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"Order anything." Dongyeon says. "Don't worry about the price."
Namjoon nods, looking around the restaurant. It's very fancy, fancier than him. Namjoon and Dongyeon was already sitting at their table, no one else in the room. The younger just looks around the room they're in while Dongyeon looks at the menu he's holding.
Namjoon looks down at the menu and just stares at it. I don't even know what half of these are. Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, looking up at Dongyeon. He had a smile across his face, seeming perfectly fine about ordering himself something.
"Um. Hyung?" Namjoon spoke up.
"Yeah?" Dongyeon looks at him.
"Uh. I..everything looks confusing to me honestly." Namjoon nervously chuckles.
Dongyeon chuckles too, lowering his menu down. "You don't have to get a lot."
"No I mean..I don't understand any of this." Namjoon bit is bottom lip nervously.
Right. He's different compare to me. Dongyeon scratches his temple nervously. "Do you uh, want to get any dessert instead?" He closes the menu. "I'm actually in the mood for a chocolate cake."
Namjoon raised a brow. "Uh..sure?"
Dongyeon chuckles.
Yoongi stares at the notebook on the desk. Jackson wants him to see it. Yoongi had an urge to pick it up and open it. He wanted to see what Namjoon wrote in that notebook..while he was in the mental institution.
F it. Yoongi got up from the edge of the bed and walked over to the desk, picking up the notebook and walked back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. I'm doing to regret doing this...
Yoongi slowly opens the notebook.
Flashback
Dr.Song twists the doorknob, entering the private room of 1278 Kim is in.
"Mr.Kim? It's time to take your medication." Dr.Song spoke, closing the door behind him.
He looks around the room, seeing the male's named Namjoon in the corner, holding his legs up to his chest. It looked like he was trying to hide himself from anything around the room.
"Mr.Kim?"
"I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be here." Namjoon mumbles to himself, gripping his own leg. "I'm not supposed to be here..."
Dr.Song puts down the tray on the table, walking over to the male and kneels down to him. "Mr.Kim, you're only here for a reason."
Namjoon looks at him, knitting his brows. "I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not a psycho."
Dr.Song sighs. "You've done something to yourself, that's why you're here." He softly says to him.
"My Aunt is a fucking bitch, that's why I'm here." Namjoon moves his legs away from his chest. "You're just being a fucking babysitter of mine."
"I'm just keeping an eye on your medication, Mr.Kim. Nothing else."
Namjoon stares at him. "I don't give a fuck who you are. Get me out of here."
"I cannot do that Mr.Kim." Dr.Song says, standing back up and walking over to the tray.
"I m-miss him." Namjoon suddenly whispers. "He hates me. I-I messed up so badly..."
Dr.Song stops, looking at him.
Namjoon slowly lies down on the floor. "I should've told him right away..I should've told him everything..."
Dr.Song curls his brows. Namjoon tries to hide with his arms covering his face. He kept mumbling to himself, saying he messed up, saying he's the problem, the reasons why he overdosed and every other reason.
It broke Dr.Song's own heart, knowing the story.
End of Flashback
Yoongi wipes his eyes multiple times. He moved the notebook away from his lap, covering his face. He thinks everything is his fault... Namjoon explained a lot of his reasons in that one notebook and with repeated words. Namjoon even said how much he loves a male named Min Yoongi.
