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1991 | s, sk _________________________
he can paint landscapes with eyes closed, and destroy it all with one word. who is he?
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"do you think of the world as some sort of sketchbook ... or perhaps, a canvas of some sort? like it's yours for the molding?"
alan park adjusts his glasses, pushing his thick brown framed specs further up his nose as he levels the man before him with a patient look. upon moving from new zealand, back to his homeland of south korea, he's been the discharge psychologist in songyang prison for almost ten years. here, he's given patients there evaluations up until the the day before their release. it was a precaution to make sure that they were really ready to return to society, to the real world, the one outside the same four, dull walls they'd been staring at ever since their face day of imprisonment. and in all of his ten years, alan is quite sure he's never seen a man quite like the one before him. alan tries to keep his face neutral as he glances at his chart once more, just to make sure he hasn't missed anything.
kim taehyung
birthplace unknown
hometown seoul metro
dob ??/??/1972
offense ?
alan can't help the slight twitching of his lip, the beginning signs of a frown as he rereads the man's hometown. seoul metro? that couldn't be right. and he wants so badly to ask the man before him about it, but he's not sure if it's a trigger or not. so far, he seemed to be able to keep the prisoner calm and reasonable, and he didn't want to change that.
"isn't it?" the psychologist hears finally, making him look over curiously.
nineteen year old kim taehyung is smiling, despite the bags under his eyes and the gaunt look to his face. his dark hair still looks so healthy, despite how cheap the prison shampoo was, gracing the boy's smooth, pale neck in the beginning signs of a mullet. the dull, navy blue prison uniform hangs off the boy's thin body, bony fingers intertwined as he sits there with a certain sense of sophistication that alan has never seen from a prisoner before.
"the world is only as we perceive it." taehyung says, dark eyes glistening from the reflection of the television in his iris, "say someone became a millionaire overnight, they could either see it with immense happiness that now they didn't have to carry the financial burden of life, or they could immediately grow paranoid at the target now placed on their backs. it's either a blessing, or a curse, and it's all a matter of how you see it. and this perception that we have, it reflects us, and who we are as people."
