Be With Me >Vkook<

A Visitor

The 7:30 alarm went off and Jungkook ignored it, as usual. It was just a merger of time until the people in white would come in and rip the covers off his body.

When they barged into his room, Jungkook sighed and reluctantly sat up.

"We have a surprise for you today," one lady said as she set a new change of clothes on Jungkooks bed.

His mouth was opened and pills of all kinds were swallowed and his mind went fuzzy. White blobs moved around the white room as white sheets were replaced on a white mattress. White was all jungkook saw. That goddamned color white.

He dressed himself while intoxicated and was led to breakfast where he stuffed food down his throat. At one point, he swallowed a piece of pancake that was too big, he was suddenly unable to take in air. Unknowingly, he caused a scene, accidentally knocking over the chair he was sitting in and falling on the floor.

The whole cafeteria of young children were terrified, having never seen Jungkook do anything more than sit and eat calmly or play the piano.

The people in white rushed over to Jungkook, but all he saw was a blur as he felt his body go limp and the white faded to black.

-

"Are you sure you want to see him?" The lady asked the brunette male. He replied with a confident nod and a smile.

"He's my age, so I think it will be interesting to see a patient who's so much older."

The lady looked at him with worried eyes but reluctantly signed a paper.

"Alright Mr. Kim. You can go in, but no ones promising that you're going to get a word out of him."

He nodded again.

"Thank you."

The doors to the room opened and the boy was met with a large room with soft walls. The kind you see in the movies about psychopaths. But when he found the resident of the room, resting soundly in the bed in the corner of the room, he thought, how could this boy be a psychopath?

Afraid of waking the sleeping boy, he sat on a little sofa and waited for him to wake up. He doodled on his notebook while he waited.

-

Jungkook was back in his bed. His eyes fluttered open to be surrounded by the more or less comforting plush walls. He sat up and looked around, spotting someone sitting on the small couch on the opposite end of the room. But to his surprise, it wasn't any of his regular teachers. Was he starting a new class today?

The man looked over at him and smiled. Jungkooks eyes widened. When the stranger stood up, he was dressed in something showed absolutely none of that goddamned color white.

The person sat on the edge of his bed. He had a notebook and a pencil with him. Jungkook stared at him, waiting for him to reach out his hand and open it to show some type of medicine that Jungkook would have to take. But the only thing this person did was speak.

"My name's Taehyung," he said with a box shaped smile.

Jungkook stayed silent. His heart was beating hard. He can't remember having this much color in front of him. Taehyung wore a black t-shirt with tight, ripped blue jeans, and his hair was brown with bits of green mixed into his bangs. Was it possible to have green hair?

"I've heard that you're a man of few words," Taehyung continued, "so I'll just tell you about me. Maybe that will make you a bit more comfortable."