The Perfect Crime || BoyxBoy

Patient 0751 : Kim Jongin

Do Kyungsoo walked through the empty corridor with a yellow file in hand that bore the label 'Patient 0751', his footsteps echoing eerily off the white walls. The mental institute he got called to recently to help with the treatment of a new patient was boring. It was like a labyrinth of just white tiles everywhere he looked and misery clung to the walls that carried the constant shouts and screams of some of the patients. Luckily for him, he had been at the institute once before when he had been assigned to another patient.

Kyungsoo is a successful twenty-four year old Psychiatrist. It's not that he's had much of experience in the field, but he was naturally good at what he does; not in the entire city, but more or less like at the institute although there were much better ones as well, and his ability was a talent which he planned to unleash to the fullest potential. He knew he was good at dealing with mentally affected people, and he wanted to help them become better.

It's ironic, though, how he manages to help others cope with their emotions and feelings whereas he is devoid of all of those. It's not like he is a person with a cold, dead heart, or that he doesn't smile or laugh, or that he has a big head (okay, may be a little), it's just that most of the time his facial expression seems to show shock; nothing more and nothing less. He tried explaining that he has big doe eyes, but he got tired of explaining that over and over again so he started to say 'life is full of surprises'. But he had laughed and smiled and felt other emotions as well at some point in his life.

Now he just wore a stoic expression as he walked through the empty corridor and went through a big door to the hospital cafeteria. He quickly walked over to the cashier and ordered a coffee and paid the boy behind the counter.

Placing the yellow file on top of the counter, he grazed his fingertips over it carefully, wondering what the hell was inside for the hospital to specifically demand for him.

You must be very interesting, Kyungsoo unconsciously thought, and smiled to himself; he did love a challenge now and then.

The boy handed him his coffee and Kyungsoo gave a polite nod before seating himself at an empty table in the almost empty cafeteria and placing the file directly in front of him, unopened.

People were like toys, and the type he dealt with were broken, but nevertheless mendable. They just had to meet the right person to show them which path to take, and Kyungsoo did just that.

Everything begins and end with the human mind. The human mind is a powerful weapon filled with an infinite galaxy of ideas, possibilities and never ending imagination. When using a weapon, man must take care because it would either help them or destroy them, and the human mind is capable of doing both to the user. A single thought born in the mind is could result in a life changing moment, and it could be good or bad.

The human mind is a wonderful servant but a tyrannical master, thought Kyungsoo, and everyone who he dealt with was unknowingly a slave of their own thoughts. It is very much easier to be left in the dark than in the light; it is very much easier to follow the dark than the light.

Kyungsoo dug into his pocket for his glasses and put them on. Pushing them up the bridge of his nose, his ran his fingers along the edge of the file and before finally opening it. There was a picture of a boy - may be in his late teens – at the top of the sheet.

So, you're the little troublemaker?

The boy had brown hair that fell over in bangs, casting shadows over his eyes. Brown, beautiful eyes which looked like they had seen too much bore into Kyungsoo, but above all that, it was the smirk that the boy was wearing which unsettled Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo would be lying if he said that he had never felt at least a fleeting sense of doubt when assigned to a new patient, because he did; every single time, but the boy's smirk had icy fingers dancing up his spine.