Play with me (Jikook/Kookmin)

6

Jimin Pov

The the caregiver who brought my food to my room was tall and muscular, just my type, and I smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back hesitantly and out of the corner of my eye I saw him checking me out from head to toe. A few more days and I'd start flirting and if I made him think I was safe for him because I was so small and skinny and cute, if he thought he could fuck me without consequences, I'd kill him. They always underestimated me and that was their fatal mistake. All the tranquilizers they gave me, I swallowed them down, but one finger down the throat when they were out of the room and they were out again. After that I always lay down and slept, they thought I slept because of the drugs, but I always slept a lot and well, no big deal I had to fake it. I was quiet and friendly, slept a lot and behaved inconspicuously. My doctor said I was too friendly to be real. I wasn't. Inside I grinned when I imagined how I strangled and then disemboweled everyone I met here, how I smeared their blood everywhere, how red my hands were afterwards... I could almost taste the iron when I imagined licking my fingers afterwards. I would make them all pay and I would start with the new keeper.

"Park, you have a visitor!" Another nurse called out, taking my tablet before ushering someone into my room. Oh... he was so interesting. Tall, broad with dimples... had to be a doctor, other visitors weren't allowed in my room and had to meet me in the guarded visitors' room.

"Hello Jimin, my name is Dr. Kim Namjoon. Your fiancé has asked for my help with your case and I would like to examine you and, if you agree, operate on you," he introduced himself in a friendly manner. He didn't seem to look at me with disgust or fear, instead I saw curiosity and hope in his eyes.

"Hello, Dr. Kim. How are you going to help me? Until now, everyone thought I was untreatable." I asked with interest, I was bored and every conversation was a welcome change.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself a little more clearly. I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm a brain surgeon and researcher. I'm currently developing a new technique to improve blood flow to the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex through a new and risky operation, which triggers stimuli that they obviously lack. You would then be able to feel fear, guilt, remorse and compassion with a 60% success rate and would thus be released as cured... after psychotherapy, of course, since you don't know these feelings and would first have to learn to cope with them. I'm not going to lie, the chances of survival are 50/50... I would have to have you transferred to my hospital so I could examine you and prepare you, if you agree. It could start as early as next week," he explained and my mood lifted immediately. I definitely wouldn't let him touch my brain, but the transfer to his hospital offered a chance to escape. The caretaker was lucky again, I couldn't risk such a small murder preventing my escape... there were thousands of his kind running around outside, just waiting for me.

"Sure, Dr. Kim, I'll do anything to get out of here." I smiled confidently. That wasn't even a lie...