on the floor.
"Just my luck."
The door's sensor allowed him to enter the room without any problems at all.
"Wow, you're a lot taller now that I see you up close. You have such radiant and bright eyes." Namjoon forgot that he was a doctor for a moment once he was finally standing next to patient Kim.
"Thank you."
Everything was going well so far. Namjoon took his bag off and began to check the man.
He checked his pressure and it came out lower than it usually does in any guy his age.
"Your pressure is low, I would suggest you to drink more fluids or eat things with low sodium, and perhaps, avoid garlic." His reaction was priceless.
"That's disgusting. The thought of garlic nauseates me, so take my word for it that I definitely won't ever go near that." Namjoon slightly giggled at Mr. Kim's words.
"Mr. Kim, what's your real name?"
The man hesitated for a while, then answered.
"I'm Kim Seokjin."
Namjoon sighed.
"My real name is Kim Namjoon." He smiled, trying to be friendly.
"I know your name is Namjoon."
His smile faded and turned into worry.
"How did you know that?"
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