Mentally Unstable || BTS [Completed]

<• Chapter 7 •>

*Park Jimin's POV*

"Yah! Wait up." I called out, in attempt to catch up with Hoseok.

He sighed, not looking at me. His eyelids half way down, his expression was always lifeless.

"What do you want?" He grunted.

"Jeez, I just wanted to say hi." I said taken aback.

"Hi. Now you can go." He said harshly.

And so Jung Hoseok walked away, leaving me stunned.

How could someone be so damn rude?

I turned around slowly with a frown on my face and went back to finding Chanyeol. I really just wanted to talk to him, is that so much to ask Hoseok? He's been like hat since I got here.

I don't even think he's like that to everyone, he's like extra rude to me.

Does he just not like me?

I shook off all my thoughts as I came to the temporary infirmary. Nurse Misung was sitting next to Chanyeol chatting as he lay on an infirmary bed.

He slowly sat up as he saw me, and waved.

"Ah Jimin-ah, c'mere!" She laughed.

I entered with a smile, "Seems to me you're not that sick Chanyeol" I said.

He shook his head with a little chuckle, "I'm not but Nurse Misung let me stay, I didnt wanna do the activities."

"Yeah, plus I'm bored I had nothing to do all morning." She told me.

"Okay then, well let's go to lunch" I said.

They looked at me, surprised, "Did you just tell us to go?" He said shocked.

My lips pressed in a thin line as I nodded. They looked proud.

We walked to the cafeteria, talking about random things. Nurse Misung is pretty chill, she's really passionate about the people she cares for, and will go to fullest extents to help them in any way, that's what I've learnt about her.

And so this way, we all became closer.

-One month Since Park Jimin was admitted-(Lazy Time skip brought to you by yours truely)

I wasn't finding it so bad in here.

During some of the recovery camp activities, I had learnt to accept and be aware of the fact that I have a problem.

Step 1 to recovery: Accepting.

Accepting you have an issue, this will help you ease your pain a little so now you can work on fixing it comfortably.

I, Park Jimin, suffer from Anorexia.

And I will get better.

I had become really close with Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon and Chanyeol. The nurses were also really friendly with us especially.

Of course, excluding Hanwoo.

He had been on a break for a week, and it may have been the best week of the asylum history might I add.

Surely enough, this wouldn't last long.

Nurse Misung informed us with a frown that Hanwoo was returning today, for the night shift.

I preferred it when nurse Taeah and Misung did our night shifts.

On the rare occasion we'd have Nurse Jusang and Ashley but Nurse Jusang always made sure to medicate the patients in my ward.

Hanwoo was going to give us our last dose of medicine for today, and that made me feel uneasy.

I don't know why, but ever since that day in the red band ward, I was slightly afraid of him instead of hating him for what he did to Jungkook.

In his month that finally ended, I was sure of one thing.

The secret I needed the answers to was not the asylum itself, but the red band ward.

Today was the end of my first month and although I'm only here for a recovery camp, I was given a similar bracelet but it was made out of paper instead of rubber like theirs.

I had down graded from a yellowish orange band to a green.

After all this time I finally understood the colour coding.

Red bands were classified in 2:
1:for patients with severe cases, who needed extra security or supervision and care.

2: The highest ranking, for patients that could be a threat to the others and/or themselves.

Yellowish/Orange bands were for those who had a high risk to themselves and needed supervision, which was where I was categorised.

The green band, which I now obtain is for patients who are secure, stable and won't cause harm to anyone or themselves, but still need care until further orders.

I was happy to see Jungkook when I realised he had a green band, he has higher chances of leaving.

Tae, however, has been here for about 5 years. He's had an orange band for the longest time than anyone.

He isn't considered a high risk as he's pretty sane most the times, except his mood swings due to his Bipolar disorder can cause more panic and trouble than normal patients who suffer from these. That's why he's here.

Namjoon is also an orange band patient. Ever since his boyfriend disappeared, he'd been in great shock and started hallucinating his love everywhere. His boyfriend got kidnaped and is most likely dead, but Namjoon just didn't accept it.

This caused a ruckus and he had to be admitted.

He'd been a red band number 1, until he gained his sanity a little but still has hallucinations. I don't think he'll be discharged anytime soon but I hope they all get discharged.

I really do.

I'm sitting in my room right now. My shutter open as always.

I looked ahead of me, and this time Jung Hoseok looked back.

He didn't flinch.

He didn't look away.

He didn't close the shutter.

He did something very peculiar for his nature.

He smiled.

I tried not creasing my eyebrows, but it was hard. I couldn't not question this.

He seemed a little hurt by this, but kept his smile up. He reached to his bottom drawer and pulled out the white board and marker we were all given to write and vent on.

"Meet me in the cafeteria for dinner? Please. It's important." I read his board.

I was surprised but quickly replied since I don't want him to go back on it.

"Yeah of course." I wrote and put it up.

He saw it, then gave a little smile as he closed his shutter.

Wow, did Jung Hoseok really just tell me to meet him for dinner? Maybe he doesn't hate me. I wonder why all of a sudden though. I'll be awaiting dinner then.
_
A/N:

Ayo beach,

How y'all doin?? What do you think Hoseok has to say no??

Anyways,
Byeee~
~Author Nim