I tried to collect all the courage there is, to knock on our room's door after 13 minutes and exactly 27 seconds passed by. The thought about Taehyung being in there, edging himself and reaching his climax, made the arousal fire in my stomach to an almost unbearable point. I managed to compose myself and softly knocked three times on the wooden door. "Yes?" I heard Taehyung's low voice speak up. I opened the door, seeing Taehyung wiping his hands with the antibacterial wipes. His hair strands were scattered across his forehead in a slightly messy way, making me imagine his hand running his fingers through his hair.
"Done your business?" I teased him, cocking my head to the right. I walked in, staring him up and down. "Don't tease me." He caught eye contact with me, licking his lips. "Thought about me during it?" I provoked, wanting to drag a reaction out of him. He parted his mouth in shock for a second, only to scoff out a chuckle. "Don't provoke me." He smirked, throwing the wipe away. I sat on my bed and giggled at his reaction. I continued teasing him, dragging the sexual topic between us out. "So, two times? One girl?" I questioned his sexual past. He looked at me with a smirk of disapproval, but opened his mouth to answer my question. "Two girls." He spoke making my eyes widen out of curiosity. "Wow slut-" I said to which he immediately spoke up. "But actually, two and a half times, three girls." "Half?" I confusedly questioned. He started to search for the gauze and a rolled bandage. "Well yeah...you." He said, making me choke on air. "Taehyung!" I playfully raised my voice, in disbelief over his words. "I can tease you back if you tease me." He spoke whilst coming closer to me, finding sterilized things he needed to change my bandage. He sat on my bed opposite me, in the same spot we sat yesterday. "Wow, kinky." I chuckled at his words. Taehyung sent a playfully judgmental glance my way. "Someone's horny today." He spoke, his boxy grin appearing. "Please, I'm not the one who had to hurry back to the room to jerk one off." I spoke in a provoked manner, loving his reactions. He stuck his tongue onto the inside of the cheek, smirking and looking right into me. He shook his head and thought of no comeback to say. I giggled and got closer to him pecking his lips.
Taehyung sat quietly for a second, before making a contact with my hand. "I can change it, if you can't-" I spoke, to which he immediately cut me off. "No, it's alright. I want to do it." He spoke and softly took my hand in his, collecting his breathing. He gently removed the worn out bandage and a stained gauze. He discarded it quickly, staring into my arm once he saw how bad it looked. "You got stitches?" He questioned, slightly raising his eyebrow. I quietly nodded and observed my arm. "It looks better now, actually." I said in a hopeful tone, staring right through him. "Jia? What happened?" He calmly questioned, applying a sanitizing cream for wounds on my longitudinal sewn cut. "I went through one of my manic episodes. That time it was a bit too severe, mainly because some of the people here got a hold of my piled up letters from family and started reading them to me out loud. It was some sort of a payback for some meaningless dumb shit I did to them, the things that could never compare to something like that." I said as we both observed what he was doing.
"I don't read my letters for a reason, Taehyung. I don't want to know about life outside of here. All of that is too scary for me to experience. I don't want to grow up all over again." I said and continued. Taehyung stared up and down me, trying to focus on changing my bandage. He put slight pressure onto the gauze, spreading it over my healing would. I felt a slight sting and scrunched my face a little bit from the pain. "Sorry. Sorry." He quickly spoke, He scrunched his face slightly too, trying to hold my arm and get used to a barely tolerant feeling. He nodded with his head, letting me continue. "I managed to stop them, almost getting in a fight with them. The nurses stopped us and when I returned back to my room after a long talk, I didn't feel any better. It only made it worse for me, being all alone in this room." I spoke, to which Taehyung stopped his movements, preparing himself to hear the following, worst part of it. "During that manicly depressed episode and a lash out of anger I stormed through the hallway, all cried out. I entered the washroom...one of the nurses was carefully cutting Minjee's hair. Scissors were the first thing I saw. I..." I spoke slowly, Taehyung desperately trying to connect the dots. "I snatched the scissors from her hand, and quickly cut down my arm, knowing there would be a little to no chance of saving me." I explained, being straightforward as I could be. Taehyung's eyes widened, barely believing my words. "Then she reacted, taking the scissors away from me. By then, my arm was covered in blood, making me completely dizzy. Minjee screamed very loud as I fell to the floor. Then the doctors came and I woke up a few floors down in the emergency ambulance, in one of the beds, cuffed to the bed for 24 hours." I spoke looking into Taehyung. "Did that ever happen to you before?" He spoke, wrapping a bandage around my arm. "Once before, but you probably heard about that from the people." I said and shook my head, thinking about a boy I once loved who committed suicide. "Oh-they only said it about him. I didn't know-" He stuttered a bit, gulping slightly.
