『 mr. j 』+ yoonkook

two

One week has passed and it's the day Min Yoongi would arrive in the asylum.

Jungkook was not able to sleep last night as he was deliberately asking himself why this person had to be special. Sure, his past was horrible but that doesn't mean his different.

Then he realized, as a psychiatrist, before assuming things, you must observe the patient first.

Jungkook was waiting in his seat when noises were heard.

Strange maniacal laughs.

Jungkook had extreme goosebumps. It was the most terrifying laugh that he heard. Although, he was a psychiatrist and was used to hear bad things that more than a man could hear, Min Yoongi's laugh was sickening. He nearly threw up.

He could see from his transparent door on how five nurses was struggling to calm Min Yoongi down. He was in a straight jacket moving quite harshly on the wheel chair, muttering incoherent words that made Jungkook feel scared. Almost.

"Do you want to play?~" Yoongi's high-pitched voice echoed through the hallways and it also reached through Jungkook's office.

Unconsciously, Jungkook slowly snapped his pencil into two.

"Oww-shit." His hand was bleeding. When he looked at it, the sharp side of the pencil dug into his hand. He slowly took it out and winced.

"Geez, Jungkook, you're a psychiatrist. Calm your tits down."

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