Minjeong was transferred to a psychiatric hospital after a violent incident.
Before leaving…
One of the nurses quietly stopped her.
“There are only two rules here.”
Minjeong smirked.
“I’m listening.”
“First…”
“Never leave your room after midnight.”
Minjeong rolled her eyes.
“And the second?”
The nurse hesitated.
“…Whatever happens…”
“Don’t ask Room 217 for help.”
“Why?”
The nurse forced a smile.
“Because the patient in that room…”
“…will convince you.”
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Room 217.
Jimin.
The quietest patient in the entire hospital.
She never screamed.
Never cried.
Never argued.
She simply sat by the window every day…
Reading the same old book.
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Minjeong thought everyone was overreacting.
Until her first night.
11:58 PM.
The hallway became silent.
The lights dimmed.
Minjeong couldn’t sleep.
Then—
Knock.
Three slow knocks.
From the other side of the wall.
She frowned.
“…Seriously?”
She knocked back.
Three times.
Silence.
Then…
Three knocks again.
Minjeong smiled.
“So that’s how we’re talking?”
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For the next few nights…
It became a routine.
Three knocks.
A pause.
Three knocks back.
Sometimes…
They stayed awake for hours.
Speaking through the wall.
Without ever seeing each other.
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On the seventh night…
A voice finally broke the silence.
Soft.
Calm.
“…You’re annoying.”
Minjeong laughed.
“Thanks.”
“I wasn’t complimenting you.”
“I know.”
A long silence followed.
Then…
“…Goodnight, Kim Minjeong”
Minjeong froze.
“…How do you know my name?”
No answer.
Only silence.
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The next morning…
Minjeong walked past Room 217 on purpose.
The door opened.
For the first time…
She saw Jimin
Calm.
Beautiful.
Expressionless.
Their eyes met for only a second.
Jimin looked away.
“…Try knocking quieter tonight.”
Minjeong smiled.
“So you were listening.”
Jimin sighed.
“I had no choice.”
“You’re loud.”
Minjeong laughed.
“And you’re rude.”
“For someone who talks so much…”
Minjeong muttered.
“…You’re surprisingly lonely.”
Minjeong’s smile disappeared.
Neither of them spoke again.
But that night…
Minjeong still knocked three times.
…
No one knocked back.
For the first time…
Room 217 was completely silent.
The next night…
11:58 PM.
Minjeong sat on the edge of her bed.
Waiting.
11:59 PM.
Nothing.
She frowned.
“…Seriously?”
12:00 AM.
Still nothing.
No knocks.
No voice.
No Jimin.
Minjeong sighed.
“…Fine.”
“If you’re ignoring me…”
“…I’ll come to you.”
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The hallway was unusually quiet.
Even quieter than the night before.
Minjeong stopped outside Room 217.
The door was closed.
She knocked.
Three times.
Silence.
She waited.
Nothing.
“…Jimin?”
No answer.
Minjeong rolled her eyes.
“…You’re unbelievable.”
She slowly reached for the handle.
It wasn’t locked.
The door opened.
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Jimin was sitting by the window.
Reading the same old book.
As if she hadn’t heard a thing.
Minjeong frowned.
“…You ignored me.”
Jimin calmly turned another page.
“I did.”
“…Why?”
“Because I knew you’d come.”
Minjeong blinked.
“…You wanted me to?”
“…Maybe.”
Minjeong couldn’t help smiling.
“…So you were waiting.”
“I was reading.”
“Liar.”
Jimin finally closed the book.
“…You’re louder in person.”
“And you’re ruder.”
“I know.”