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It was snowing as Jimin was walking down the slender gravel path. He kept his head lowered, staring at his feet which were scrunching in the snow with every step.
He liked walking, he really did. Everyday after lunch, he was outside walking around on the campus.
His stomach was growling. He hadn't eaten much today. There was fish for lunch. Jimin never really liked to eat dead animals so he just had some rice with vegetables.
Lost in thought, he was passing by snowbound trees and shrubs. Voices caught his attention so he looked up, noticing a nurse carrying a bag. She was followed by another woman with high-heeled boots and a big fur coat that kept her warm. How much Jimin hoped it was fake fur.
"Jungkookie, come on. You're not going to stay here forever.", she said a little annoyed and turned around.
There was a boy standing right behind her with his hood pulled down in his face and his hands burrowed in his kangaroo pocket. His eyes were plastered on the ground.
He looked a bit scared, Jimin thought.
But who wasn't. He was going to spend the next few months in a clinic for mental disordered teenagers and young adults. A clinic for the mavericks, the weird ones, the crazies.
They say, you'll stay there for two or three weeks, four weeks maximum, but in the end, they let you in for half a year.
Jimin was now a patient since one year and a half. But it didn't bother him. He liked it there. People actually cared about him and he felt safe. He liked the feeling of being far away from reality. Like, here, he had to worry about nothing.
"Jungkook, don't be stupid." The woman was getting impatient as she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her towards the entrance. She gave Jimin a quick look, that formally said "What are you looking at?" as she passed by him, pulling her son after her.
Jimin also didn't stay unnoticed by the young boy in his big, black hoodie. He looked at him but he looked for more than just a split of second just like his mother did. He was staring into Jimins eyes like he was from another planet. Jimin didn't know what to do so he just shrugged it off and decided to head back to the clinic.
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"Here are your antidepressants for today, Jiminie.", Hoseok said as he handed him the small little pills and smiled warmly.
"Take them, okay? Don't throw them away like you did last time." Jimin just nodded. He hated his antidepressants. He'd never take them voluntarily.
But he had to, since Doctor Kim told him to. There was no way around.
"Who's that kid?", Jimin asked all of a sudden and placed the pill on his tongue. "The newbie?"
Jimin nodded again.
"Go ask him yourself, Jimin. Maybe you'll become friends with him. He's a really nice boy.", Hoseok explained and reached out for the cup of water Jimin used to gulp down his antidepressants.
"Yes. You're right." Jimin jumped off his bed. "Don't scare the fuck outta him.", Hoseok screamed after the younger who was already heading down the hallway towards the bedroom of the new boy.
He didn't even knock, he just opened the door and came in.
The new kid was sitting on his bed with his hands burrowed in his lap. Dried tears were visibly painting his reddened cheeks. His gaze laid on the floor. His gaze looked empty anyway.
"Hi.", Jimin said and smiled at him. He looked up, but didn't answer. Jimin sighed inaudible.
"I'm Park Jimin. And since you're new here I want to get to know you."
"My name is Jeon Jungkook.", he said with a rough voice. Jimin knew he must had a really clear voice since it was already beautiful when he sounded so rough and dry. He just cried.
Jungkook was staring at his folded hands as Jimin nodded.
"Uh-huh."
"Why are you here?", he asked and sat down next to Jungkook on his bed. Jungkook hesitated for a while before he finally opened his mouth to reply.
"I have like... two personalities."
"Wow, that's cool." As these words were leaving Jimin's lips, Jungkook immediately looked at him. Jimin couldn't help but laugh.
"And you? Why are you here?"
Jimin went from amused to dead serious in just a split of seconds.
"I tried to kill myself." He gestured a pistol with his small fingers and laid it against his temple. "Boom!", he said calmly and pulled the trigger.
"Five times."
Jungkook didn't know what to say. Jimin seemed to be so smooth like all of this was easy for him.
Another reason for not answering was, Jungkook was shy. Just like everybody else on their first day.
"So you're sharing the room with the Schizo, huh?", Jimin smirked in amusement.
Jungkook just cocked an eyebrow out of confusion.
"Well, we call him Schizo. His real name is Kim Jisung, he only talks with himself and stuff. He's missing like three times a week. Minimum. Every single time the nurses find him outside the campus at the grocery store across the street. Nobody knows how he gets there. And nobody has ever seen him breaking out."
"Crazy.", Jimin whispered into Jungkooks ears and stood up. "Uhm, in case you want to hang out with me sometime, to play Uno maybe, my room is the first this corridor, number 30."
Jungkook just nodded. He already made a friend on his very first day. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as he thought.
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