Mental Institute: BTS 101

"Noona, you will come back right?"

"Wasn't there only interrogations once a week?" I asked them.

They both shook their heads and one of them signed with his fingers.

"You're different. Follow us,"

I frowned and looked at Jungkook who had fear written on his face. He didn't forget the last interrogation he had. Poor boy, it scared him so much.

"What are you going to do? Torture me again?" I crossed my arms and didn't move.

The man in white sighed and turned to look at the other behind him. They muttered something I couldn't hear and then stepped aside to reveal a more scary person. Behind them was that old creepy man who didn't let me leave with my mom and also the one who told me to get lost.

A shiver ran down my spine when I saw him smirking.

"You either go with us voluntarily or let us drag you into the interrogation room. Your choice," he told me. I gaped at him and couldn't believe he was threatening me.

"No, this is wrong." I told them but they didn't appreciate my answer.
The smile fell from his face and he frowned.

"Aren't you glad that you get more treatments? More chances to recover quickly?" He told me.

I shook my head and looked at Jungkook.

"You see him? Whenever you are around he's scared. I've seen how you treated him. No, how you tortured him."

"Oh, little girl. That's how he will recover. Look at him now. He's showing progress or he wouldn't be talking to you right now,"

Jungkook gulped and stepped back. He didn't want to mess with the guy, but I was too furious and shocked at how sadistic this man could be.

"It's fear. He might recover from his phobia, but he will soon develop another fear for you," I scoffed.

The man let out a low breath and smacked his lips.

"Fine, then Jungkook will go in your place. Come here, Jungkook!" He motioned the men dressed in white to grab him. Jungkook froze and I spread out my arms to block them.

"NO- Leave him alone!" I shouted.

"Oh sweetie, you need to choose. Him or yourself?" He smirked. It annoyed me how much he had us in his control.

Of course I wouldn't let them touch Jungkook, but in return, I didn't want to give in so easily. Sighing, I lowered my head.

"Fine. I'll go, but promise me that Jungkook won't get an interrogation anymore. I'll go to his sessions, instead." I said, trying to get things fairly.

The man raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"You're messed up. Not even wanting your friend to recover from his phobia." He sucked breath between his teeth and shook his head with dissaproving sounds.

"Okay. Deal." He then said with a laugh.

A strange and scary feeling overwhelmed me. I wasn't sure if I did the right thing to protect Jungkook.

Seeing my fear, the man snickered. "Your expression is really something. I'm not quite sure what the boys told you, but I can assure you that they are a bunch fat liars."

"We're not!" Jungkook protested but soon looked down when his gaze accidently met his eyes.

Turning myself around, I looked at Jungkook.

"I'll be fine. I'm back before you know it," I assured him. He frowned and blinked his eyes.

Stretching out his hand, he carefully tugged onto my sleeve with clear signs of his struggling with his phobia. Biting his lip, he forced himself to make eye-contact with me.

"Noona, y-you'll come back right?" He asked me, scared.

I gave him a smile and nodded.

"I'll be back,"

He let go of my sleeve and stared sadly at the ground. He looked so sad and depressed that it made me want to hug him.

And surprisingly, I received a hug from him.

Clutching himself tightly against me, his breath stroke my neck and blew away a few strands of hair.

"Promise me that you won't disappear like Naeun. Don't be like her." He muttered and I shivered.

Him telling those words broke my heart. He felt so fragile.

Returning the hug, I carefully placed my hand on his back and pulled him closer.

"I'll be fine,"

Eyeing the man, I sat at the white table in a white room. The man dressed in white stroke his beard as we both waited for the other person to come. I wasn't sure what they were planning, so I was slightly nervous and stressed.

"Did you use the phone well?" He asked me.

I didn't say anything and just stared at him.

"Because according to this paper, you called with patient 3 and patient 10." He read.

I frowned and looked at the paper that was on the table.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh.
"If you mention things like that, I won't know what you are talking about."

He laughed. "Nice try, I won't give you the names."

Damn. I wish he could be less witty.

"Then I have no idea what you are talking about," I simply responded.

He snorted and turned towards the glass window.
At that moment, another person entered the room and sat down in front of me. It was the same lady from my interrogation. She gave me a smile, but I just scoffed.

"Let's see what we have here," she muttered from under her breath.
Flipping through her pages, she stopped midway and pointed at it with her fingers as a smirk played on her lips.

"Interesting. Things has gone according to our plan." She told me. I frowned. Someone then went to stand behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

Flinching from the sudden touch, I stood up and looked at him with caution.

But when my eyes saw his face, I gasped.

"You carried out the plan well, Sarang. I'm proud," he told me.

My mind went blank when I couldn't understand anything. My heart rate increased and I felt torn and horrified.

"Dad?"