Psychotic Devil

Chapter Three

Two guys stood in the middle of the room staring at me. I walked into the room giving them a small smirk. One of the guys stared at me with a blank expression, while the other gave me a curious look. "Who are you," asked the first guy. I went to the empty bed and felt for comfort, unfortunately the mattress felt hard as a rock. "I'm Namjoon." I sat down and looked at the two guys. The guy with the light orange hair spoke up. "I'm Hoseok and he's Taehyung." I nodded my head and leaned back on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling. "Don't mind me too much. I'm a pretty quiet guy." I heard shuffling and Taehyung's head popped into my view. His dark brown hair hung over his forehead as he looked at me curiously. "What are you in for?" I smirked, "I'm in here on a court order. I'm a sociopath." Taehyung nodded his head and disappeared from my sight. I turned my head and watched Hoseok and Taehyung sit on their beds staring at each other. "What about you guys?" Hoseok looked over and made a split second eye contact with me before looking away. Taehyung seemed to be deep in thought. "I'm here for PTSD." I rose my eyebrows at Taehyung. PTSD? I thought it was only diagnosed to soldiers of war. I looked over at Hoseok and watched him for a minute. "I'm here for my paranoid schizophrenia and my bipolar disorder." He looked at me and I gave him a sly smile. "That seems pretty bad. I'm shocked you're not dead yet." He glared at me. I rolled onto my side and faced the wall. I could hear the guys shifting in their beds and settling down for the night. After a while, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

----Next Day----

I woke up to the feeling of someone shaking me. I groaned as I opened my eyes to the bright white lights in the room. "Hyung. Get up. They are starting rounds soon." I sat up and scratched the back of my head. I yawned and as I stood up and followed Taehyung out of the room and into the hallway. Patients lined themselves along the walls. Hoseok was already standing outside leaning against the wall. I stood next to Taehyung. Across the hall stood three guys. One had snow-white hair. He looked tired and pissed off. Next to him was a young kid with black hair who was fidgeting with his hands. The last guy was rather short with red hair that framed his face. He wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. "ROOM CHECKS." Two orderly's walked down the hall entering each of the rooms. They got down to the room of the guys across the hall. One went into the room while the other stayed out in the hall. "Are we going to find anything boys?" The short one with glasses gave the orderly a small smile and shook his head, "No sir." I leaned over and whispered to Taehyung, "Who are those guys?" Taehyung shifted a little before responding, "The short one's Jimin. Jungkook is the youngest one, and Yoongi is the one who looks pissed off." I nodded my head as I watched the first orderly give the all clear and came to our room to search it. After searching our room, the two orderly's moved on down the hall. I took notice of the deep breath Jungkook blew out of his mouth. "Everyone is free to go to breakfast." All the patients started walking to the cafeteria. I shoved my hands in my pockets and slowly followed behind the crowd.

(A/N: Pictures Below are what each member looks like in the story!)