PSYCHO

A POEM ABOUT YOU

The next day

Jisoo feels better after a short break with her brother and sister. She is still very weak but she thinks she can go to work again. When she appears in the dining room, the whole room goes silent.

"Oh honey, why are you here? You should've rested more, like a week or so." Dongwan can't believe her daughter just comes downstairs on her own with the background of yesterday's sickness.

"Unnie! Don't tell me you're going back to work today!" Jennie doesn't really know what Jisoo is made of. "You are still recovering!"

"I am fine though, I could go to work today." Jisoo says in a barely audible tone.

"No you're not." Taehyung grabs Jisoo's wrist and gives her a death glare.

Jisoo turns her head away from him and quickly sits to eat her breakfast.

"Darling, I think we should take our daughter elsewhere for a break..." Whispers Irene to Dongwan.

"I think so..." Dongwan can't really bear the sight of this Jisoo, sitting there, weak and skinny.

At the mental hospital

Jisoo walks to her office and sees Eunwoo walking out of his office. He seems very surprised when she shows up.

"Good morning Jisoo-ssi, aren't you extremely sick yesterday? Mr. Yang says you're going to be gone for a week."

"Yes Eunwoo-ssi, but I'm better now, I don't think I need that long to rest."

"Well, I doubt that, but take care of yourself."

"Thank you. I will."

Jisoo prepares herself for about 30 minutes and she doesn't feel that strength she used to have, so she decides to quit early today.

"Why am I looking forward to see him?" Jisoo curses herself for being like this.

In the cell

Jisoo knocks and carefully walks into the cell. Haein is sitting on the desk writing something and Jisoo doesn't expect him doing that. She remembers him telling her that writing used to be one of his bobbies when he was young.

"Haein..." Jisoo calls out to him.

"Jisoo, I miss you." The first thing Jisoo hears after walking into the cell is this and it warms up her heart a bit.

"No worries, I'm here, I just have some other things to do yesterday."

"I know." He turns around and continues writing. He is really concentrated in his writing that he doesn't even want to talk much.

Jisoo pulls a seat and sits next to him, she imagines any genre he could be writing, but she didn't expect a poem on the paper.

In the quiet corners of our gaze,

Embers of a passion began to blaze.

Fingers brushed, a fleeting touch,

A moment's dance, too much, too much.

On her hand a paper plane she holds

A story, a tale, please behold.

Jisoo looks at the lines he starts with and her cheeks turn into a faint shade of pink. He remembers the feeling when their fingers slightly brushes for the first time, and the spot burns like fire. He remembers how they dance, moves in sync, how he lifts her up and spins her around.