chapter 2

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.

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