My Lunatic Boy (pjm+reader)

Chapter : 1 Love in Blood

I looked up at the fortified white building. Everything looked like it was perfect, a reality outside of the normal Seoul. But I knew better. The perfectly cut shrubbery, the stainless windows, the sparkling golden plated entrance; all of it was just a front for the public.

And why shouldn't it be? Only the richest of the rich sent their problems to this institute; their family members dead for all they cared. Only high clearance guards, doctors, and therapists like myself, knew how fucked up the kids were in this god forsaken prison.

But I was determined to give it my all. I didn't work my ass off to not be in the best hospital in the country.

And today I was given a new client. Another nutcase that I was meant to "cure." But really all they wanted was to keep him locked up and away from public, as to save his family shame and humiliation.

Money can buy anything.

I've learned this while working here at Kim Seokjin Institute.

I sat at my desk watching the clock. I had five minutes till I had to go. I figured I'd have time to get a quick cup of coffee, but my plans were changed as the head director caught me leaving my office.

Kim Seokjin was the most handsome man I've ever seen. And not only that, he was highly educated, and had a lot of money to his name. The whole package. Too bad he was into men. Not that I had a chance with him to begin with, regardless of his sexuality.

"Hello Director, can I help you with anything?"

"Afternoon," he smiled wide; killing me in the inside. "I just wanted to say good luck today with your new one."

I hugged the clipboard a little tighter to my chest, "Yes sir, thank you. He shouldn't be a problem, seeing as he's finally decided to speak. Patients who voluntarily seek help are more 'calm' than the others."

"Yeah I suppose that's true. Either way, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask," he said warmly with a pat to my shoulder.

The blush was unavoidable on my cheeks, "Thank you sir."

I watched as he turned the corner; leaving me just outside the therapy room. I missed out on coffee, but being escorted by Kim Seokjin was a good trade off. I'd be able to daydream about that later.

I stepped into the off-white room with a bit of a hop to my step and started setting up the camera and a few of my papers and notepad. It was standard practice to record all sessions; either for evidence, reference for future sessions, or just general documentation. Everything was prepared and I was ready to go.

On the dot, three in the afternoon, two guards brought in Park Jimin.

He was a handsome boy who had ashy blonde hair, rosy lips, and haunting eyes. I wasn't afraid of him; at this point in my career he was only a number. I knew my true purpose was to ask key questions and try and figure out why he did what he did. But it didn't really matter. Even if he told me the truth, nothing would come of it.

It's not like they'd take him to jail, persecute him, or send him to prison. His family was far too rich to let that happen. So instead they opted to pay to keep him in our institute and pretend like he didn't exist anymore.

I cleared my throat as I sat down at the white plastic table, and waited as the guards forcefully put him down to sit across from me. They walked back to the door, one staying inside and the other manning the outside, as was regulation whenever any therapist had a session with one of the patients.

I pushed my glasses up and crossed my legs, "Park Jimin. It's nice to meet you. I hope you slept well last night."

He remained quiet. He didn't look at me. He didn't move. If I didn't know any better he looked like a doll; an angel. How could someone so pure looking be so demented and screwed up inside?