MADHOUSE || PJM

#30

i'm starting to question the security of this psychiatric. sneaking into the second floor to see yoongi wasn't hard, i just had to wait for the guard to go to the toilet.

while walking through the corridor, i regret coming here. it's so lonely and the silence is disturbing. the lights are off so early.

my eyes search for the room number yoongi told me: 28.

i gulp as i walk along the rooms..
25,26,27.. 28 min yoongi.

and there it is, the red circle under his name, what does it mean?

i look through the small window and i see him. he's sitting on a bed in the corner of the room, with a book in his hands looking completely immersed in it.

with indecisive hands, i turn the knob and open the door. i take a step inside and yoongi's peculiar eyes lift over the book, both icing my presence.

"welcome."
my heart starts beating faster. he closes the book and rests it on his lap, smiling.
"close the door."

"i don't think so."

"you're so distrustful."
he lifts his hand, showing a chain connected to the wall.
"i can't reach you, so relax a little."

"why do they have you so restricted again?"

his eyes shine in amusement.
"because i'm dangerous."

"is that why there's a red circle under your name?"

"well, well.."
his smile grows bigger.
"why are you so curious about me, y/n?"

"i just want to know if i shouldn't come to see you again."

"hmm, that means you were already thinking on coming to see me again."

i open my mouth but he continues.
"for now let's focus that you're already here, we'll worry about our next encounter later on."

"why do you always evade my questions? you always find a way to not give me answers."
i say frustrated.

"i don't owe you answers."
he answers, the coldness in his voice clear.
"let's make something clear here, sweetheart. i don't owe you anything, it just amuses me giving you bits of valuable information about you and your pathetic life."

that hurts.
"if my life seems so pathetic to you, why don't you leave me alone?"

"why do you keep coming to me?"

"because you're not telling me everything you know!"
i sigh.

"i'll tell you at the pace i want, however i want."

"is this a game for you?"

"everything is a game for me."

"then i won't see you again, i'm leaving."
i turn around and take the door knob in my hand.

"we both know you won't be able to cross that door, and even if you gather the courage to do it, the doubt of knowing whether the killer hit me or not will haunt you until you come back to me."

i clench my hand on the knob, knowing damn well he's right. i turn around and find his eyes staring at me.

"he came to you?"

he tilts his head.
"why don't you sit down?"
he points down in front of him.
"don't worry, i'm not going to kiss you."

i press my lips tight.
"where does your chain reach?"

he starts laughing.
"i'm not going to do anything."

"that's what you said last time when you.."