Asclepsius

Chapter 12: The Things They Don't Say

Author's POV

"LIZZZ!"

Amungi immediately rushed toward her friend.

"Hyung, why are you just standing there looking at me?! Call an ambulance!"

Her voice trembled with panic.

"OH GOD!"

Namjoon quickly stepped forward.

"Am, calm down. Wait."

He grabbed a glass of water and gently splashed some onto Liz's face.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Then Liz slowly opened her eyes.

Amungi released a huge sigh.

"Oh, God..."

She immediately hugged her.

"Liz!"

Liz weakly smiled.

"Am, I'm fine. Don't worry."

Namjoon crouched beside them.

"Am, help her lie down on the sofa."

He looked at Liz.

"She's probably just exhausted. Jet lag can hit pretty hard."

Amungi nodded.

"Okay, hyung."

She carefully helped Liz onto the sofa and made sure she was comfortable.

Once she was settled, Amungi finally returned to work.

Later

Despite everything that had happened, Amungi managed to finish everyone's makeup.

One by one, each member was ready.

And, as usual...

Jimin was last.

But this time, something felt different.

Amungi stood in front of him with her brushes.

Jimin leaned slightly closer.

"So..."

Amungi looked at him.

"So..."

Their voices were barely above whispers, careful enough that nobody else could hear.

Jimin smiled.

"Why did you become that scared when Liz fainted?"

Amungi narrowed her eyes playfully.

"Does someone want to break another glass?"

Jimin tried not to laugh.

"I mean..."

He shrugged.

"I would, if the situation were the same."

Amungi couldn't hold back her smile.

She let out a quiet chuckle, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

Jimin noticed.

Of course he noticed.

His eyes moved over her outfit.

"So..."

He tilted his head.

"About the dress."

Amungi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"This doesn't exactly look like your usual choice of outfit, Ms. Amungi."

"Doesn't it?"

She smiled.

"Then how does it seem to you, Mr. Jimin?"

Jimin pretended to think.

"Hmm..."

He tapped his chin dramatically.

"It seems like somebody wants to make someone else fall for them."

Amungi's hand paused for a fraction of a second.

Jimin continued, his voice becoming softer.

"But little did they know..."

He looked directly into her eyes through the mirror.

"...that someone may or may not have already fallen for them."

Amungi's lips curved into a small smile.

"Is that so?"

Jimin smiled.

"Maybe."

Neither of them said anything else.

But the silence between them said enough.

Meanwhile...

Across the room, Taehyung had been watching everything.

His eyes narrowed.

He immediately walked over to Jungkook.

"Kookie."

Jungkook was busy looking at his phone.

"Hmm?"

"Kookie!"

Jungkook finally looked up.

"Yeah?"

Taehyung subtly pointed toward Jimin and Amungi.

"Look at them."

Jungkook turned.

His eyes widened.

"What are they..."

He paused.

"Wait."

He stared for another second.

"I've never seen them like that."

Taehyung folded his arms triumphantly.

"I told you."

He grinned.

"There's definitely something going on."

Jungkook looked at Amungi.

"Why is Am blushing like that?"

"I know!"

Taehyung whispered excitedly.

"Let's keep an eye on them."

He nudged Jungkook.

"We're going to find out what's going on."

Jungkook nodded.

"Yes."

The two exchanged a suspicious look.

Their investigation had officially begun.

Back to Amungi & Jimin

Amungi finally stepped away from Jimin.

"Done!"

Jimin looked at himself in the mirror.

For a moment, he simply stared.

The makeup was subtle, elegant, and somehow made his features stand out perfectly.

He smiled.

Then he leaned slightly toward Amungi.

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"And I still don't understand..."

Amungi looked at him.

"Understand what?"

Jimin smiled mischievously.

"Why a certain someone always gives their best when doing my makeup."

Amungi froze.

Her cheeks immediately turned pink.

"I..."

She looked away.

"I don't know either."

Jimin's smile widened.

"Really?"

Amungi nodded.

"Really."

Neither of them noticed Taehyung and Jungkook watching them from across the room.

And neither noticed the faint symbol on Amungi's shoulder beneath her clothes.

But something had changed.

The attraction between them was becoming harder to hide.

And somewhere beneath that growing affection...

Something much older was beginning to awaken.