WHEN THEY CRY.

☤ten

jimin closed his eyes, letting the man on top of him pepper him with kisses. he didn't respond to the lips gliding all across his face and neck. he just laid there waiting for it to be over.

he could feel bruises forming underneath jungkook's hold on his sides, only adding on to the artwork he had created.

"he's coming." the deep voice breathed out, cold air from his mouth fanning against jimin's clavicle. "looks like you're finally getting out of here."

a look of sadness crossed the small male's face as he thought about being forced back into his cell and left alone for who knows how long before they released him from the mental hospital.

a hand pulled the boy's chin up, the rest of his fingers resting against his sharp jawline. "don't be so sad, jimin. you put yourself in here when you tried to leave me the first time."

the blond's brown eyes stared up above him where he was guessing jungkook was. he reached out his hand to run it through his soft brown hair. "i just want to go home."

"then pretend to be okay."

"what?"

"if you stop acting so crazy they'll release you."

jimin frowned, withdrawing his arm away. "but you're the one who keeps doing all of this."

a sinister chuckle escaped jungkook's lips as he simply laughed at the kid underneath his large body.

"that's not how they see it."

the blond was about to come back at the statement, but the sound of something outside being unlocked made him stop in his tracks. suddenly the feeling of the other boy's body holding him down went away, letting him sit up and quickly pull down his shirt. this was it. it had finally been eighteen hours.

as the door was creaked open, a ray of light from the lit up hallway shined in. it was pretty dim, but to jimin, just seeing even that small amount was enough for him to want to cry. he could finally see again.

"mr park, please step up to the door." an unfamiliar voice called out, obviously belonging to a guard.

the petite boy pushed himself up to his feet, almost falling face first since he hadn't stood up at all during his time in the confinement room. his legs were aching and his front chest area was on fire, yet still, jimin kept walking. he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

as the man outside saw the figure approaching, he motioned for the guards to fully open the door up to let him out. there at the entrance stood the very male he had locked up for almost a full day prior.

as the young boy stepped out into the lit up hallway, namjoon's face fell sympathetically. jimin's blonde hair was a mess resting against his forehead in every single direction possible, died tears were clearly encrusted on his puffy red tinted cheeks as if he hadn't spent a moment of the eighteen hours not crying. his entire body was shaking.

"jimin, we need to go over something together in my office." the psychiatrist spoke, eyes still examining the boy.

the nineteen year old opened his mouth to say something snarky, but remembered what jungkook had said. if he acted good and pretended to be fine, he'd get released faster.

the blonde swallowed some saliva in his mouth to moisten his extremely dry throat so he could properly be able to speak. "alright. do you think i could shower and eat first though?"

namjoon paused at his cooperation. right before he had entered the confinement room jimin had told him that he hated him, and now that he was leaving it he wasn't putting up a fight anymore?

"yeah, i'll send in some nurses to your room." the male with peach colored hair spoke slowly, watching jimin simply nod before getting led away by the guards.

kim namjoon watched the way he limped away— the way he visibly scrunched up his face as if he was pained by the way the fabric of his hospital top pressed against his skin as he walked. he almost wanted to tell them to stop so he could see if anything was wrong.

but he didn't.