unapologetic // yandere!bts

T H R E E

^Imagine Namjoon's hair a little bit grayer. :)

Just a note, I've decided to change RM's "disorder" to substance abuse, not just alcohol addiction. Thanks for understanding, and I hope you guys won't mind.

Enjoy! :)

Sighing, (Y/n) shifted the tray of prescription medication in her arms and looked at the next patient's label near the door. Reading it, she saw:

Patient 00351
Kim Namjoon
Suffers from: Substance Abuse

That's strange, (Y/n) mused, shouldn't he be in rehab, not a mental ward?

Pondering over this thought, she knocked on the door (learning from her last mistake) and waited for an answer. Hearing a "Come in!", she twisted the door handle and entered said room. Whatever she had been expecting, this was not it.

Sitting upon the bed situated in the middle of the room, much like the last one, was a tall male with light gray hair and a nice complexion. He was sitting with his legs crossed over each other, surrounded by notebooks and pens, of all things. He hadn't looked up from his writing and (Y/n) could immediately tell whatever he was writing, he sure was passionate about it. Unlike the last room, this room's lights were on, and (Y/n) had the ability to see more of the outlook of it. On the far left of the room was a closed white door entering into she what guessed to be a bathroom. By the bed in the middle of the room was a large white dresser with a picture frame on top of it, along with a vase of flowers. A small note was attached to one of the flower petals, but (Y/n) was too far away to read what it said. Moving her (e/c) eyes to the right of the room, (Y/n) was disappointed to see it only contained a window- curtains blocking most of the natural sunlight coming from it. The girl, however, did not miss the shape of metal bars behind the (of course) white curtains.

"They're in place so we don't try to break the glass to either escape or kill ourselves," the man on the bed stated factually, as if (Y/n) had asked for the current time or why it was not raining outside.

Swiveling her head back to face the man, the (s/c) girl asked, "How did you know I was looking at them?"

The man finally put his pen down and stopped his writing, looking up at the girl before him. He was shocked to see she wasn't plain-faced like Libby, or wrinkly like Bridget. She was...

...gorgeous.

Perfect.

Ethereal.

Exactly his type.

Her (h/l) (h/c) flowed around her evenly shaped face and rosy cheeks, looking so soft that he wondered if he reached out and touched it, it might fade away. Her body wasn't petite, nor overly large, but exactly symmetrical in everything, from her shoulders, to her hips, and of course, her pretty legs covered in jeans. He was sure if he hugged her she would fit his body's shape perfectly. He could not see her feet as they were also covered, but he was sure they were adorable, just like the rest of her. His favorite thing about her, though, had to be her mesmerizing (e/c) eyes, which were currently staring

right

at

him.