ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ || MɪɴSᴜɴɢ ✔︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 16

~ 3rd person POV ~

"I don't go to her until 6 hours. Why does she want to see me now?" Jisung asked Minho, and he shook his head.

Minho went to jisungs cell and told him that he had to go to therapy early.

"I don't know, baby, but just answer her questions and talk to her," minho said, and jisung nodded. They walked into the room with the psychiatrist.

"Hello Lee and Han," Mrs. Chong said, and Minho handcuffed jisung to the table.

"I'll be back, be good," minho said, and jisung nodded his head.

"Hello Jisung,"

"Hello... why did you tell me to come early?" Jisung asked, and she smiled.

"I'm just here to ask you some questions," she said, and jisung stared at his hands while nodding.

"Has anyone tried to help you when you were a teenager?" She asked, and jisung shook his head no.

"Nothing was wrong with me. My friends didn't see anything wrong with me. We all took care of each other," jisung said while thinking of his friends.

He missed them so much...

"Let's talk about your friends, it's 3 of them, right?" She said, and jisung nodded his head yet again. "1 girl and 2 boys." Jisung hummed, yes.

"How did your friends make you feel when you were with them?"

"They made me feel welcomed, and they accepted my sexuality the moment I told them that I was gay. I love them with all my heart. They are like sisters and brothers to me." Jisung said, smiling.

"All of you were pretty close, I see? Did you have a favorite?" She asked him.

"The girl of our group, I didn't say it  out loud, but I did favorite her more. Since the day that she saved me from committing suicide, she has always been my favorite, but I love all of my friends equally. "

"Sounds like they are your family. Let's talk about your real family. Was one partner more abusive than the other?" She asked curiously, and jisung nodded.

"Jisung, you've shown signs of a bipolar disorder, personality disorder, post-traumatic stress, and schizophrenia," she said as she wrote on her clipboard.

"And? So what?" Jisung asked, and she sighed.

"I don't think being in jail is going to help you get over all of these things... you need somewhere where they can help up and change you." She said, and jisung chuckled.

'Does she even know my kill count? Does she know how many crimes I've committed? No hospital is going to fix, and I seriously don't give a shit.'

Jisung thought as he looked at her.

"Maybe... just maybe you need to be sent to a hospital where they can treat you, and they have medication for people like you." She said, and jisung gripped them handcuffs on the table.

"You mean a mental hospital? I'm not crazy." Jisung snapped at her, and she took off her glasses.

"I'm not saying you are crazy, I'm just saying that you show signs of derangement," she said, and jisung glared at her.

The one thing people don't do is call jisung crazy. He isn't crazy, of course. He has some slight issues, but he is NOT crazy.

The last person who called him crazy is own flooding peacefully in a river.

"Times up," Minho said as he walked into the room.

"How was the session?" He asked while unlocking the handcuffs. Jisung got up and walked out of the room. Minho bowed at her before walking out of the room after jisung.

"Jisung slow down."

"She pissed me off," jisung said, groaning and walking down the hallway. "Slow down, baby, tell me what happened," minho said, pulling jisung into a corner and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Jisung placed his arms around minho's shoulders and sighed. He looked up at minho and frowned, his puppy eyes making minho's heart melt.

"She calls me crazy and I'm NOT crazy! I'm not some type of sick psycho, " jisung said, huffing and minho softly placed his hand on the back of jisungs hair.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. I'm sure she didn't mean to offend you. Calm down for me, okay?" Minho said, whispering on his ear.

Jisung rested his head in minho's chest. Minho knew how to make jisung calm down when he had his outburst.

He wouldn't have called jisung crazy, but he does have mental issues that he needs help with, but he doesn't want help... he doesn't want people feeling pity for him just because he had fucked up parents and a fucked up childhood.

"I just... I'm just a little stressed out..." jisung said, pouting and looking up at minho while pouting.

"Baby... we fucked not even a day ago" minho said laughing a little and jisung pouted.

"But I'm horny and you like me too. What's the issue?" Jisung said, whimpering and minho threw his head back and sighed.

"Fine, but swear to me that you'll shut up," minho said, and jisung nodded his head. Minho looked around and saw a supple closet.

He grabbed jisung hand and pulled him to it. Minho quickly got out his keys and opened the door. He pushed jisung inside and locked the door behind em.

"You'll promise me you'll be quiet?" Minho asked while smirking and wrapped his hand around jisung's neck.

"I promise Daddy."

To be continued....