an au in which y/n meets seven boys with mental disorders while volunteering at a hospital and realizes too late they have unapologetically fallen in love with her.
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^I'm going to stop writing this story and just make a meme book like y'all want me to.
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^RAINDROP! DROPTOP! Okay I'll leave...
"Let's see, who do we have here?" Mumbling to herself, (Y/n) shifted the tray still mostly full of prescription medication in her arms (They really need to create a more efficient way to distribute these pills, thought the (h/c) girl) and looked at the plack on the wall to inform herself of the next patient she would be visiting. (Y/n) hoped and prayed to the Heavens that this gentleman would be agreeable; the poor volunteer's had a bad patient and a good one- she, obviously, wanted the good patients to outweigh the poor ones, but that would have to start with...
Patient 00350 Jung Hoseok Suffers from: Insomnia
(Y/n) frowned at this. Poor thing. She pitied this "Hoseok"; the (e/c)-eyed girl knew what it was like to lack sleep, she was a college student after all and had just finished finals, but thankfully had never been subjected to not having the ability to sleep before. Actually, (Y/n) pitied all the patients in this ward- they were all unstable somehow and were here to get the help they deserved. (Y/n) hoped her presence might aid in this.
What the poor girl would soon come to learn, is that her presence would simply create an even worse atmosphere at the hospital, and for all the wrong reasons...
Knocking on the door and receiving no reply, (Y/n) groaned. Not this again!
Pushing the heavy door open, (Y/n) was shocked to see what the insides of her third patient's room appeared to look like: the style of the room was the complete same as Kim Namjoon's, but it was not, however, in the same impeccable condition. The bed's mattress was halfway off the bed, seemingly pushed by a great amount of force. The sheets that were supposed to be on the bed's mattress were strung about across the room, all across the floor and one even covering the windows with wooden clips! The only thing that was left untouched was the dresser, upon which a couple small potted flowers sat together. (Y/n) was not an expert on flowers or anything of the like (I swear of one of you comments "BUT I AM" ima loose it 😂) but they were similar in shape to daisies. They, although, were not similar in color. These flowers were a light red- not exactly pink, but not full-blown red either. Perhaps a cross between the two? mused (Y/n), who, without realizing it, had walked forward as to examine the plants easier. Hearing a door open, the (s/c)-skinned volunteer turned to, in Namjoon's room, she had guessed to be a bathroom. Her suspicions were confirmed when the girl looked around the body standing in the doorway, wiping their hands on their jeans. The lights were on and (Y/n) could see a sink and toilet, but no shower.
That's funny, thought the girl, I wonder wher-
The volunteer's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a deep, groggy voice mumble out, "Can I help you?"
