WHEN THEY CRY.

☤twelve

after he had finished up showering, jimin dried himself the best he could with the fluffy white towel and allowed the still running water to soak out all of the blood it had gathered from wiping off his chest. luckily, the shower didn't leave even the smallest hint of red for anyone to be suspicious about anything, and he managed to get dressed into new clothing before the twenty minutes was up.

jimin ran a hand through his blond locks, stepping aside once he slid the door open so the black haired nurse could go collect his dirty outfit and inspect the small bathroom for anything that may insinuate something not okay had happened or he had done while she wasn't in there to make sure. once she was satisfied she bid him goodbye, calling for the guards waiting outside of jimin's cell to let her out and let in another much older woman who was wheeling a chart with her that held a plate of food and some water.

the older woman took the other's place, the heavy metal door closing and locking behind her as well. "hello young man, i brought you some food." her aged face wrinkled under her fond smile as she motioned for jimin to sit down on his bed so she could carefully set the tray on his lap. "i was told to stuff you up, so i'd start eating."

jimin hesitantly picked up a plastic spoon on the tray and brought a bit of soup to his lips. it had been so long since he had last had anything to eat or drink, so when the warm substance danced on top of his taste buds he felt as if he could die from gratitude because of the warmness traveling down his throat that instant. it was rather soothing to his surely swollen, pained vocal cords from all the shouting and loud sobbing he had done.

the old nurse smiled happily, taking a seat next to the young man while he hungrily shoveled spoonfuls of the soup, being so hungry that he'd occasionally lap his tongue over the plastic utensil.

jimin felt as though even if it only lasted a short tine, this was contentment. his mind was pretending as if jungkook's touches really were scrubbed away by such a short shower, and his stomach was filled with warmth from the hot soup. right now there was no problems. right now there was no shadow figures and nothing to be afraid of. right now he was feeling satisfied; even if he knew it wouldn't last longer than a few seconds.

☤

the sound of a clock ticking was the only thing that currently filled the empty office room. it made him a little bit timorous to be alone just waiting for whatever was going to happen. jimin swung his feet back and forth in the chair since they couldn't fully rest against the ground.

surely whatever namjoon wanted to talk to him about wasn't going to be good news, it didn't seem like it ever was with him. jimin could only sit perturbed in the room and wait.

whether it was lucky or not, it didn't take long though before the peach hair colored man opened up the door and joined him inside.

"it's nice to see you all cleaned up, jimin." namjoon spoke sincerely, happy that the broken, sunken in looking boy from earlier looked a lot more pristine and plump like the day when he had first saw him before everything started turning into a bad downright confusing mess.

the boy nodded his head slowly, not offering much energy in response. "...you too."

namjoon let out a sigh, wondering what he was expecting to get back in the first place. it wasn't his fault he couldn't help the kid, and it also wasn't his fault he had to lock him in confinement, but of course jimin didn't know that. he just knew that namjoon was the one that said he didn't need treatment for anything he insisted he did and that he was that last face he had seen before being locked away for eighteen hours.

the psychiatrist was just doing his job, not being able to do or prescribe any medication to someone who's medical record and tests suggested they didn't need it. if he did that he'd surely be fired and lose his degree.