Mental Institute: BTS 101

"Jin, you are a mom?"

My heart beat in my throat. What to do? I stared at the boy in my arms as his face laid against my chest. And god, he was heavy.

I kneeled down and placed him on the ground. I honestly didn't know what to do. Do I need to call for help? How do I do that?

Giving him a last glance, I slowly stood up and knocked onto the door next to his.

The door with the plaque "Kim Seokjin" immediately opened and a handsome man looked over me and then down at me.

"You knocked?" He asked.

I nodded and pointed at the person next to me on the ground.

"He fainted, I don't know what to do?"

Seokjin smirked and walked out of his room. Putting both of his hands under the arms of the boy, he slowly lifted him up.

"Meet Jungkook. He is gynophobic, in other words, he has a fear for girls. Don't worry," he told me and then groaned at the end of his sentence when he dragged him into his room and lifted him up on his bed. "It happens all the time,"

I frowned and entered his room to stand next to him, both staring at Jungkook who was peacefully asleep.

"When will he wake up?" I asked. Seokjin raised an eyebrow and then looked at his watch on his wrist.
"He'll be conscious within a half hour. But then I'll have to ask you to leave, before something like this happens again,"

He smiled at me and for the first time, it was a genuine friendly smile.

I smiled too and nodded.

"I see,"

He turned towards his table and grabbed a chair. Rolling it towards me, he motioned me to sit.

"Would you like some food?" He asked while rumbling through his closet. It hit me just now that his room was fully decorated with pink and his wallpaper had tons of snacks or donuts drawn on it.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry," I responded. He stopped and looked at me strangely.

"You sure? Food is good. Food is heaven," he told me.

I shook my head again and he shrugged.
"Okay , more food for me," he said, and he put a piece of beef jerky between his teeth.

"What's your name?"

He went to sit across me with a bag of chips. He took a handful of it and put it right into his mouth, making me cringe. He could fit all that in one go? His eyes were wide and curiously looking at me.

"Choi Sarang," I've lost count of how many times I have said my name today.

"Sarang, as in love?" He asked me with his mouth full. I nodded and he chuckled.

"Daebak. It's so cute! My name is Seokjin, but you can call me Jin," he said, as he put another handful of chips in his mouth. From the way how he eats, it surprises me how he stays so skinny.

"I don't want to sound rude, but why are you admitted here?" He asked.

I fumbled with my fingers and looked at the ceiling.

"To cure my dreams,"

"You have bad dreams?" He raised an eyebrow and threw the empty bag into the bin. Turning around, he grabbed a sack full of donuts from behind him. Slowly, he started to munch on the first one.

I nodded. "Ever since I was born,"

"Ah, I see,"

"What's your reason?" I then asked.

He looked at me, and then pulled away the donut from his mouth with an awkward smile.

"You see this? They say I have an obsession with food," He told me. "I can't help but eat 24/7."

I simply nodded. "How long have you been staying here?"

He shrugged his shoulder. "I don't remember. I was the first one to arrive and these kids followed me soon after,"

"Kids?"

He laughed. "Right, I'm a mom,"

Mom?!

Seeing my expression, he slowly explained. "When Jungkook and the others first arrived here, they didn't have much friends. So in order to fight the loneliness, we became friends and called ourselves the Bangtan Boys," he told me, "And since I'm the oldest, I take care of them well like a mom. And since then, they have been calling me the mom of the group,"

I made a "oh" with my mouth and nodded.

"So the others here are the people next to your room?"

He nodded shortly and pushed the whole donut inside his mouth.

"Right. Have you spoken to one of them?" He asked.

I bit my lip. "I saw Park Jimin earlier and a boy with a skateboard when I first came in,"

"Ah, Jiminnie is like a ghost. You see him popping up from everywhere and making strange noises. I assume the guy with the skateboard must have been Taehyung,"

Taehyung. His name echoed through my mind as if I was trying to memorize it.

"I see, will I get to see the others too?" I asked him. He frowned shortly.

"You haven't eaten dinner here?" He asked me.

I shook my head. "By the time I have arrived here, it was almost 8 o'clock in the evening."

He nodded. "Sure, you'll see them tonight then,"

All of a sudden, Jungkook stirred in his sleep. Jin shot up from his seat and tugged onto my arm lightly.

"It's time you should leave," he told me with a smile, while guiding me to the door. He opened it for me and I nodded. Bowing once, I exited his room and turned around to look at him.

"See you at dinner," he waved.

I smiled and nodded. At that moment, I heard Jungkook's voice in his room.

"I like this smell. Jin, did you put on perfume?"

Jin flinched and closed the door, and I heard him hurriedly deny that it was perfume.

I smiled and turned on my heel to walk back to my room.