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[+Min Yoongi]

Min Yoongi

A white room. Colorless walls. Empty sheets. Milk-colored pillows. Fragile curtains. Spotless tiles. Everything was as harsh as snow and as white as pain could ever be. The moment Yoongi stepped into the room he loathed it.

It was all too plain. It needed color, hue, pigment -a stain of some sort. Of any sort for that matter. After a few months, he was allowed to put up a poster and an oil splash painting he made.

It didn't require him a lot of detailing and as a result of him spending 43 precise minutes, the final masterpiece gave him just the right texture along with the perfect splashed blotches needed for this blossoming flower he had given life to through a countable number of paints. 

But it was still too white, the color anchored him to an uncountable number of gifts he never asked for. The drab color was beginning to suffocate him. It would have been better if he was allowed out of the winter room, but he was stuck in it his first year.

It was either a year of confinement or advancement in his therapy. Whichever came first, and right now Yoongi was planning to fake getting better just so he can escape the confinement of a  room.

The Korean male was sitting on his bed, knees drawn to his chest. His eyes were closed because even his clothes had to be white. It was making him nauseous. The door slid open quietly and someone stepped in.

The door slid shut and everything was silent. His subconscious felt the need to freeze his nerve impulses provoking his furrowed eyebrows.

"Yoongi?" A gentle male's voice prodded. "It is 2:30. It is time for your-"

"I know." the latter interrupted quietly, speaking to his knees. "It's just. . .I don't like this room. Can't we ever meet outside the room?" he lifted his head, auburn eyes meeting steel gray.

His Auburn eyes didn't want to look away from them because his doctor was just like the room. White skin, white aging hair, white teeth, a long, tidy, knee-length, rumpled white coat. "Dr. Joon," Yoongi began in a slow steady, and firm voice, "If I don't get out of this room, I won't be able to resist my urges."

The doctor's face remained impassive but nonetheless, Yoongi watched the gears turn in his head as he left. He gave out a sigh of relief and stepped off the bed. Would today be a break from the room? The artist walked over to the metal mirror and examined his reflection.

He grabbed the soft-bristled brush and ran it through his red-brown hair, humming as he did so. Next, he squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and quickly brushed his teeth. He had to look decent for his first visit out to the hospital right? Yoongi finished and spit in the sink, looking at his reflection once more.

He felt the enthusiasm course through his body, making him smile and giggle. He couldn't wait to venture out! Restricted and under surveillance but outside nevertheless!

The door opened once more and the doctor walked in. Yoongi grasped the brush tightly and held his breath. Damn it, his body always had to freeze in the most absurd of situations. He wasn't one to talk, not like he was fond of any type of conversation.

"Congratulations Yoongi, you're request has been granted!"

"Yay!" he jumped up and down merrily after pushing his hair aside gaily."Where are we gonna go?"

"Let's take a step backward for a moment." Dr. Joon held up his hands. "First, since you are a potential danger for others you are obliged to wear these." He held up a pair of silver handcuffs.

"Yes! Anything!" Yoongi snatched the handcuffs and snapped them on his wrists. "Can we go now?" he pleaded. Doctor Joon pushed his glasses up his nose and acknowledged.