the steady blowing of the wind made its way through jungkook’s loosely styled hair, messing up the chestnut brown bangs hanging just over his stark eyebrows, giving him a youthful yet casual appearance. he wore a black button up shirt that he couldn’t be bothered to tuck all the way in, while carrying a sturdy dark brown briefcase with personal information, documents and some pills - treats-, as he would call them. his ears were adorned with all kinds of earrings, while what one could consider the tail of some mythical creature made its way down his wrist from underneath the shirt, circling his fingers and stopping in the middle of his palm. needless to say, he looked nothing like a doctor, the person the badge he carried was assigned to.

jungkook sighed while walking inside the huge unaesthetic building, silence filling his ears as he listened to the soft press of his heel against the stone floor.

“good morning, doctor jungkook”

a black haired lad appeared out of nowhere, dressed in all white, waving a wood clipboard in front of him.

“my name is yoongi and i will be guiding you through the building today, then i will be assigning you to your patients and you can take it up from there, is that alright?” he faked a smile.

“y-yes...s-sure” jungkook stuttered, still a little shaken up from the sudden appearance of this yoongi guy.

“for god’s sake stop stuttering already, you’re a doctor. christ” yoongi spat, leaving him dumbfounded by the sudden change of attitude.

yoongi started walking towards a dark hallway and one by one, guards and nurses started flooding the once empty building. his heel pressed harshly against the hard floor, making the loudest sound yet.

“believe it or not, i used to live here”, yoongi chuckled. “well, not live, but i’ve been assigned to the low-risk ward for a few months a while ago. i was kinda bipolar back then” he laughed bitterly.

back then, jungkook thought.

“nevertheless, i am all well now, and since i know this building like the back of my hand, they let me be an intern here. now i’m the one taking care of my friends here”

yoongi showed jungkook around the low-risk ward, which was only guarded at the two entrances in the big hallway. the patients were calm, sedated, jungkook made a note to himself.

after what seemed like hours passed by, the reached the old wing of the hospital, which was split in two smaller wings, the north one being for the “test subjects” as the papers read, and the south wing for the “dangerous, irreparable subjects of St. Mary’s Home For The Mentally Troubled”.

despite looking like a freshman in highschool, jeon jungkook was one of the brightest minds korea had to offer at the moment, his treatments never failing, and his methods of coping with whatever thought troubled any patient working incredibly well, he was truly a gem for this psychiatric hospital.

no one, not even his parents, thought jungkook was going to leave eveything behind and move to seoul to seek treatments for the mentally ill. everyone thought he was going to become an artist, and a good one at that. but nonetheless, jungkook’s parents always supported him and from the moment he stepped foot into his first class in med school onwards, his parents did everything they could to support his dream.

“authorization” one of the guards coldly stated, not even sparing jungkook a glance.

he was going to enter the right wing, where he would be assigned to his first patient, a “very dangerous subject”, as the paper stated. he knew all too well what he was getting himself into, but all he wanted to do was prove the system wrong and show everyone that even the worst of monsters have a chance at getting their little bit of humanity left back.

three guards mobilized, two on his each side and one behind him as he walked along the long corridor, looking around the glass sealed cells hugged by stainless steel doors with a code waiting to be typed in to free the beast beneath the glass.

the silence jungkook was already getting fond of was soon disturbed when yoongi came running into the corridor, stopping in front of jungkook and tiptoeing to whisper something in his ear.

“you forgot these” he whispered as he put a set of keys into jungkook’s shirt pocket. “he’s not the monster they say he is” was all yoongi said before he took a left and disappeared into the dark corridor he just came in running from.

jungkook sat there for a few seconds, trying to process what just happened, but as he felt the keys clinking in his pocket, yoongi’s words resonated in his ears.

he’s not the monster they say he is.

jungkook turned around, facing the last cell on the long corridor, reading the tag to see if it matches the one he’s been assigned to.

subject #31295

kim taehyung.

extremely dangerous,

do NOT approach.

jungkook franatically skimmed through his papers, trying to find taehyung’s information and also hide the light pink shade creeping on his cheeks at the sight of the boy.

taehyung was dressed in a white shirt, the collar and sleeves seemed to have been ripped to make an improvised tshirt, his dark grey cuffed pants nicely hugging his toned legs, while his arms were covered in black ink depicting mythical creatures, latin words and other drawings and randoms that were probably self made.

taehyung was definitely a sight for sore eyes, his big emotionless eyes traced by thin, long eyelashes shielded by thick, furrowed eyebrows and his plump purplish lips that showed his unwillingness to take the medication he was prescribed.

jungkook was speechless, staring at the boy behind the dirty glass staring back at him. he felt compiled to the boy’s dark orbs, needed to see them closer.

jungkook pressed the speaking button, his trembling finger barely touching the flat dot before he heard a deep chuckle coming from the other side of the glass pannel.

“ah, yet another doctor came for me and for me only? what is it with this hospital, does it like me so much?” taehyung breathed, looking straight into jungkook’s curious orbs, a smirk creeping onto his face.

taehyung suddenly stood up from the stone bench he probably used as a bed, and took his time walking closer to his new doctor, eyeing him from head to toe.

jungkook also noticed the chain that clung to taehyung’s ankle. it was as if his whole person yelled im dangerous, don’t come near me. but jungkook was more than earger to find out how did such a young, promising kid end up in this hellhole of an institute.

“h-hi, my name is doctor jeon, i will be monitoring and helping you from here on” jungkook stuttered. he wasn’t the type to stutter or forget his words, but taehyung’s powerful presence fully took him by surprise.

“ive seen a dozen doctors waltz through here, but never one with tattoos” taehyung lightly chuckled, though his tone showed no amusement.

“what’s your name, baby boy?”

jungkook gulped and looked around. he was alone. the guards at the end of the corridor made no sounds whatsoever.

the silence is terrifying, jungkook realized.

he gathered whatever self esteem he had left and looked taehyung in his dark, compelling orbs.

“im jungkook, and i will heal you”

“actually kooks, i think i will be the one healing you”

jungkook took a sip from his much too bitter coffee and frowned upon the taste, momentarily taking his eyes off the chunks of paper holding information on some on the inmates in the north and south wards.

nonetheless, as much as he tried, he couldn’t think of anyone else than taehyung. how can a young boy like him be chained to a cell in the middle of a mental institute, he seemed so sweet and charming and hot-

jungkook shook his head at the last thought and looked for the brown clipboard containing taehyung’s admission papers, which were ripped and crumbled after having run through so many doctors’ hands.

he sighed loudly and put his mug down as he started reading what was on the papers, shock never leaving his glossy, round eyes.

subject #31295

kim taehyung

estimated age: 23

location: south ward for the “dangerous, irreparable subjects” of St. Mary’s Home For The Mentally Troubled

diagnosis: psychopathic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, depersonalization disorder, acute schizophrenia, mild hypomania

doctors:

doctor park, 1993 - quit

*subject is giving no signs of cooperation

*cannot engage with subject unless using electroshock therapy

doctor jung, 1994 - quit

*subject is unresponsive to treatment

*subject is unresponsive to therapy

*subject is unresponsive to others**

**methods of engaging the subject

doctor han, 1995 - quit on medical leave

*subject attacks dr han

*unresponsive to therapy and others**

doctor hwang, 1996 - deceased

*subjects engages in lethal fight with dr hwang

*do NOT engage the subject

doctor jeon, 1997 - working

*subject engages with doctor

*subject shows signs of cooperation

(a/n: I used most of the surnames I know 😂😂😂ok back to the story)

jungkook threw the clipboard on the floor, sick of what the other doctors had done to tehyung. he wanted to help him, heal him.

he got up, picked up the clipboard from the floor, put on his coat and started walking towards the south wing, where he would finally start working with taehyung, his strangest case so far.

the corridor was as dark as he left it yesterday, some of the inmates looked lifeless, while others looked like they were ready to barge out at any second.

he took long strides to quicken his pace and reach taehyung’s cell faster.

he looked through the window of his cell, a reddish blush creeping on his milky skin once meeting his view: taehyung’s bare back was facing the doctor, a clean shirt in his hand.

jungkook wanted to look away and give the older some privacy, but the intricate designs that graced taehyung’s body were of such interest for the boy, he just couldn’t look away.

a pair of black wings struck by roses and thorns covered his shoulderblades and hugged his shoulders, while the black stars and constellations that filled the lower back area got jungkook thinking about the boy’s possible interests.

as he got carried away, he didn’t notice taehyung standing in front of him, smirking.

“enjoying the view?”

jungkook started coughing aggressively in order to mask the blush that was already more than obvious to taehyung and took a steadier position.

“good morning, i came to check up on you and get you to talk me into what the hell happened to you” he blurted out, still a bit embarrassed about the incident.

“well im not in the mood” taehyung spat.

“and frankly, i don’t care. it is my duty as your doctor to understand you and try to heal you” jungkook retorted, angry that he isn’t getting the reaction he wants.

“baby boy, why do you think im here? can’t you see everyone around here is a lost cause? take my friend for example, jimin. he is in the left wing, they’re running tests on him. this hospital isn’t as nice as you think” taehyung explained calmly, while jungkook could only do as much as listen, frustration already building up.

“it only goes two ways: if the tests work on jimin, he’ll stay in the low-risk ward, go outside, make some friends, eat good food. if they don’t, he’ll be thrown in here. his mind will be a mess, his life will never be the same and he’ll be seen as everyone else is here, a monster.”