Mentally Unstable || BTS [Completed]

<• Chapter 4 •>

Chapter 4: White Room
*Jimin's POV*

Okay, there is a limit, of caring so much for this 'Jungkook'. Taehyung's fingernails are all chewed up and Namjoon was all sweaty.

We'd searched everywhere, and their tension only grew. It's not like he'd gone anywhere, he couldn't have.

"Guys it's okay he's probably at dinner by now," I told them but Taehyung only glared at me and Namjoon shook his head.

We saw a two nurses walking down to the staff room, one carrying a box filled with folders.

"Nurse! Nurse Misung, Jusang-." Taehyung panted as he jogged towards them.

Their expression immediately changed to worry and Namjoon completed Tae's sentence. "Have you seen Jeon Jungkook? Anywhere? We haven't seen him since lunch." He asked impatiently.

"No, what's the matter? He must be around somewhere ask any of your other mates?" The nurse I'm not familiar with, Misung, spoke.

"No no he's not anywhere. Nurse Jusang can you please help us find him?" Taehyung was on the verge of tears.

His mood drastically changed.

Misung lightly gripped Tae's mid-arm and urged him to steady his breath.

Jusang held out her walkie-talkie which was connected with a wire to a device in her pocket and it buzzed a few times.

She clicked down and spoke, "Staff, do you know where Band Green patient #117, Jeon Jungkook is?"

A few seconds later, a poorly connected male voice replied, "Threw 'im in the White room, was being an annoying piece of shit."

The nurses gasped, as Taehyung's eyes couldn't hold in the tears, he slowly wiped them away. His eyebrows knit together and his eyes sharpened, "Choi Hanwoo." He growled.

Wow. Okay. That was...a quick change in emotion. I understand the Bipolar part now..

Wasn't that the male nurse at my first recovery session with Nurse Jusang? What's the white room?

Why is Taehyung so mad and why is Namjoon so quiet and why are the nurses worried?

White room huh?

"Nurse, do you have the keys?" Namjoon questioned.

Jusang slowly shook her head, her expression too, changed to a worried one.

"I'm sorry boys, Hanwoo has the keys this week. It's up to him." Jusang said in a quiet voice.

"What the f—uhh fiddlesticks. Fiddlesticks. Who does Hanwoo think he is he can't just lock up a patient for no freakin' reason." Misung dropped her crate of folders on the floor and marched the other way.

We were all jogging behind her and came to a stop near the Forbidden ward.

I'm guessing this is where they kept all the actually insane psychopaths that will do anything to kill or kill themselves and real temper issues.

All the windows here's shutters were of metal and sealed, the doors too were of metal. One door frame was semi-burnt.

The hallway's light was the typical dim light, though there were only a few that worked, and a few flickered.

It looked like no one cleaned near this place, no one visited.

I'm guessing the food was personally delivered to them.

We waited outside a patients room until the male nurse that was at my recovery session stepped out.

I caught a glimpse of the patient inside.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes as soulless as those made of rocks, his thin lips in a line and I saw him, and then I saw his hand.

Burnt. As if they had been dipped in flames.

A shiver sent down my spine as Hanwoo closed the door, and the patient beyond the door shuffled and dragged the chains he was held back by.

"Why are you all here." Nurse Hanwoo whispered harshly.

Misung had her arms on her hips, glaring at him.

"Give me the keys to the white room." She told him sternly.

Hanwoo smirked and crossed his hands, looking down at her, "And what are you gonna do about it, midget?"

Misung's upper lip twitched in anger as she reached out to his hip and yanked out the keychain with multiple keys on it.

"Lock up a patient one more time for the fun of it, call me a midget one more time, and you're dead." She growled and speed walked away.

We stood there for a second, unsure of what to do, but then ran after her once again.

We skid to a halt in front of a random space between hallways, and a giant block of a room with one door and multiple locks on it.

Misung struggled to find the right keys for each and Taehyung shoved her aside as he unlocked each one with the right key as if he'd done this before.

Inside was a boy in the asylum clothes, he crouched in fear, his lip bleeding on the side and a bruise on his temple.

Nurse Misung ran towards him and fell to her knees as she analysed his wounds, Nurse Jusang held his hand and caressed his face.

"What happened Jungkook? It's okay, we won't hurt you." Jusang asked questions and Namjoon ran past Taehyung.

The once worried boy was now standing motionless and emotionlessly staring at Jungkook. I slowly walked towards him and kept quiet.

The white room lived up to its name, it was white indeed. As if it were glowing, like the walls in the modern corridors.

There was no bed, there was no medicine.

There was just a small table that surgeons use, with a syringe and an empty vile of god knows what.

After this day of searching for Jungkook and mentions of the white room, I have gathered my thoughts.

This Jungkook, he's definitely traumatised and has been traumatised before, I would know, I can tell.

And this asylum holds secrets to which answers are only an aspect of its danger. A white room where patients can be locked and tortured, a nurse who shows no mercy to the innocent, a ward with its own story.

Too many secrets, too many questions, not enough answers.

What is this place? Suddenly, the mysterious boy's words replayed in my head, until only the echo remained.

'Welcome to Erysichthon Mental Institute. You won't last long here.'

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A/N:

Ayo beach,

Lol. Idk how to create suspense and mystery.

Anyways,
Byeee~
~Author Nim