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In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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Min Yoongi's eyes flitted over the many folders on the computer. He hadn't been here for far too long, so he had missed some of the new arrivals. He didn't recognize some of the names on the screen, so he clicked through the various files. The two new arrivals from yesterday in particular had stuck in his mind; they had been in the same room he was currently in. A smoking cup of coffee stood next to the keyboard, and Min Yoongi ran his fingers over it frantically. It had been so long since he had sat here, on the large desk chair in front of the wide screen.
When he thought about it, he had missed it too.
The smell of flowers when he walked in at the entrance; the laughter of the children; the conversations with the psychologists and, above all, his two best friends.
Months ago, he had decided to retire for his own health. He had realized that he was once again overwhelmed by his thoughts and could no longer concentrate on work. He knew that he couldn't help the children and young people in this residence if he wasn't well himself. He had to take care of himself first before he could return here. Even though this process had taken longer and he had not yet fully recovered from his low phase. Nevertheless, he felt better than in the previous months and the pressure in his head had eased somewhat.
With a deep sigh, Min Yoongi brought the hot cup to his mouth and sipped it, then double-clicked on one of the folders: Kang Taehyun.
Not too much had been found out about the boy in the past two months since he had moved in, but several photos and documents were already available. These were collected so that the three psychologists working at the Moonlit residence were always in communication with the managers. They appreciated being constantly informed about everything, and this was particularly helpful for Pak Kia. She liked to keep track of things, which is why she was sitting on the large armchair in the middle of the room with her legs crossed and a whole pile of books on the small table in front of her. She was leafing through one herself entitled 'Treatment of Eating Disorders by Emotion Regulation', underlining certain passages on some pages that seemed important to her. Even though she had been out of school for a long time, she sometimes felt the urge to inform herself about certain things, especially when it concerned her protégés.
Min Yoongi watched them for a moment before returning to the folder with a smirk on his thin lips. The pictures showed parts of Taehyun's body covered in dark, red scars. Some of them had almost faded, but as they clicked through the photographs, they got worse and worse. Scratching his upper arms was a way for Taehyun to compensate for his nervousness and anger, and the young leader noticed it immediately. He knew it and knew what it felt like. As he ran his eyes over the red marks on the stranger's upper arms, it reminded him of himself. Of his addiction and not just of his former self, but of the image he had of himself. Straining, his heart pounding, he bit his lower lip, closed the photographs again and turned away with the swivel chair. He hadn't noticed the scars yesterday when he had seen him standing here. Clothes always concealed secrets, and he knew some of the young people here who hurt themselves, whether with their bare fingernails or with objects they got their hands on.
