chapter 3

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.”

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