[revising] psycho | yoonmin → BOOK 1

十一 | 室友 roommate。

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KIM NAMJOON

"You don't live with your brother?" Yoongi asked when he entered the room.

"Step brother actually. And no" Namjoon had sat down at the desk by the window. It was then did Yoongi realize the whole desk was covered in papers, and electronic systems.

"No way." He breathed, rushing over to his side,"Is that..."

"My every own music producing software, yes." Namjoon said proudly, taking the time to smirk and raise an eyebrow,"Does this interest you?"

"Hell yeah it does." Yoongi couldn't believe that someone else took interest in making music too, let only have that person here in a home for disturbed teens,"Um.. by the way, if you don't mind me asking but.."

Namjoon gave Yoongi a somewhat curious look,"Feel free to use this whenever you want, I don't mind."

Yoongi looked taken aback by his words, even shaking his head. As much as he wanted to produce more music, he couldn't just sit down and start making melodies, the atmosphere wasn't right and he still felt sick about being there.

"No.. I mean, why are you here?" Yoongi felt a little bad for wondering, even growing a bit disappointed when Namjoon soon hung his head low and let out sigh. Maybe he shouldn't start asking those types of questions on the first day, maybe he should give it some time before he starts questioning.

"Mian hae, I was just--"

"Nah, it's okay. It's just a... really long story." Namjoon sighed again,"Have you ever felt... different? I mean different as in.. not completely normal? Like your a whole other person and not... human?"

Yoongi didn't exactly understand, although he was pretty sure he knew where this was going. Should he tell Namjoon that he sees... dead people, and the fact that they chase him around the school? That's definitely not the definition of a normal human being.

Yoongi could only manage to quietly speak out a few words though,"You have no idea."

"I'm here because they think I'm mentally unstable." Namjoon suddenly said, his voice was stern, and low,"I think that I have a...." he paused for second, weighing his next words.

"I won't think less of you just so you know." Yoongi knew what it felt like to be called crazy, he didn't want to be put off because someone else thought he might say the same thing,"We're all mad you know you."

"A poltergeist." Namjoon said casually,"I think I have a poltergeist." He stood up from the chair and began walking around the room, he had shoved his hands into his gray jacket obviously either nervous or just anxious. Yoongi could tell he was about to go on a long rant about something and he was very interested by that point.

Namjoon didn't stop pacing the room, he was silent for about a minute before he finally took a deep breath and started his story.

"When I was younger, my parents had to pick me up early from school. It was arts and crafts day, and I had gotten angry at one of my classmates. Somehow I had managed to threw a pair of scissors across the room without even touching it." Namjoon paused again, looking a Yoongi,"I didn't even touch it. The kid had only put a hand on my shoulder and I threw a freaking pair of scissors at him. Since then no one came near me or ever spoke to me. When my mom remarried, Seokjin is now part of the family and that was when I truly had someone to talk to."