won't you love me? (vmin)

80, Day In The Life

"One small beige pill, and three disgustingly large white ones. A big orange one as well. And a whole tube of...m&ms."

"And that was your breakfast?"

Taehyung nodded, "Water, too. I didn't like how the water fell down my throat.. it was all weird. Does that happen to you?"

"No, I've never thought about it. You overthink things, like we've discussed before. Let's try something new. How about you distract yourself before a new thought occurs."

"How?"

"You can color, run around the garden when they allow you to. Maybe, even talk to the other patients? You could dance or sing in the comfort of your room to not disturb anybody."

"Okay, sure"

"Taehyung, before we end today's session, I want to tell you that I'm very proud of you. You're more outgoing and easier than you were before. You've come a long way, and I'm very happy about your progress."

It's been months. It's felt like years.

"You're....proud of me?"

"Yes. I'm very proud of you"

Taehyung stayed quiet for a moment. She spoke,
"How are you feeling?"

"I...am overthinking." It was the simplest way to put it.

"Why do you think you feel this way?"

"Because....because I'm really really happy. I think. But...I don't...I don't know how to-"

"Taehyung, let's take a few deep breaths. No one is rushing you."

Six months in the heavenly place and yet Taehyung still dreamed of other things. He kept asking the staff, 'Am I fixed yet? Can I please go now?', and they'd always just nudge him to his room. At least he has permission to walk around freely. Six months ago, it was as if they'd just rescue the most vicious dog in the world.

Six months ago, Taehyung thought he'd awoken in a prison. Well, wasn't he supposed to go to prison? He didn't understand what he was doing in some hospital, it's not like he is entirely insane....right?

He really did feel like some sort of dog. He knew nothing about what was happening on the outside world, and he barely even knew what day it was each time he'd wake up. He didn't even know when a week had passed, a day felt like a year.

No one came to visit, no one was allowed to visit. Taehyung had overheard the nurses speaking about it. The only thing Taehyung kept getting were bunches of flowers from Jungkook. He'd send letters but those were confiscated, Taehyung wasn't allowed near paper without supervision. He wasn't allowed near a bunch of things without being treated like a kid.

Most days, he just sat in front of the window. Observing without a single noise. In those months, he thought and thought with no answers.