Amorous Asylum ★ KTH [M]

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Sitting quietly in the group therapy room, you observe everyone chitchatting with their friends and roommates. You don't utter a word, almost giving everyone the cold shoulder. 

Lily had chattered your ear off the entire morning, certainly not waiting long enough to realize you weren't paying attention. Mal won't look you in the eyes as she sits across the room. Amused, you giggle as you remember her little secret sexcapade she tries so hard to hide. 

Beside you, Jungkook peeks at you from the corner of his eye, a flash of worry across his face when he recalls the conversation you had last night. 

Jimin continually flickers between you and Lily, growing confused as to why Lily hasn't come by for a hookup in so long. He's grown used to her attention that without it, he doesn't know what to do. 

Taehyung shuffles in on time for the session, and he takes his usual spot across from you. He hasn't had any outbursts ever since the one night, which struck you and everybody else as odd. 

He's the new topic of discussion throughout the facility, which has also snatched more female attention. Yet, he proceeds to ogle only you. He doesn't seem too happy, more so confused and suspicious. He doesn't know how to tell you that he's been hearing you yell in your sleep.

Last night, you had awoken in Lily's bed once again and immediately felt suffocated. You ended up switching back over to yours, much to her dismay once she woke up, but you still didn't get a lick of sleep. 

There's no doubt that your mother's visit caused painful memories and guilt to come dashing back. 

"Y/N, you haven't spoken yet. Why don't you explain how you've been doing?" Dr. Seokjin invites you into the circle. 

The warmth of everyone's gaze upon your face makes your skin crawl. You haven't been listening to a single word anyone has shared, nor do you care. 

"Pass," you mutter. 

The boys, Mal, and Lily all look concerned. You usually never pass a chance to say something silly or sarcastic. 

Dr. Seokjin eyes his clipboard in dismay before jotting you down as a non-participant for the day. 

However, you don't care in the slightest. You have seven-and-a-half months left until you're released. You don't care what you'll be named. 

"Well, that was the end of our session. You guys know the drill," the doctor declares before he arranges his clipboard into his bag with the rest of his files. 

Before he officially leaves, he beckons you. Rolling your eyes, you make your way to his chair. 

"What's going on with you, Y/N? Is there something you need to discuss with me?" he queries, his hands clasped.