White Lies | VMIN (Book Two)

Prologue

October 31st 2022...

"Patient number seven, come inside" an assistant nurse in a psychiatric center loudly called and gestured the patient came inside and was told to sit down while waiting for the doctor's instructions.

And after the psychiatrist read the patient's profile and background illness, he looked at the patient's face and smiled but the patient responded to the psychiatrist with a frown. Something that the psychiatrist understands and wants to psychologically understand the source of his patient's strange illness.

The patient was referred to him by another well-known psychiatrist because of the unusual behavior of the patient and also because of his expertise in such strange cases. Something that he gradually understands and studies as he talks to the patient and seems to be unable to read the source of the pain and the root of the problems.

The psychiatrist stood up and approached the small couch on the opposite side of the patient's seat and looked and examined the patient's demeanor who seemed to dislike his presence. "How are you?How is your day today? Our session today is about Beaña who you said was looking for someone, did you do what I said in our first session?" the psychiatrist calmly asked the patient and the patient just nodded lazily and rolled his head lazily against the couch.

The patient crossed his legs and prepared himself to narrate what he had seen on the video recorded in his room on one rainy night. He looked at the psychiatrist boringly who motioned him to reveal what he had seen and he rolled his eyes impatiently at the psychiatrist before speaking and pouting sassily in front of him.

"Can you tell me what you saw on the video recorder even if it's just a small detail? the psychiatrist calmly pleaded with his patient and smiled sweetly at him.

"Ahhhaaaiisst fuck, fine!!! Okay, at first that bitch is panicking and scared he fucking trying to open the door and screaming like a crazy slut like he wanted to get out of the room. He screamed a fucking name, MY HUBBY TAEHYUNG, something like that after he cried shouting to let him out of the room and said he had to find his husband and apologize. Like bitch what do I care with that MOTHERFUCKING bitch, I don't even know who that shit Kim Taehyung is. He kept shouting that fucking name like broken cassette player 'TAEHYUNG and MY HUBBY' he desperately shouted and that fucking damnit keep hitting the door wanted to get out of the room, that Beaña whoever he is gets on my nerves, to be fucking seriously honest. And I noticed that at the same time as the heavy rain falls, his loud crying echoed in the room, isn't it creepy, shocked fuck? While I was watching the video, I felt like I was watching a fucking horror movie, the sound effects were absolutely great. Weird and creepy, that Beaña bitch who ever he is, he is very creepy i wish died. Then that bitch passed out after hearing the loud lightning, it's really fucking creepy I really hate him. He's ruining my life, if only I knew who that Taehyung was, I wouldn't have killed that man and maybe that plague freak would be gone from my life forever!!!!!" the patient said boringly to the psychiatrist and sat down and looked down at the psychiatrist with raised eyebrows and looking sideways.

The psychiatrist wrote down everything the patient had acted out and looked at it and asked questions "After you watched the video, did you just feel hatred and nothing else or was there something else? I mean aren't you intrigued who is that Kim Taehyung that Beaña is talking about? Did you at least know Kim Taehyung when you were young by any chance?" the psychiatrist calmly asked and observed the reaction of his patient who suddenly frowned and the reaction of the face became distorted.

"I just heard that name with that slut Beaña and another one I don't need a man in my life I can live without them, that bitch beaña is a cock hungry slut I think. What do I feel nothing, I don't know just nothing!!!! Don't ask me!!!! And I'm not interested in anything to do with Beaña or Taehyung those fuckers can go to hell I don't care!!!!" He answered angrily and stood up, pacing around the room and looked at the psychiatrist again, He looked up and down at the psychiatrist's gaze, showing no respect at all.

The psychiatrist took a deep breath and calmly told him to sit down and the psychiatrist took out a voice recorder and placed it on the small table "Okay can I ask another question if you don't want to talk about Beaña?" the psychiatrist calmly asked the patient and nodded at him and he proceeded with the questioning "Do you have a friend or close man in your heart? Have you ever loved and been hurt?---" asked the psychiatrist but the patient immediately answered and half-heartedly answered.

"I have a younger one, his name is Park Bu-gom, and when it comes to love hahaha don't make me laugh. What fucking good is there, I don't have the slightest feeling or have a love life, I want to be alone until I grow old. I don't fucking need someone who will be with me and leave me in the end, I don't need drama like that in life. I hate everything around me everything to me is black and white I don't want love I hate those words so much!!!!!!!!" the patient answered furiously and looked at the psychiatrist with disgust and sassily rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay, but doesn't that have something to do with what's happening to you now? Has that not crossed your mind even a little bit or maybe you had a bad experience in your youth if any? That might have triggered you that you just don't want to talk, you can trust me, we can talk, am I ready to listen?" the psychiatrist asked calmly again and looked at his patient who stood up and angrily stood in front of him.

"You know fucking bitch, all I know is that I hate that slut Beaña name, I want that fucking cock slut to die because since my childhood, the drama in the life of that fucking pest has always been in my life!!!! And now I want to go home, we're fucking done, I'm fucking tired asshole!!!!! the patient spoke in an emphatic whisper to the psychiatrist's ear firmly holding both hands on both sides of the armrest of the couch.

Then without saying goodbye, the patient walk away left the room without looking at the psychiatrist and slammed the door shut. The psychiatrist took a deep breath seeing the hole and depth of the problem his patient had.