You know when you have an awesomely creative idea for a fanfic then start to write it, take too long to actually finish the first chapter, and start having second thoughts about it? Yeah, that's me with this. So instead of making this the first chapter, it'll be the prologue. I hope y'all enjoy this.
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The new guy, Kim Mingyu, was starting his first day of working in a mental hospital. The job was simple—bring the patients breakfast, make sure they don't go crazy, give them their meds, and put them to sleep. Pretty straightforward.
But Mingyu thought that if he was a patient and that's all he did, he would go more insane. He decided he would try and talk to the patients. He was told stories about the patients, he was told talking and bonding with them is dangerous, and that they would try to kill him. He didn't believe that one bit. He was the only one that didn't look at them as animals.
He walked into the "break room", the only place the patients get only a little bit of freedom. There were books, a TV that only played Oprah, The View, and Christian channels, board games, and other things. Mingyu couldn't believe it, they're treating them like elementary students!
But he couldn't help but notice someone playing checkers by himself. He was pale, in all white, but his eyes and hair were very dark. Kind of intimidating, kind of elegant, Mingyu thought.
He looked at clipboard of the patients that were allowed in this break room. He finds his name. Jeon Wonwoo. It says he was put inside for unknown reasons, and that he had anger problems.
He smiled and walked over to him, pointing at the seat across of him. "Can I sit here...?" After getting only a growl, he bit his lip. "What's your name...?"
"Sit if you're gonna ask questions," Wonwoo said aggressively. Mingyu took that as the sign to sit down.
"So now you want me to sit? What made you reconsider?" Mingyu said smugly, yet nervously. He was afraid of being playful. But that couldn't stop him from being optimistic.
"...Do you wanna fight?"
"No, no!"
"Stupid."
Mingyu glanced at the clipboard with his information. It said that Wonwoo was twenty, making him older than Mingyu. "I'm sorry, hyung."
Wonwoo furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm older?" Mingyu nodded. "Well...I'm the hyung. I'll tell you what to do. Get me out of here," Wonwoo spat, glaring at Mingyu.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Mingyu seemed calm and collected, but he was actually shaking in his boots.
One thing Mingyu didn't notice, is that he was already entranced by Wonwoo. He looked very unapproachable, yet, so elegant. He couldn't help but stare, not even noticing himself doing it. But Wonwoo noticed.
"...Can you try?"
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THIS WAS AWFUL...so, mental hospital patient who's not actually mental, and just a very caring guy who was looking for a job. Sound like a good idea or no? Because I don't know whether to actually continue this or not.
