Asylum(KNJ FF)

Patient 2

I grab my lunch and head to the cafeteria. Once I walk in I see Mr. Jeon and my other "patients." Their all shackled and I can see it's uncomfortable to eat. I set my food down and head towards the gaurds. Mr. Jeon notices me and smirks. "What are they, animals! Unshackle them," I say to the guard but they wont. "I'm sorry but their dangerous," they say to me and I scoff, "dangerous? Seriously? People in this world are stupid. They have no reason to kill any of the women in this facility." They go to fight back but before they could I recognized Mr. Wangs voice saying, "their her clients and I believe what she says unshackle them."  They grunt unhappily and I roll my eyes. I bow to Mr. Wang and he gives me a nod while walking off.

   After their done I also send them off. Before I leave I look at Mr. Jeon and say, "Don't make me regret this Mr.Jeon." He gives me a wide bunny smile and says, "don't worry I wont and please call me Jungkook. "I chuckle and say, "but your older than me by 5 years." He gives me another bunny smile and replies, "I don't care consider us friends and call me Jungkook." I stare him down, "It'll look unprofessional so only when we're alone." He nods and gives me a wink. I just chuckle and shake my head as I walk away.

35 Minutes Later

  Lunch is over and I head back to the workers lounge to grab my things. "Your one crazy and smart girl, that's what I like about you," Rose says and I chuckle, "thanks, I guess." She smiles, "are you going to the annual dance we have?" I stand there for a bit, " I didn't know there was a dance, but no I wont go." She frowns and says, "Well, I got a month to talk you into it." I chuckle and roll my eyes. I grab my folder and bid a, "see ya later," to Rose.

    My next "patients" name is Min Yoongi a 27 year old man who killed 50 women. 'Wow, that's a lot' I say in my head as I walk to his room. I scan my card and walk into his room to find the same thing, he's shackled. "Please remove the shackles and leave," I say and the guard listens. I sit down. "You've got gut's Dr. Lee," He says and I cringe, "Please call me Anastasia your making me sound old when you say that." He chuckles, "I mean you look very young but I guessed that you were older and it's plastic surgery." 

I roll my eyes, "Nope, no plastic surgery. Im 19 and I graduated from college a month ago. I have a IQ of 152." He nods, "So.... your a prodigy." I nod my head yes and he leans back while his fingers play with the table like it's a piano. I tilt my head to the side, "Do you like to play the piano?" He stops what he's doing and puts his hands on his lap, "Yes, I love music a lot." I smile, "me too! I play the piano, guitar, violin, and saxophone. I also love to sing and dance. I'll request them to give you a piano. " He gives a gummy smile that I didn't expect to come from such a intimidating but handsome man.

  "Thanks, I'd appreciate that. I bet your going to their annual dance then since you love to do that," he says and I shake my head, "No, I don't dance in front of people." This time he tilts his head, "why not?" I hesitate but tell him, "Well, the last person to see my performance was my dad.  He had this journal where he would put all his evidence, reasoning, suspects, practically every last detail of his case would be in that journal. He had one for every case. After my performance it was 9 at night and we decided to walk because it was only a 10 minute walk. While, waiting for the performance to start he figured out who the members of the got7 mafia were and where their hideout was. While walking home he saw a group of men following us.  He gave me the journal and hid me, and told me to not come out no matter what. He had me promise him to follow whatever my dream was and to take care of my mother. I watched those men beat him and repeatedly ask him where me and the journal was. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault, to feel helpless, I still sometimes do. I don't perform because everyone brought me down, hell even my mother did, but my dad...." A tear falls down my cheek and I look down. "He supported me so much and made me feel like I was the greatest dancer in the world. So, since I lost that one person who cheered me on, I never perform in front of people, hence forth why I wont attend the annual dance." He nods understanding.

   "Those women abandoned their children like your mother did you at the age of 12," I say and he nods. "Well, I believe you did nothing wrong. So, I wont tell them your sane," I say. He laughs, "Your not like the other doctors, are you?" I laugh," how can you tell?" I hear the 5 minute knock and stand up, "Well, Mr. Min I'll see you later."  He tilts his head "One call me Yoongi, and two what do you mean later?" I smile wide and say, "You'll find out."