Insanity x Suga {BTS}

Chapter 이 Two

"Park Hyeon." The loud intercom sounded again.

"Hello, Hyeon." The same guy who talked to Yoongi before greeted.

"Hi." Park Hyeon was much more talkative that other patients. Let's just say she's a real big people person. In fact, too much of a people person. That's what got her in this mess.

"How are you today?"

"Let's see: still stuck in confinement, eating nothing but brick bread, didn't go outside for three years. I'm doing very well. Thanks for asking." She said with attitude.

"Okay, well. First on our list: can you tell me why you're here?" Here comes the fire.

"Do you know what my name means, doc?"

"I asked you a question."

"So did I."

"No, I don't know what it means." He finally gave in, knowing she probably wouldn't answer his question unless she got what she wanted.

"It means person of virtue. I can say i'm the same; except with different morals. My morals are just like yours. To help people. I know why I'm here. It's because my way of helping people isn't what you guys call 'help'. I was thrown in hear because I relieved people of a life worth of pain and strife. What's so bad about that?"

"Ms. Park, is that what you would call help?"

"Yes."

"You killed people." He started, staring deeply into her eyes, which were pitch black. "Do you understand? You ended their lives. You put a permanent solution to a temporary problem."

"No, that's not what I did!" She yelled. After her mini burst, she smiled. "I remember this little girl from when I was young. She was my age at that time: six years old. She'd always meet me at the park at the same time. She'd be stumbling to the park with bruises and scratches on her body. Her father was abusing her at home. Her mother joined in. There was no chance that she'd get out of there."

"And..." The therapist said, urging her to continue.

"She asked for help. So I gave it to her. I glided that knife into her stomach like there was no tomorrow. I watched her slowly die in front of me. But you know what? She couldn't feel that pain anymore. Actually, she couldn't feel anything. She was dead."

"Did you feel anything after that experience?"

"Yes. I felt happiness, knowing that I relieved someone of their pain." She laughed.

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Park Hyeon was dragged back to her cell, which was next to Min Yoongi.

"How did it go?" He laughed, sticking his hands through the bars. The format of the asylum was much similar to prison. Rock beds, metal toilets, and moldy floors. Not only did the physical characteristics exactly match a jail cell, but the concept or purpose also did too. The patients were each separated into increments of two cells. Each two, there would be a metal wall separating the other pair. Up to both of their advantages, Yoongi and Hyeon were paired up with each other.

"Great. You?"

"Didn't talk very much. Got escorted out because I was showing signs of 'inappropriate behavior'."

"For a therapist, he sure has some issues. I told him about the story where I killed that little girl, he looked scared out of his mind."

"Ah, seven years later you're in here. Look where that got you?"

"But we're here. We're together, right?"

"Right."