"Yeonjun-ah? I know its a lot to take in right now. How are you feeling about it?"
I think for a minute. I mean it's not like I'll be treated any differently, a hospital is a hospital, right? And it's time for a change of scenery anyways. But...
"Why though? Did I do something wrong?"
"No Yeonjun. This is the harsh reality, but your condition is deteriorating. It's better if you are moved to a university hospital, as they have specialists there which we don't have here, and those specialists have more available to them, and may be able to help you more than we can."
Dr. Lee says, voice full of sympathy.
"Okay. But won't there be, like, medical students working there? It's not like I don't trust them or anything but you know, I'm just wary around people who could do more harm than help to me, you know?"
"Yeonjun, your allowed to have your own opinions, and I'm not in a place to change that. I know you said otherwise, that its not that you don't trust them, but just know it's perfectly understandable to not trust people, especially given what you've gone through. And also, your going to be staying as an inpatient in a pysch ward, and in this specific hospital that we're sending you to, med students are not allowed into those kinds of wards, nor are newly graduated doctors or nurses. So don't worry about that."
Dr. Lee explains patiently.
I just nod. Gosh, what is wrong with me. They can't do anything to me! I'm protected by the law! Right? The law also applies to people like me right? Right?
A sudden cold presence on top of my hand.
I jolt and look to see Dr. Lee's hand cold hand over my warm one.
"Sorry. It wasn't a seizure, I was just lost in my thoughts...Sorry."
He must of though I was having an absence seizure.
"Don't apologise. As a doctor, I naturally jump at the smallest thing. You just scared me there, because you were gone for so long."
The doctor says concernedly, his dark auburn hair falling into his eyes, but him not even flinching.
"I-I was? Sorry, seemed like a couple of seconds to me."
Gosh, I really need to stop this habit of going of into long daydreams and worrying everybody.
"Stop apologising, you did nothing wrong."
I don't know how to answer to that.
...
"Yeonjun, since we are transferring you tomorrow morning, I think it's best to go over tomorrow, and how it's going to work, so you're not too disorientated. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah.."
"So firstly, tomorrow morning, while you're having breakfast, your belongings are going to be sent to the hospital in advance so make sure you have all your luggage packed and ready tonight for tomorrow. Then a car is going to arrive, and it's going to take you to the hospital, where you'll meet your new doctor, and where I'm going to personally drop you off. You good with that?"
I nod.
"Good. Well I'm going to let you get you stuff packed and ready, so you are free to leave."
Dr. Lee says with a smile, which I forcefully return, before getting up out my chair and going to the door, opening, then closing it behind me.
Do they really want me out of their hair that badly?
Of course they do, stupid. No one likes you.
Oh yeah. No one likes me. No one loves me. It's just there job.
I look up to find my self already in front of my bedroom door.
God, enough with the day dreams! They're really starting to piss me off now.
I open my room door with force, causing the metal door handle to hit the wall.
Great. Now, on top of everything, I've broken the wall as well.
You act like you didn't know that that was going to happen. You did it on purpose.....
No I didn't it was an accident, it was - "
Enough Yeonjun. Your tongue is going to go black, doing all that lying.
I'm not though, I - "
STOP.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I step inside the room, and slam the door closed again, paying no attention to the mark that I made on the wall, instead going to the corner of my room, and dragging my suitcases out of the corner of my room, where they have been living for the past 12 years.
He's right. Everyone hates me. No one likes me. No one loves me.
I'm just a burden to everyone.
I kick the suitcase onto its lid and violently unzip the piece of luggage.
I stare into the empty interior for a second, despite knowing what it looks like, where all the bumps, curves and zips are with my eyes closed.
Is this really all I have left of home? A couple of suitcases?
I shake my head and go over to my wardrobe, flinging the doors open, and starting to rip clothes off of their hangers.
Pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
I don't have anything to declare a sentimental bond with.
No letters.
No photos.
No nothing.
Suitcases.
That's all I have from my past.
A couple of suitcases.
A couple of dusty, old worthless suitcases.
What were you expecting? Flowers? They clearly wanted nothing to do with you anymore all those years ago, so what makes you think that they would of left you something to remember them by?
But-
I already told you. No one likes you. No one WANTS you. Who would? You're a good-for-nothing.
---Authors POV---
It takes the poor boy a moment to realize that there are tears dripping his face, which he wipes away with his sleeve, before silently continuing to put his belongings in the suitcases.
As he wipes away present tears, more trail down his pretty face, with the occasional sniff enough to make anyone crumble.
He gets more and more careless with his things, eventually ending up flinging the last of the things into his suitcase, yanking the zipper closed, before letting out a loud wail and falling onto his side, hugging his knees to his chest and starting to sob.
It seems like a lifetime before his sobbing ceases, instead replaced with heavy breaths as the boy is propelled into his happiest dreams.
And worst nightmares...
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HARD | A Beomgyu FF
Fanfiction"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥." When Yeonjun meets a troubled boy that most, if not all, have never heard speak, he makes it his mission to hear his voice. To see his happiness. To hear his joyful screams. The hear his laugh. After all...
