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Author 1- Min Yoongi

Min Yoongi has OCD. A very servere case.
Min Yoongi grew up in a family with a mysophobic mother and father and a older brother that died due to an unexplained disease.
His daily routine consisted of dusting twice a day, wearing gloves, showing a little of his face because of the mask his parents insisted he wore and carrying a large container of hand sanitizer just in case he touched anything or anyone without his gloves.
          
             Before his world came
                     falling down
           
         Three years before hospital
It was his regular day of school with his gloves and mask on and stares of the other students in the hallways. With his head down he walked to his locker and spun the combination and open it only to have it slammed in his face. "Why can't you leave me the fuck alone for once???!!!" Yoongi spat
in Lee Cho-hyung's face.
     "Maybe I just don't want to leave you alone," Cho-hyung said his words slurred together.
Yoongi had gotten used to dealing with this him after this happened every morning.
     Yoongi twisted his arm back into his locker and eventually found his ruler and slapped Cho-hyung on his right cheek, leaving a already visible rash in his tan skin. Pushing Cho-hyung away he put in his combination again without a disturbance this time and changed his gloves, throwing the used ones away and grabbing his materials and heading to class through the now empty hallways.
                  Yoongi's Home
     As Yoongi was about to open his door he heard yelling which was unusual in the Min household. He stood outside the door listening to their conversation." You need to get out so you do not contaminate our entire household!!!" Yoongi hear his father yell. "I am not sick thank you very much!!! You are sick because you are asking me to leave with Yoongi and leave you alone!!!!" His mother yelled back.
     At that Yoongi recoiled in shock. His father sick?? This is a joke right??? He thought to himself. There is only one way to find out. He barged inside the house and ran into his father who was 'sick' and fell flat on his butt.             "Y-yoongi you weren't supposed to hear any of that!" He whispered, his eyes wide.
     Then he ran off, nearly stepping on him in the process.
     "Mom what was that about???"          Yoongi asked shakily standing up. "Nothing to be concerned about, Yoongles." She said walking up to Yoongi about to ruffle his midnight hair. Yoongi shyed away from her touch fearing she was also sick. "     "Honey I'm not sick like your father is. So don't be afraid we just have to give the house a deep clean," she said giving Yoongi a stiff smile. He groaned inwardly. He hated deep cleaning of the house.

          After cleaning and dinner at
                               11:00

       Yoongi layed in bed browsing YouTube on his phone partially because he was wondering when his Father would be back and was trying to get rid of all of the videos in his watch later.
By 11:45 Yoongi was asleep with his phone on his chest and earbuds still in. His mother came to check on him before she left.
                    Next Morning
Yoongi woke up to the bright 6:30 am sun virtually saying "Wake the fuck up". Yoongi sat up and stumbled blindly to the bathroom and did his hygiene. And started looking for his mother. He made his way to the kitchen where his parents should be but they weren't.
     "Mother??!! Father?!?!" He called out his yells echoing throughout the empty house.
He turned on the TV and went straight to the news.
     The headlines said " Two adults dead. Bodies found of Min Se-Jung and Min Chan-hee." After that he stopped listening and turned off the TV.
    
      Three days before the hospital

Yoongi took the small pairing knife he had managed to snag from his aunt's kitchen.
Yoongi knew better and didn't smoke but used different coping methods.
A sharp knife and a lighter was all he needed to cope with himself and his depression.
     He knew he had messed up and was now being sent to some sort of place where mental people belonged! "I can't be fixed and those 'doctors' think they can." He thought as he flicked the lighter on and held it under the small knife.
     He pulled the knife down to see how hot it was after 30 seconds. Not hot enough. Another 30 seconds. Nope. 30 more seconds. Perfect.
     The unhealthy addiction to pain was straight up sadistic. His body was covered with burns and scars some from himself others from being beaten by thugs and burned by their cigarettes.
                 Hospital appointment
"Min Yoongi, 20 servere depression and OCD.
Height- 5'9
Weight- 59kg/ 130 pounds
Hair-black
Eye color- brown
I believe that is all correct? Yes? If so let us continue."