"It's fine to talk about our problems, we're all friends here."
Eunjung wanted to believe that.
She was one of the most worried out of the few, but she didn't show it. She never showed weakness, so neither would she. Plus, she knew she wasn't crazy. She'll get out of this mess with the other girls, and that was part of the plan.
But the longer she stayed in the center her mindset started to change, it actually wasn't very bad after all, and the people in her group therapy session looked perfectly normal too.
"Psst- don't drink the water they serve here, it's poison!"
"They're brainwashing us, can't you see it? The aliens! They're coming!"
Or so she thought.
Maybe she really was crazy.
Eungjung hugged herself tightly and shivered. She had visited the new doctor earlier and he gave her a prescription to get from the pharmacy to get some medication. Her cold was getting considerably worse since the first day she got there.
'Germs everywhere.'
She sniffed and wished she had some hand sanitizer. Being a low key OCD was a hard thing.
Just as one patient took their seat there was a knock on the door and the sound of a trolley being pushed was heard going down the hallway.
A nurse slid the door open and let a young male that was pushing the trolley with some boxes of juice and packaged breads go in the room.
"Tea break." The nurse called out and the other patients in the room stood up and lined to get their snack.
Eunjung waited till the crowd died down then stood up to get in line. It didn't take her long to notice this lunch lady- or lunch guy was alot different from the others.
"Here you go, I hope you have a nice day." The male gave everyone a warm smile as he passed them the juice and bread.
Eunjung could tell that he meant it too.
When Eunjung reached the front of the line it seemed as the male's eyes lit up considerably. He handed her the food and grinned, "Hey we have the same hair colour!"
She was considerably shocked by the sudden comment and felt her cheeks heat up.
"Oh. Yeah, we do." Eunjung mumbled, unsure what to make of this. Meeting another person with pink hair in a place like this was a rarity in itself.
"Though honestly," He gave a sheepish grin, "Pink suits you better than me."
A small smile found itself on her lips, "Thanks. It's my favourite colour."
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i love luda and this slot very much. felicitae i chose both your backups, and cause of that some things had to be changed. sorry if i butchered her character! i had alot of fun writing this though :-) i'm living for jimin with pink hair honestly
