Asylum(KNJ FF)

Patient 4

'Ok, 3 down 4 more to go' I say in my head and let out a sigh. Im very tired but I'm not even half way done with my shift. All of a sudden Mr. Wang runs up to me. I bow and say, "Is everything aright Mr. Wang?" He takes a breathe, "3 things: 1. Can you take over Jame's night watch. You'll be by yourself so if your uncomfortable I'll find someone else."  I think about it, "No, I'll take it over." He smiles, "okay, great now 2. call me Jackson." My eyes widen, "but, sir thats unprofessional." He chuckles, "When your in this building you can be a little unprofessional we want everyone to be comfortable. Now, 3. I need you to go to your patient Kim Taehyung before Jung Hoseok." I tilt my head," Why? Is he alright?"

   "He's in the art room yelling at Hae-hyo(if you watched Record Youth you know who this is. I know the actors real name but I chose his character name.)," my eyes widen, "Why didn't you tell me that first!," I accidentally yell at him and gasp. I quickly apologize and he chuckles, "Your fine. I didn't say it first because he's shackled and can't fight him in them just yell. Also, because I knew with how busy you are I would only be able to catch you now. Now....get to him." I nod and quickly find my way to the art room. When I walk in I hear what I assume is Taehyungs voice yelling, "but, I want to draw what I want to. I also want to be unshackled and lefted alone." I then hear Hae-hyo say, "I'm sorry but I can't." I shake my head and walk into their view.

  "I'll take it from here Hae-hyo," I say and he goes to leave, but I stop him, "Oh, can I have the keys to his shackles too please." He looks at the keys and I say, " It's for when he has to pee." I hear the deep and angelic chuckle of Taehyung behind me, "well, if he doesnt leave them you could always help me take my pants off and to aim." I roll my eyes and Hae-hyo makes a gagging noise while tossing the keys. "Good luck Anastasia!," he shouts while leaving. Only a couple seconds with Taehyung and I don't think he's safe anymore. In fact Im very uncomfortable. 

   Once Hae-hyo's out Taehyung says, "I'm sorry if I weirded you out. Im not that type of guy, Im good boy(haha get it!). I just wanted Hae-hyo to give you the keys." I let out a sigh of relief and smile, "So, you're Mr. Kim Taehyung." He nods and I give him a sign to give me his hands. He's confused a bit but hands them over. I unshackle him and say, "there, doesn't that feel better?" He nods while massaging his wrists, "so much better! I even have to sleep in them." My smile fades and Im saddened. People don't see them like I do or like my father would. Their gifts from God sent into this world to save kids from these horrible situations. Like for example, I believe a man who made the man who raped his daughter suffer horribly, cause now she has to live with the trauma, should not be punished. We're all human and have a breaking point and when someone pushes it that way should be punished worse than they are. 

  Taehyung is Jin's brother, they both were killing for the same reason. Only difference is Taehyung killed more girls, 65. To think he was that way and to become uncomfortable like that was wrong of me. He hated the way his mother was so why would he be a man whore. "I'll try my best to get you 7 out of these," I say. He gives me a little smile but says nothing. He knows there's only so much I can do. Getting Yoongi a piano and Jin cooking time is a piece of cake, but them not being shackled is nearly impossible.  

    I grab some art supplies and so does he. I do painting while he chooses to draw. After sitting there for awhile we both say, "done!," at the same time. "Jinx! Jinx again!," We say at the same time and laugh at our childish act. "Show me yours first," He says and I nod. I pick up my painting and show him it. 

"Wow, It's beautiful! What inspired you?, " he questions and I smile, "Thanks! Its a park by my house I love walking the path at night because of the beautiful trees and lights. I also like how it's just me. Im not a people person." He nods, "You seemed like you weren't." I chuckle, "wow, that obvious. I need to practice my social skills."  He laughs right a long with me. "Now, show me yours," I say and he picks it up. Once he turns it around Im in shock. Its so detailed and on point. Its a drawing of me and he didn't miss a thing. "Wow, you're a greater artist than me. So detailed, you didn't miss a thing," I say in awe and he chuckles, "Thanks, but your a greater artist because I only draw dark things." I tilt my head," So Im something dark?" He hums a bit, "To me no, but to the world yes because for one your anti-social, for two your smarter than others, and for three because you understand psycho's like us." Im taken aback and hear a knock on the art room door. Must be his guard. He holds his hands out and I sadly shackle him again. He walks out and when Im cleaning his last sentence plays through my head again and again.