Prisoner~Minsung

10

Speak of said man, Minho was currently in a mental institution.

It was the home kind and not the hospital kind, which made it feel less scary.

"Minho, it's time to paint." One of the specialists, Kiyoung, said.

Minho nodded and followed them, ending up in some nature themed room.

"Can you tell me what you're feeling right now?" Kiyoung asked.

Minho started to paint, ignoring her instructions.

He drew Jisung's familiar face. Painting non stop.

Kiyoung curiously looked at it.

"Wow, you can paint really good. Who is this boy?" Kiyoung asked.

"The love of my life." Minho mumbled.

(Why so corny)

"Do you want to call him and have him as a visitor?" Kiyoung curiously asked.

"No." Minho mumbled.

"And why don't you want to see him Minho?" Kiyoung asked.

"He doesn't love me anymore."

"Why do you think that?"

"I abused him. I crossed his boundaries." Minho mumbled tears rolling down his cheeks.

"It's okay Minho, crying is good for you. Can you tell me why you did those actions to him?"

"I don't know. I wanted him all for myself." Minho mumbled.

"Now you see, that's possesiveness. And since you've not been very stable the last 2 years it made you do things you didn't mean."

"I guess that's true." Minho sighed.

"This is why you need to recover, Minho. And if he rejects you then you need to accept it." Kiyoung explained.

"How will I be able to think like that?" Minho asked.

"This is why you're here. We'll teach you different coping methods and help you and make sure it won't ever happen again."

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Jisung huffed as he played with his food. He didn't have an appetite nor the energy to eat.

"Jisung. You need to eat something! It's been a day already." Felix whined.

"I'm not hungry." The boy mumbled.

"Do you have an eating disorder?" Seungmin carefully asked.

"No. I'm just... Not motivated. At all." Jisung sighed.

Felix grabbed the boy's fork and tried to forcefully feed him.

"Stop it!" Jisung yelled.

Just then his name was called.

It was Jeongin, telling him to come over.

Jisung got out of his seat and walked towards the older.

Jeongin pulled him aside in the hallway.

"I've noticed you haven't been eating well." Jeongin pointed out.

Jisung looked down, playing with his hands.

"What is it? Do you think you're fat, depression, ocd, bipolar? What's going on with you?" Jeongin asked.

The boy just shrugged in reply.

"Jisung... Tell me. It's okay." Jeongin cooed.

"I told you nothing's wrong!" Jisung said in a loud matter.

"Ji-"

"Nothing's wrong!" Jisung yelled before groaning loudly, storming off to the toilets.

Jeongin followed after him.

"I told you nothing was- wrong." Jisung mumbled before running to the nearest bathroom stall and throwing up.

But that wasn't the reason he was shocked.

It was because he didn't throw up just normal things.

It was blood.

"Shh, it's okay." Jeongin cooed, still not looking at whatever the hell Jisung just spit out.

"It's going to be okay. I'm here." Jeongin cooed when Jisung threw up some more.

Then he saw that it was blood.

He got out his walkie talkie.

"Code blue, we need to get someone to the hospital quickly. The inmate threw up blood." He said into it.

Jisung weakly rested his head on the toilet seat.

Jeongin gently held his hair back with one hand and rubbed Jisung's back with the other.

People suddenly came into the room and put Jisung on a carrier.

Jeongin went with him in the ambulance.

"It's okay." He comforted the boy.

"I'm sleepy." Jisung whined.

"Don't fall asleep, Jisung. It could be dangerous."

"Okay..." Jisung sighed looking at his surroundings before groaning again.