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[+Park Jimin]

In the colorless buds of springtime, these voices around him felt so alien. Slowly he fell into unconsciousness. Yet the topic remained wrapped.

Who was that patient?

When Park woke up his mind was still foggy and his limbs felt frail. They had positioned him back onto his warm yet hopelessly unoccupied bed. Jimin didn't need a human being occupying his bed.

It was his tolerance and emotions that had to be occupying his bed along with his body. A few covers keeping his body warm wouldn't be strong enough to erase the stigma's that he had shamelessly managed to carve into his past.

His bangs fell over his forehead curtaining his traumatized eyes. His very existence made him sick to his stomach. That crazy agony that took over him that one time. The lightless day when he lashed out at a few who were among his very own.

It was moronic satanity. He became one with the rest, snarling at them as though their thoughts didn't have claws burying their well-being six feet deep. He hurriedly shook his head sideways, panic seizing him. He was spiraling downwards. Again.

The more he realized it, the more erratic were his choked breathing.

 Outside the psychiatry, the disturbing display of the many in-born shocks overtaking the flower-like boy got the sky herself growling as she let torrents of rain pour over the building in high hopes that someone, anyone for that matter would take the hint and come embrace his delicate, pitiful figure.

Yet, he couldn't move. There were those leather restraints around his wrists, attaching him to his bed. 

Park Jimin. 

A prisoner of his abnormal tendencies. The male moaned in pain, writhing uncomfortably, realizing that they were cuffed around his reddening ankles too.

His arms jerk savagely to his chest. His gorgeous eyes were terrified, they seemed as though they were about to bulge. They looked so confused as panic surged him, all soulless and blank.

 He took in a big, lungful of oxygen, fear clawing up his lungs. His inner subconscious continuously signaled him to calm down and breathe instead of having his anger fuelled by panic cloud over him.

 His legs were jerking uncontrollably, muscles contracting and spasming as tears flooded his vision. "J-jagiya... my lovely jagiya, m-mianhae " he mumbled his eyes staring up, ahead, the whites of his eyes looking at nothing.

He imagined wrapping his arms around his darling little girl. If only he could kiss her honey dashed hair. Then kiss her gently on her wet cheek and squeeze his unborn child's form tighter, holding her. 

Warmly embracing her before he left.

As if this wasn't enough of a pain, his body convulsed yet again. His neck looked strained now, mouth stretched open, his pink tongue peeking through as his eyes stare hard into the emptiness in front of him.

 His arms spasmodically beat his chest, a smile forming on his lips. No more worrying others about his abnormalities. Perhaps, he'd let himself finally rest now. There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and a scream of the eyes and soul.

 If the former gets no response, the latter begins. "I-I'm sorry " he mumbled before his body drifted off into a periodic breakdown.

 Outside the wind howled as the thunder continued on with her roaring, her mighty self writhing in pain as she witnessed his soft cries. Earth knew she'd witnessed scenes much worse than this particular one throughout her existence.